So…
…um, yeah. It’s very difficult to think of something funny when looming over your shoulder is an eleven-page assignment with requirements that are more horribly abstract and difficult to read than a tablet of Egyptian hieroglyphs… written in Russian… backwards. Since I’ve been given this assignment, and therefore have almost no time to finish up this comedy blog because of it. I’ll have to use my backup plan to make sure I get a good grade on this assignment:
ASHKAHN ASHKAHN ASHKAHN ASHKAHN ASHKAHN ASHKAHN…
Hopefully that little stunt will boost my grade up a little bit. That got me an “A” on the last comedy blog, you know. :)
Now that I think about it, I think I might be having a little bit of writer’s block this evening, which is extremely bad considering that the eleven page project that I have to do is pretty much due the day after tomorrow. I cannot believe how perfect the timing could have been on that.
Actually, now that I think about it (again), there is probably a much worse time to have writer’s block than right before a big assignment for one of your classes is due. I can hardly imagine how terrible it would be to be just sitting in your deathbed (morbid, I know, but just go with it for a minute), your children and your children’s children are supporting you and hoping for the best, people are filled with remorse even before you pass on to the afterlife, and while you’re sitting peacefully in your bed you cannot for the life of you figure out how you’d like the prose of your final will should be constructed, and you spend hours upon hours thinking about the writing, and whether or not it should be in MLA format, or how much you can get away with adjusting the margins of the word document to make the writing seem longer in length, or whether you should use Times New Roman or Bookman Old Style font…
If you died from getting an aneurysm while having horrible writer’s block, I’d truly feel sorry for you, and I’d probably go to your funeral.
Trying to write with writers block is like trying to build a bridge with just one single support beam. If constructed perfectly, then it can create the illusion of a successful, powerful structure. But as soon as one person goes over it, the whole thing falls apart: bridge topples over like a see-saw, paragraphs are flung through the air and come down like a hail storm, blocks of cement, shrapnel, and run-on sentences bombard the reader until the exterior of his vehicle can stand no more…!
… and then the reader dies of cancer.
Well, talking about death was fun and all, but I have to go to my next class! See you in a couple of weeks! :D
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment