Doom

i hate writing papers the night before they're due. why do i do this to myself?!

the inner voice in my head that speaks wisdom is telling me that i should stop writing this blog post right now, and get back to my school work, but my fingers just keep moving, and i can't seem to stop them. the peach cobbler and ice cream all converted straight into nervous energy, and now my fingers are twitching and quivering, rather like 'Twitch' in the book/movie "Holes". that is a good movie. and a really good book. although it is slightly juvenile. still entertaining. i love mr. sir. with a name like that, what's there not to love? other than the fact that he is one of the main villains, perhaps... anyways, i do need to go. and write more about the trail of tears, and the tragic saga of john ross and his inability to gain control of the cherokee people before the gods deem them unfit to walk the earth, and OH! sudden inspiration!! *goes back to write more story*