Life. It [Continues]

Hi my name is Ryan and I am a workaholic.
Maybe I can be a little too obsessive when it comes to this stuff, but for the first time I'm realizing that this is who i am.

Sooo maybe I spent 2.6 days this weekend writing a short short 323 word story (no lie) for an assignment in creative writing class that had to imitate a style that we read in class.
And so maybe I'm just a tad bit of a perfectionist when it comes to writing assignments, but oh my God what a difference it makes.
I thought so hard about this because it had to be just right.
It had to be something that I would read and go, okay well that's definitely something I've never seen before. So my field was limited.

The point IS, when I read mine in the last minutes of class, I seriously did not expect it to be received so well. Now look. I'm one of the quiet, say nothings in the class because that's just who I choose to be, but in the words of the professor, "Now I'm on the hook."
Not gonna lie. It felt good to be recognized.
And shut up. I'm completely aware that this is the kind of shizz that..iono...Doug Funny wrote in his diary way back when every time Patty Mayonaise spilled ketchup on his shoulder in a restaurant.
So like oh my gawd, I was walking out of class today and this girl across the room saw me when we were outside and she was all like, "hey man. good stuff man. nice job." and i was all like, "hey. thanks. thanks so much. now let me go write this on my blog. eehee."

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just like that.

And so my day was topped off well.
Took a French test with my eyes closed, learned math with my brain closed (nothing new there)
And speaking of which but not really, Big Brother is close. (I know...bad connection) Tomorrow.

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