A couple minutes ago I delved into the past and looked up my A2 blog, which was supposed to be about the accomplishments I hope to reach during the school year. Now I have to write an entire three hundred words on whether or not I accomplished what I wrote I hoped to.
Well, unfortunately my past self is a rebellious little punk, and decided to go through the entire blog not naming ONE accomplishment other than “not failing.”
What a punk.
Well, I am not failing. And thanks to smart aleck little Past Ben that is all I can write. I still have two hundred words yet, and I got nothing.
Matt Lamb had three goals, and he didn’t accomplish any of them. I’m not going to lie, that’s pretty pathetic, but at least his past self had good intentions. Mine didn’t. I literally just stalled the entire time trying to squeeze out three hundred words from something I wasn’t even writing about.
I’m a little ticked at my past self right now. He totally screwed me over with this blog. If time travel ever gets invented, I’m going back to when we had a reasonable amount of blogs to write each week, and slapping that little punk in the FACE.
Ninety two words left. That’s not so bad, especially since I keep taking up space by writing really long sentences that just explain the actual sentence itself, and involve at least three commas, all of which lead on to another sentence, and usually take up about fifty words, depending how long the thing actually is, which depends on how desperate I am for words, which I currently am because as I said, my past self left me with jack squat.
Well, it looks like I’m at three hundred words. I hope I don’t have to look back at this in the future and write another blog on it.
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