Comedown
Bush's album Sixteen Stone is the container; it's worth more than the sum of its parts, of which "Comedown" is one. I recommend the whole, rather than any individual part. It's got a Stone Temple Pilots sound, sort of.
I'm trying to write a paper, so leave me alone! Why won't you leave me alone? I try to write this, and you keep coming back. I can't get you out of my head; I need to concentrate; I need to come down from the ninth cloud, back down to earth, so I can concentrate on getting things on earth done. It's too bad school couldn't join me on Cloud Nine, but it refuses to partake in the euphoria, so it's being left behind. I need to jump off, even if I don't have a parachute, because the pain of descent is worth the motion. You've got to keep moving, or else you won't get anywhere. Even if you end up in the same place, you may still have gained something in your excursion. Kudos to Ashish for coming up with that through the integral of the sine function from zero to pi.
This paragraph should begin a separate freewrite, because I took a multi-hour Counter-Strike study break, and my thoughts have changed somewhat, although the same overshadowing thought continually recurs. Underneath all that, though, I'm calm, I'm injecting caffeine into my bloodstream through the gastric syringe, I'm sitting in Chris's room next to his bed, and he's on his computer writing the same paper as me, almost. We have the same topic and assignment, but different teachers, and it makes a world of difference. My teacher is enjoyable, and even if I can't write the paper for any other reason, I'll write it for her. The rest of my floormates despise their English Writing classes. It's a shame everyone can't be in mine. I'm so glad I dropped Luc Rey-Bellet for this class. I would have dropped anything but Introduction to Electrical and Computer Engineering for this one, really. If she's teaching here in four years, I'm convincing Jonathan to come here and take that class. He'll be a CSE or mathematician, I think. He's definitely smart enough, and has the will and ability to learn. It's peaceful in this room. Chris and I are both trying to work on our papers, and they're different, but they're the same. Actually, they're mostly different, with different roots and branches, but they have the same bark and the same leaves. They're different and separate trees, but there's still a connection. The fan is on behind me, sometimes I type, sometimes he types, sometimes we type in harmony, because even though the sounds of the keys aren't the same, and they don't synchronize, typing sounds sporadic anyways, so it's as if one person is typing quicker. "One world in harmony"—line from a Dire Straits song; can you guess which one? It's the one that I swear Natalie Merchant got the opening riff for "Wonder".
I guess I'm not sleeping, and I'm surely not being productive like this.
I'm trying to write a paper, so leave me alone! Why won't you leave me alone? I try to write this, and you keep coming back. I can't get you out of my head; I need to concentrate; I need to come down from the ninth cloud, back down to earth, so I can concentrate on getting things on earth done. It's too bad school couldn't join me on Cloud Nine, but it refuses to partake in the euphoria, so it's being left behind. I need to jump off, even if I don't have a parachute, because the pain of descent is worth the motion. You've got to keep moving, or else you won't get anywhere. Even if you end up in the same place, you may still have gained something in your excursion. Kudos to Ashish for coming up with that through the integral of the sine function from zero to pi.
This paragraph should begin a separate freewrite, because I took a multi-hour Counter-Strike study break, and my thoughts have changed somewhat, although the same overshadowing thought continually recurs. Underneath all that, though, I'm calm, I'm injecting caffeine into my bloodstream through the gastric syringe, I'm sitting in Chris's room next to his bed, and he's on his computer writing the same paper as me, almost. We have the same topic and assignment, but different teachers, and it makes a world of difference. My teacher is enjoyable, and even if I can't write the paper for any other reason, I'll write it for her. The rest of my floormates despise their English Writing classes. It's a shame everyone can't be in mine. I'm so glad I dropped Luc Rey-Bellet for this class. I would have dropped anything but Introduction to Electrical and Computer Engineering for this one, really. If she's teaching here in four years, I'm convincing Jonathan to come here and take that class. He'll be a CSE or mathematician, I think. He's definitely smart enough, and has the will and ability to learn. It's peaceful in this room. Chris and I are both trying to work on our papers, and they're different, but they're the same. Actually, they're mostly different, with different roots and branches, but they have the same bark and the same leaves. They're different and separate trees, but there's still a connection. The fan is on behind me, sometimes I type, sometimes he types, sometimes we type in harmony, because even though the sounds of the keys aren't the same, and they don't synchronize, typing sounds sporadic anyways, so it's as if one person is typing quicker. "One world in harmony"—line from a Dire Straits song; can you guess which one? It's the one that I swear Natalie Merchant got the opening riff for "Wonder".
I guess I'm not sleeping, and I'm surely not being productive like this.
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