thinking.

i have no interest in typing my essay at moment although i will after dinner. i want to write one on Speak. essays can be fun to write... shoot me if you must... but analyzing something you enjoy is good but analyzing something you hate is atrocious. i don't hate The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time... but its not an essay book. essays ruin these books. the ones you mildly enjoy being forced to read but don't want to look farther than your nose. so at the current moment i am thinking about how i am going to redecorate my room... im almost positive i cannot get new decor, so im limited to a mural on my wall and rearranging the furniture and removing my mother's junk from MY closet. notice the MY im stressing. i have to decide what to paint my wall. 

A. something with sky... blue sky and clouds, maybe a grey rain cloud on one side and tall grass.

B. something my father wouldnt approve of. I am currently smiling deviously.

C. something trippy... something no one else would ever be able to figure out. color and splashes and spirals and turns and three dimensionality. maybe just a dash of insanity.

or

D. something normal. Please save me from this option.

Maybe none of those but those are my ideas at the moment. i suspect i will spend all evening thinking about this. but right now i need to start thinking about my paper. god. why do i procrastinate.

farewell.