Poll of the Day > Feels like it's been awhile since I posted here.

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Well, I went to my university to pick up an award that I felt I did not deserve. I picked it up only because I was told that I would receive one-hundred and fifty American dollars upon signing for the award certificate. But I strongly feel that many other of my peers would deserve this award more than me. I really do. In any case, on the way over there, I just felt very, very off walking over to the mathematics building and grabbing it. It began one day ago, when I had just finished my last exam of the day. Then I started feeling all sad because it would be the last time I would be walking around campus and walking home to the bus stop as a student. That's why that day, I decided to just wander around campus a bit, just as a way of saying goodbye to the place. It's overdramatic, I know, but I get teary over really insignificant things, like a dead bird for instance. I just got all freaked out that day when the reality that I would not be student anymore hit me. All I could do was just keep walking around and stalling the time I have until I would return home for the last time. Sometime after the test, I wandered back to the undergraduate math lounge and it was empty. It just made me feel a bit depressed that it would be the last time I would be seeing it. Then, seeing as I could not sell back my statistics book to the bookstore, I stuffed it in the lounge's bookshelf, sort of as a mark that I had been here as a student once. I wish I had written my name on it, to solidify that statement. But I hadn't, and that just keeps bugging me for whatever reason. Before my last exam, I was studying inside the room with my classmates. Talking and listening to the stories they told for the last time. That would be the last time that they spoke to me; unless they somehow meet me during graduation tomorrow. Anyway, the odd thing was, there was this girl I had had a very strong crush on in the room. I have tried over again to get over her. She talked to me while I was studying and stuff, and wished me good luck on the test as I had departed. It's odd, and a bit sad thinking that it would be very unlikely we would cross paths again. Anyway, I stuffed the statistics book onto the bookshelf, closed the lights on the empty room, and walked around campus. That, I decided, would be the last time I would use the room. I had no reason to go back in there, since I no longer had anything to study in the room. It just would not have felt right, see. Afterwards, before going to the bus stop, I took a detour to the library to just be in school for a little while longer, not wanting the day to end. After I returned home, I didn't even want the night to end. I spent the whole night just anxious about the next day to start. I didn't need a sleeping pill to fall off into a dreamless sleep. Usually, when I'm brooding a lot, it distracts me from my bad memories, which often interrupt my slumber. But for some reason, that night, I felt perfectly well-rested. Usually when I don't need to take a sleeping pill, I wake up exhausted and without much energy. So the next day comes, and I am about ready to attend a graduation party held by the department the math office is under. Then I took one look at the party. I read a sign saying "Congratulations", and that was pretty much enough to get me walking away from that place. I felt I deserved no praise for graduating, since it took me so long. But all the while, when I was picking up my very well undeserved award, it just didn't feel right walking around campus. I felt like a ghost wandering the campus, if that makes any sense. I felt like I no longer belonged since I was no longer a student. It's like, before yesterday, I always said that I was gonna get my degree and get the hell out of there because I was sick of school. But now that I'm so close to doing so, I kind of started to realize that I don't hate school as much as I said I did. I know I'm going to miss being a student. If I ever return to school, I'd make sure I really want to go next time. I guess I'm being a little overdramatic, though.
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Seriously. Its the button next to the quotation mark key. Its a bigger button on literally almost every keyboard.

I had already hit the character limit by the time I had begun to write down about three-quarters of my thoughts, though. I wasn't even finished.

I was going to go on about some things I realized while riding the bus. But now, I'm no longer in the mood, now that I have submitted my post.
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So what did you do with the 150 American dollars? You could check out one of those escort services with it?
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DukeRaouI posted...

150 American dollars

They'll send it to me in six weeks. But they didn't have a form for me to sign for it, so it might arrive six weeks after I do sign the form. Anyway, I'm not hiring a prostitute.
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But if you did. Would you hire one 150 American dollar hooker bot or one hundred and fifty 1 American dollar hooker bots?
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No hookers.
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But in this theoretical they are hooker bots. Which are robot hookers. Is that still a no?
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DukeRaouI posted...

still a no

Yes.
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Well congratulations on graduation. We are all proud of you here.
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Aye, thanks. <<';
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Cacciato posted...

Seriously. Its the button next to the quotation mark key. Its a bigger button on literally almost every keyboard.

it could be worse

he could try and emulate me

just imagine me typing that.

though i don't think line breaks count towards character limit
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Bulbasaur posted...

line breaks count towards character limit

Yes, they do. Each line break takes away like six characters.
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