I wish I were dancing right now. Even this very minute. Instead, I sit here writing my last paper of the semester. Ten pages. Thirty percent. Started writing today. Due tomorrow. It will be my reflective narrative. Deep. On Canadian and personal identity. Deep.
My sister just taught me how to insert pictures. What a great sister. My sister is typing for me. What a great sister. I am so weary. Good thing she is typing. Really super great sister. Note: this is being paraphrased by my sister. My sister rocks. Basically rocks my face off, as Russell Helgeson III would say. Okay Breanne must cease fire. But she sure did a super job.
Anyways, back to my paper on identity. Who am I? What is Canada? Will we ever be able to get over our regional differences? (aside: And I ask Kara, what is her major?) shh B. DEEP PAPER. Good night world. Hello paper and hot black liquid energy.