What you're reading right now is trash, garbage. What you're reading right now pales in comparison to what I actually thought of writing here. When I thought about this post, everything flowed beautifully; words were chosen carefully, syntax perfect, diction outstanding. Had you been able to have read my mind, you would have stood in awe.

But instead you are treated not to a wonderful delicacy of the English language but of worthless blog-like babbling. My points lead nowhere, my arguments fall flat, and my word choice is far from impeccable. When I think I am focused; I don't need to pause to come up with more to say; what more I have to say comes into existence instantly as I am thinking. This is not so when I write.

Granted, this complaint is related to an essay I should be writing right now. It's not a very long essay--only two pages double spaced. That kind of length maximum hardly translates into an essay at all; I could knock off something that short in half an hour with enough thought. So why am I not writing?

I do not write because my thoughts sound better than my words. I've thought up brilliant ideas for this essay, and I've got wonderful quotations to include and points to make. Yet, I do not even have a first sentence. The essay remains in my head as a beautiful, elegant, ever-flowing river of ideas. Each time I think of my essay it isn't the same; sometimes the ideas shift, sometimes the way I express them changes. It's very poetic.

When I write, however, my words are fixed. They no longer flow and make perfect sense. They need to be explained to an outside reader, they need to be carefully chosen, they need to exist.

And with THAT, ladies and gentleman, it's time to write an essay. Had I been able to write this same amount of text for my essay instead of this post I would already been half finished (in terms of length). But alas, thems the breaks. GOOD NIGHT.

[edit] My grade on the essay was a 19/20, BTW. YEAH BOYYY.