The challenge: Just write. Stream of consciousness. Doesn't matter if it even makes sense. Who cares if it flows. Just start. Just type whatever pops into your brain. Go
hmmm where do I even start, my coffee, it's so damn early in the morning and this going to soy milk, even vanilla soy milk is really NO substitution for that nice chemically goodness of hazelnut creamer....sigh, but my quest for healthier living, of course what excuse do I have for the oreos last night? oh they were reduced fat. I can't believe ...i before e...I hate those words...I'm doing this instead of my TB report, what the fuck was I thinking taking these two classes together, I should get a prize at the end of this semester, 6 hellish weeks to go, I can't wait, I am enjoying the learning but wish I had more time to actually do the learning, heck I wish I had time to do the dishes, but here I am doing this. I wonder how ethical it is to cannibalize my TB report from Micro? How do you spell consciousness anyway, I suck at spelling thank goodness for spell check. I so the hell don't want to take this test today!
oh, look at that, my consciousness has a potty mouth. I wonder what that would have sounded like if someone was stoned? or on cocaine?
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Ok, my stream of conscious reply:
OMG, this is the woman that when I first met her I thought, could i be her friend? she's just so nice, she doesn't gossip, she doesn't cuss and I think she might go to one of those churches where they don't drink. But wait, she cusses in her blog, she can dish with the best of us and she makes the best darn mojitos in town. I so love this girl. She's amazing and just my kind of person. And she's going to nursing school. But I could have told her she was insane to take this hard stuff together but I'm not that kind of friend. I will further burst her bubble though and tell that is when you know you are on the right path, when I class leaves you wanting to learn more and just not having enough time to soak it all in. Keep doing what you are doing. We love you TZ!
i love my friends!
and until i realize they're friends i try and put my gossip and cussing filters on
and as far as church goes, really what was Jesus's first miricle...wine baby and at the insistance of his mama...maria!
filters - don't leave home with out them. Well, a few of them, maybe not all of them.
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