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| Dear Microsoft Word Document (cc-imaginary friends/other personalities), I feel sick. I want to go home. I hate this class. I want fruit and veggie juice, and a milky way, in that order. Do not, dear imaginary and brainless readers, assume I am writing this rather meaningless letter because I need to complain. In fact, my complaints, though valid, have very little to do with the point of this letter. Actually, not that the thought has been deliberated upon, I must inform you that the combination of words upon which I imagine you are gazing, is a collection of highly advance technology notes. They are written proof that I am smart. What? My brain tells me that you are laughing. Fortunately the laughs are not audible. If they were I would be removed from this computer class and taken to a mental institution. I will ignore you and continue taking notes on the Disk Management System. Do not imagine that my fingers are deviating from their alleged task due to their owner's complete knowledge, of chapter three. You would be wrong. I have very little idea as to what my professor is teaching. Sadly I am unable to decipher her words whatsoever due to her very thick accent. Yes. The previous is an excuse. However excuses must be made if I am to continue elaborating upon utter nonsense. Why, beloved readers, do I elaborate? Perhaps it is an escape from the knowledge of a lack of understanding. I swear that sentence makes sense. It all does. However my better self calls me to abandon distraction. So I shall. Somewhat sincerely (you be the judge), Me P.S. why do people look at me? I have often thought my life would be happier if I were invisible. In fact, I know this to be true. (The previous was written about an hour ago, on the word document I was using to take in-class notes. Sadly, (despite a close friendship with the afore mentioned Microsoft word), computers confuse me beyond reason, as evidenced by my submission. When I am confused I disengage completely and therefore become immeasurably bored. It is this boredom that prompted me to write this letter. I read it, and it made me laugh. So I thought you might enjoy it.) |
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