I can see that happening.
You know those people that you meet just once but you can't stop thinking about them? I've forgotten his name but I'm pretty sure we were born to be together. I discovered that from the maybe five minutes of conversation we had. I'm going to find him again in two and a half years (back from his mission by then!) and I will date him. My mind is made up. And nothing stops me when I'm determined! We shall date, Mr. No Name!!!
2,332 word essay due tomorrow.. Just started an hour or two ago. Already to the 600 word mark! I'm on a roll. But I have no interest in continuing. I'm burnt out. Time for filler. The first two pages will be legit, the middle two will be about my hair, and the last two will be semi-legit with randomly inserted comments on the shapes of the carpet stains beneath my feet and Justin Bieber's angelic voice.
A+
