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Into looking at such matters, the glass on the table vibrated with the energies
of the particle beam that which was being used by the Doctor. Of course the
glass was very disturbed at being interrupted in his investigation of the murder
of one Ms. Helenswitch from the countrysides of Scotland.

Thus suddenly the cup woke up from its nightmare, having realized it watched too
much telvision. Thus the forums of bay12 would perhaps enjoy a thread sharing
such things as this text. The cup upon realizing the previous thought made no
sense woke up. Thus the mug woke from a confusing dream, whence he gained a
deeper understanding of who he truly wished to be in life. A material
reassignment surgery was in order then.

The surreality of the mug's life was a realistic one; it had never found itself
ordering a ham sandwich with two peanuts and a computer mouse. Rather instead it
frequently found itself to be the dream of a table.

Thus the table woke up from its dream, having noticed the shape with which the
story was appearing; this was not at all how the stream of consciousness
practice was supposed to turn out. Green felt and all that jazz and rock and
roll and pop and metal and heavy.

Thus the vinyl record woke from its dream, which had devolved into its usual
nonsense. The LP couldn't help but feel if we was perhaps a dream conconted by
the mind of a homonym.

Thus the series of videos on Youtube depicting a playthrough of a game by a
human woke up as it was requested once more by a hungry viewer of such
content. As it raced down the tracks, the LP noted a seeming familiarity of the
walls of the down which he ran.

Thus the minor background enemy from that FairlyOdd Parents movie about entering
the Internet woke up. He, having displayed his typical inability to be
effective. As he raced down the tubes to catch the protagonist, he realized that
perhaps he was but a twinkle in the eyes of most.

Thus woke up the concept of the twinkle. It had recently been put on leave due
to inclement weather blocking starlight, and the general dullness of objects in
the area of such weather. The weather having now cleared up, the twinkle resumed
being an integral part of most stars in the sky, taking pride in its work.

Thus the scientific concept of work woke up. Not the humanistic notion, mind,
but the actual physical property of the universe. Having seen a startling lack
of precipitation in a particular area for the last few minutes, it quickly set
itself in motion to reintroduce some inclement weather. The snow soon began to
fell, blocking starlight once more.

Thus the hopeful promise of a backwards crawl through the stack of dreams thus
far to conclude the story woke up and promptly let itself out the room.

Thus the room woke up, once again experiencing the nightmare of being left
devoid of all sentient life. The room took relief in the fact that it was in
fact the bedroom of the house, and thus were people currently there.

Thus the man woke up, and seeing the sun shine bright outside, went about his
day.

Thus the day woke up, and having had quite enough of its interminable work
hours, destroyed the sun as a way of finally getting a goddamn vacation.

Thus the Earth woke up, shaking of the nightmare of total annihilation by an
exploding sun. The Earth resumed its work of turning, doubling its efforts for a
few minutes in the hope nobody would notice the delay.

Thus the definition of words of the English language woke up, terrified of the
terrible casualty the word "annihilation" was used with.

Thus the definition of grammar of the English language woke up, shaking off the
all-too-reall nightmare of misused prepositions.

Thus the spectre of proper spelling woke up in a fright, having witnessed the
horrors of the stylistic spelling error in the previous paragraph. Having
realized only a madman would perpetrate such a thing, and seeing as madman were
a minority of people, was able to go back asleep.

Thus Guardian of American Spelling awoke with terrible visions of the British
spelling in the previous paragraph.

Thus there was no way to properly end this story, so thus the concept of logical
progression woke.

Thus the glass realized it had not yet properly awoken, and thus the glass woke
up.

I took the full diploma, because secretly I'm an idiot.

I never so much as touched my EE. It took intervention with the Coordinator just to get me to pick a subject, almost a year into the year-long process we're given to do the thing.

IAs held some mystical power to keep me from ever doing one. Whether it was being stuck on an idea for the experiment, or running into computer problems, or old-fashioned laziness, they never happened. The only one that did happen was because my teacher for that subject bugged about it for months with threats of an F in the class.

CAS never happened, because that requires a simultaneous change in all of my exercise habits (not that terrible to change, really), my sociability (especially for the Community Service portion), and my motivation.

So nothing came out of it ultimately, and the IB can go die in a whole for all the shits I give about it.

Yeah, I think I might be a bit more lefty than typical US Democratic candidates In reality though (if you haven't read my posts here recently), I'm not very ideological on my views, I think compromise is a Good Thing™.