2-HeadedGiraffe: 2/3rd Nighter...Rounded Up, I Suppose
I left my research paper until the day before it was due. I worked on it for much of the afternoon, finishing sometime in the late night. At that point, I still had homework to do for two other classes, including writing a poem. Now it's 4:03 AM according to my clock. I normally go to bed at 11:00 PM. Class is in four hours. I'm wondering if I should load up a video game or something and make this an all-nighter? What the hell? It's not like I'm tired. I can catch a nap later, if I need to.
I figured I'd include the poem in this post, too. The assignment was to take a cliched line (we were given a list of suggestions, but we could chose our own) and express it literally. Here you go, any of you who care:
It was a match made in heaven.
God used it to light the candles,
On his son’s two thousand and fifth,
Birthday cake, while the angels sang.
It burned so bright, just like a bush.
In it the wisdom God had used,
To make a match like none on Earth,
Just to light some birthday candles.
The handle simply would not break.
It was long so God would not burn,
His many fingers on the flame,
He used to light His son’s candles.
He shook the match and it went out,
Just like a dead star, nullified.
And His son tried to blow them out,
But they were those darn trick candles.
Can God make a candle so tricky His own son can’t blow it out?
Damn right He can.
(edit: I ended up sleeping from 5:40 or so until 7:00)
Mood: Yay! Paper
Music: Brian McKnight - Back at One
Etc: Febreze freshness
I left my research paper until the day before it was due. I worked on it for much of the afternoon, finishing sometime in the late night. At that point, I still had homework to do for two other classes, including writing a poem. Now it's 4:03 AM according to my clock. I normally go to bed at 11:00 PM. Class is in four hours. I'm wondering if I should load up a video game or something and make this an all-nighter? What the hell? It's not like I'm tired. I can catch a nap later, if I need to.
I figured I'd include the poem in this post, too. The assignment was to take a cliched line (we were given a list of suggestions, but we could chose our own) and express it literally. Here you go, any of you who care:
It was a match made in heaven.
God used it to light the candles,
On his son’s two thousand and fifth,
Birthday cake, while the angels sang.
It burned so bright, just like a bush.
In it the wisdom God had used,
To make a match like none on Earth,
Just to light some birthday candles.
The handle simply would not break.
It was long so God would not burn,
His many fingers on the flame,
He used to light His son’s candles.
He shook the match and it went out,
Just like a dead star, nullified.
And His son tried to blow them out,
But they were those darn trick candles.
Can God make a candle so tricky His own son can’t blow it out?
Damn right He can.
(edit: I ended up sleeping from 5:40 or so until 7:00)
Mood: Yay! Paper
Music: Brian McKnight - Back at One
Etc: Febreze freshness
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