Floaters and television senses

Bill's last entry mentions the ability to know when a television is on. I thought I was the only one who had it too. Josh says he has it. Now, either the treacherous three all have superpowers, or everyone has the ability to sense the television. Whatever the case may be, the treacherous three have a talent for rhymes that surpasses anyone's ability. Here's an example:

There once was a boy from Calcutta,
Whose rhymes flowed smooth like hot butta.
Along with a Jew,
An Irishman too,
T3 in full effect, we don't stutta.

And here's one that's more on the topic of what's going on in my life,

This whole week: procrastination,
Tonight: temporary damnation.
I put off my work,
Boy I'm a jerk,
The solution: intense masturbation.

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I woke up at 9:07, with just enough time to brush my teeth. I'm lucky I got up at all. The hour and a half that I've been awake has been awesome. I got my Buzzo article back. I got a fucking 100. I haven't gotten a 100 on anything since like 10th grade. He said only 3 people in the class got A's. That's fantastic.

Then Bennett said that our beat articles, which I spent all night last night writing, wasn't due until Monday. I mean, it sucks cause I already have two papers due monday. But at least I have it done, I can just revise it.

So now I gotta skip 11:30 and 12:30 and hope to good god that I finish my paper by then. Frankenfuck.

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I just took a short nap from around 3 to this 10:30. I drank some NyQuil and I guess one thing led to another. I guess everyone went out. There was no chance of that ever happening. I slept a lot.

My Frankenfuck paper got postponed to monday. So now, technically, there are 4 papers due on monday. I didn't have to skip two classes today. If only I could predict the future. I'd be able to tell what I'd write next.

I didn't see this sentence coming.