Theory of Literature. That?
Some days are so heavy that it seems endless. Come home and wonder what to do to win back-you wonder how to even return to school, but you're too tired. And then? So, if you can afford it, go to bed and shower and caffettino. Maybe. Wanting.
Oh well.
In reality they are just satisfied. E unsatisfied. Why
Literary Theory is a course that I vaguely horrible-my partner and we have called Office Business Simple Complications, however, here. I'm fine. I'm fine with making a preposterous effort to connect the concepts to each other, and try to analyze out loud when asked. I'm fine with leave with the feeling of being an ignorant one day and a genius the next day.
serves me right that the teacher remember two names, and that one is mine.
Because I was lacking, those subjects on which to bang his head furiously to understand, and really understand. A Literature there are many things to understand, there is more to be stored Which is enough-I on the boxes. A bit for the memory-sieve that I find myself, and because some things memorized me forget in a short time. But those on which I tossed, I remember them.
And then, it is useful. It 's a whole new dimension of the narrative, and some tricks for writing. Or at least * understand * what I'm writing ^ ^ "So
. Although not really matter how exciting, I have no time to be bored, because I understand, I have to interact and analyze. Which is fine by me. Very very good.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Dolce And Gabbana Swot Analysis
What the Hell ...?
talking to myself.
I am shocked. From a whole series of things-and I was especially the desire nor the time to list or discuss them all. A little bit anyway because no one cares. And a little bit because, well. In the end, only affects me. And I came to the conclusion that, however, all that's just me. I think I have reached a level of indifference that upsets me. Just towards the opinion of mankind. There I came suddenly, and there are even slipped slowly inside, this state of apathy. Why is apathy rather than anger tablet. In a package, lumps of anger pressed as polystyrene beads. And it's there. Sooner or later it explodes. I hope that there is too many people [or the wrong people] around me there. I make a killing. I hope to be alone at that time. And potermela take only with myself, because then much of the anger I went to look for. But many more do not. A lot, I did not have its deserved.
It should be used, but in the end who cares. Exactly. I'm tired, but at levels so exponentially that I could say that I'm sick HIGH TO "N", but not the idea. So, let's say I do not care. Although it is not true.
We see the positives. Imponiamoci to search.
adoratissimo and I saw my revered teacher History of Music. That man is love, is a god and is able to make beautiful the most horrendous of days. He can put me at ease, as if watching only my passion, then, must be a reflection of his. But, in fact. It makes me smile like un'ebete. And I am overjoyed to be able to give the exam with him, even if I change the program [having already given]. But it's beautiful to die, just the thought.
Today, then, I spoke with professor of Italian literature, which would be extremely available to be my supervisor. And now. I would love to make the argument with the man, the myth of the history of music, which is not only available, but also happy to do it with me. But we'll see.
And then? I fear that the positives are terminated. I could say that Silvia is a positive side-in fact, I say.
It 's my personal enthusiasm generatole university-it was not for her, maybe even go to class.
No, I would go out of the house. But, here. Maybe I would go elsewhere for college because I have a distrust and rejection that are comparable only to my level of mental fatigue.
End of the positive sides.
Even after having started the OT serves. OA is a tragedy.
sucks. Really sucks.
So basically.
The breakdown is not so far away.
talking to myself.
I am shocked. From a whole series of things-and I was especially the desire nor the time to list or discuss them all. A little bit anyway because no one cares. And a little bit because, well. In the end, only affects me. And I came to the conclusion that, however, all that's just me. I think I have reached a level of indifference that upsets me. Just towards the opinion of mankind. There I came suddenly, and there are even slipped slowly inside, this state of apathy. Why is apathy rather than anger tablet. In a package, lumps of anger pressed as polystyrene beads. And it's there. Sooner or later it explodes. I hope that there is too many people [or the wrong people] around me there. I make a killing. I hope to be alone at that time. And potermela take only with myself, because then much of the anger I went to look for. But many more do not. A lot, I did not have its deserved.
It should be used, but in the end who cares. Exactly. I'm tired, but at levels so exponentially that I could say that I'm sick HIGH TO "N", but not the idea. So, let's say I do not care. Although it is not true.
We see the positives. Imponiamoci to search.
adoratissimo and I saw my revered teacher History of Music. That man is love, is a god and is able to make beautiful the most horrendous of days. He can put me at ease, as if watching only my passion, then, must be a reflection of his. But, in fact. It makes me smile like un'ebete. And I am overjoyed to be able to give the exam with him, even if I change the program [having already given]. But it's beautiful to die, just the thought.
Today, then, I spoke with professor of Italian literature, which would be extremely available to be my supervisor. And now. I would love to make the argument with the man, the myth of the history of music, which is not only available, but also happy to do it with me. But we'll see.
And then? I fear that the positives are terminated. I could say that Silvia is a positive side-in fact, I say.
It 's my personal enthusiasm generatole university-it was not for her, maybe even go to class.
No, I would go out of the house. But, here. Maybe I would go elsewhere for college because I have a distrust and rejection that are comparable only to my level of mental fatigue.
End of the positive sides.
Even after having started the OT serves. OA is a tragedy.
sucks. Really sucks.
So basically.
The breakdown is not so far away.
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