Fairy Tale Guck

I don't want to do all this work. I don't want to have to struggle just to pass. Given, it's my fault for living in La La Land since the end of October (or had I really ever gotten out of it?). Still, I'm a fairy-tale-fantasy type person. I know I need to do some real hard work to get where I want to be (castles with waving flags and dazzling butterflies, anyone?) but I always kind of thought that it would be work that I liked, you know?

How silly of me.  Whether its Once Upon A Time to Happily Ever After, or simply from point A to point B, there seems to be a lot of hauling, slipping, and mud-caked-into-pores going on. And I'm finding, for all I am into traversing the forest and mountains and fields in real life, I don't quite enjoy traveling this metaphorical slippery, muddy slope with a heavy pack on my back.

But then again, I don't know anyone who does.

So I've got to kick this donkey's ass of mine into motion, and danging the carrot right in front of my nose (except, not a carrot, as I'd not give two whits about something like that. Maybe a box of chocolates, or a passport to Where Fairy Tales Really Do Happen) and hope that I've got some sense left in this sloggy, fairy tale filled brain of mine. I swear, its like pudding right now.

Gah. Just one more fairy tale adventure, please? Just one more?


Dang. Fine. I'll get started on the real-world English assignments. I wish there was some way to add the sparkle of fantasy to these papers.



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