honestly, the green bar moving across the screen in bugging me out, I cant think about anything other than not having enough time to type what I want to because that green bar is just racing across taking away the time that I have to write. I really can’t concentrate, its red.
3 months until I hit the line. 3 months until I’m dead. When I read Atlas Shrugged, it talked about people who got jobs under auspicious circumstances. I’m as fucked as any of them.
i am going crazy with this time constraint this soul complaint i feel dead in the water you oughta get a little bit of sympathy for me or him or you or kim i dont follow whims
Granpa carried it down from the attic. It was antique, yellowed and aged like everything else my grandparents packed in the attic. the lace and satin had rotted; grandma wanted to be buried in her wedding dress.
this is the furst 6-=seccond story I have to do and they give me deadline I dont think these are random. I think they are on purpose. I can do just fine on a deadlne, but thiw will be so full of typos that no one will be able to read it. It would make he perfect code excep tI look at it later and never remmeber what i wrote in the first place. I’m surprised my 60 seconds arent up yet. I’m wasting time and words but I guess thats wht point. and now I’m blo9cked.
I hate to be crunch. I design my life to avoid deadlines and I have been successful. I am always soooo far ahead that a deadline never appears in my lights. When a deadline occurs, I have already passed it and have gone on to the next thing. It is a zen thing…. nothing by doing everything.
Horrible amounts of pressure that are ruining your life and making you feel guilty for not doing something you don’t even want to. Other peoples way of keeping you obedient and making you a hard worker. The reason that happiness is so hard to find when you work.
I don’t know why I do this to myself. I look around at other things and don’t understand what I see. Even though I try to so much.
As I watch the deadline creep closer I realize I still don’t understand at all. Not one bit.
my boys down ground they blooded, they blunted, devil got em hunted, rolled flat blazed a hundred// to riches I roll// the flow i wrote, the murder I sung, same shit my will-be(bee) got you stung//
I have a deadline. I need to finish becoming successful before it’s too late. How do i know when it’s going to be too late? Dunno.. So i guess i have an invisible deadline. This is why we set goals so that we can set our own deadlines for success. Success can’t be achieved by flying through time without knowing which direction you need to head.
She was there, computer in front of her, seconds ticking away.
Think.
She thought.
Type.
She typed.
Time was the deadline, imagination was not.
Black and white, it had to come out somehow.
She thought of rainbows. No.
She thought of stars. No.
She thought of loss, heart break and betrayal. Yes.
This was the time, now more than ever, to write.
Same word I had last time… I wonder if there’s one word per day and I’ll have to wait till tomorrow for something new. THAT SUCKS. i SHOULD TURN CAPS LOCK OFF. There, I did. :D
I died and went to hell. I have to deliver an assignment for History Class tomorrow and I don’t want to. I am in love with my History Teacher and want to do something about it. Don’t care what they have to say, don’t wanna listen to them anyway. Work work.
well fuck its another one and you never are able to make it. its just like you can’t help but NOT obey that stupid word. otherwise, yeah, you could churn out that report in a week, but put that dreadful word up there and you agonize over it for weeks. you missed the fucking deadline
The deadline approached, and he was frightened. His book should have been done, proofread weeks ago. Where had the time gone? His boyfriend had bothered him, his loser neighbor had pissed him off, and all of his free time had flown out the stuffy, painted-shut windows. Poor him. He’d finish it tonight.
i guess
if you say so
i heard you the first time
no, no i really don’t need you to visit
seriously, you expect me to work under these conditions
i have half a mind
to stomp and holler
and scream at you to shove it with your ultimatums
and deadlines
It’s what everyone hates but the one’s who can’t work without one. I can’t. I need a deadline or I procrastinate. I also need an assignment. If I don’t have an assignment, I don’t do anything. So, give me and assignment and a deadline, and I can write really well. Try me. Go ahead, try me. I can write good prose if I just have an assignment and a deadline. No deadline, no prose. It’s just that simple. Is my ninety seconds up yet? Can I stop now? Hello! Is there anyone there? I give up. You gave me the assignment of writing about the word at the top of this page, and, I thought you gave me a deadline. Well, I wrote about the word, and I think I’ve written about it for a long enough time to be through with this assignment. Well, am I?
the deadline. the deadline can be categorized on two different ways. excitement, or stress. The excitement of a deadline can almost make you piss you pants like a child. But then again, so can the stress!
Quickly she raced down the street only to find that the doors were closed. Locked. She was too late. Her midterm was due in three hours and the only library in the area with the book she needed to finish it was closed. A sinking feeling invaded her senses.
i hate it. i can’t stand it sometimes but i know its necessary because if not, we human won’t be able to get shit done. to a certain extent, i can agree with it. what would be a world without deadlines? it would be freakin’ laid back. would things get done? if they did, would they get done on time?
This is a horrible thing; especially for writers. I for one, absolutely cannot write under a deadline, i crumple and usually pull an all nighter and end up with a piece or writing that badly needs editing and could have been much, much better.
Hmmm this word reminds me very much of what I am feeling right now. I have 60 seconds to write about this word, and yet it seems so ironic that I was given what this word represents in order to write about it. Capiche?
a deadline is interesting because it puts pressure on you, it makes you take chances and throw convention to the wind. It can also make you feel as if you need to work more than necessary, it can take away the natural ebb and flow that is the writing process, without deadlines we are free to truly express our emotions]
The deadline is coming. We’ve got three days to wrap up this fucking mess of a project. Our management is so incompetent and so fucking socially inept. Where did they find these people. How is this our political model? How are we living this way? Is this really how you want to treat your most valuable resource
? Your human resources?
Deadlines remind me of the cells in a prison. With the sharp bite of the whip against my back, and the snarling commands of my overseer. Deadlines fill my heart with dread, every thought of it looming closer, closer, closer like a monster. Fear fills my mind each time I think of them.
deadlines can be stressful but sometimes I work better with a deadline. In fact, i often leave my assignments to the last minute because I think they will be better if i do them with the deadline in place. Some of the assignments i wrote with a deadline are better then the ones i wrote with lots of time on my hands. That doesn’t really make sense to me…
not a good thing, deadline, think about it, dead and line, I don’t want to be dead and I don’t really like lines so the combination of the word is really gross to me… plus if you don’t meet a deadline it is not good, so they are just stressful, and not good in general.
sigh
again late nights i dislike this much stress levels fuck this give up throw away just do it then get over and done with yeah thats what ill do coffee break leaave myspace fuck this anger sit down tdo 15 minutes of it now ill grab another coffee dinner time check the time itd late like 5am man gotta get up earlyy
Why do I have these. Oh wait I know why. Because If I didn’t have them I probably wouldn’t get anything done. In fact, I often make these for myself. So I guess… I know exactly why I have these. Incidentally I am on one now.
I hate fuckin deadlines. Always deadlines in life. Even this fuckin thing here is a deadline. I wish I could wake one moring so full of money and booze that I could fuckin say FUCK YOU DEADLINES FUCK YOU and for once actually mean it. So dealiones, yeah, um , well, has it been
Oh deadlines. Like the timing winding down to my final in oh i don’t know less than 12 hours? yah. or newspaper deadlines–those were interesting. Actually, i don’t like deadlines. They’re kinda on line with time. Time doesn’t exist. Clocks do.
first time, diffcult to come up with something. I hate deadlines. they suck i have too many i need a break, always working, too much school. where did all the fun go? dunno.
uh, what?
how many times do i have to do deadline?
honestly, the green bar moving across the screen in bugging me out, I cant think about anything other than not having enough time to type what I want to because that green bar is just racing across taking away the time that I have to write. I really can’t concentrate, its red.
3 months until I hit the line. 3 months until I’m dead. When I read Atlas Shrugged, it talked about people who got jobs under auspicious circumstances. I’m as fucked as any of them.
i am going crazy with this time constraint this soul complaint i feel dead in the water you oughta get a little bit of sympathy for me or him or you or kim i dont follow whims
Granpa carried it down from the attic. It was antique, yellowed and aged like everything else my grandparents packed in the attic. the lace and satin had rotted; grandma wanted to be buried in her wedding dress.
this is the furst 6-=seccond story I have to do and they give me deadline I dont think these are random. I think they are on purpose. I can do just fine on a deadlne, but thiw will be so full of typos that no one will be able to read it. It would make he perfect code excep tI look at it later and never remmeber what i wrote in the first place. I’m surprised my 60 seconds arent up yet. I’m wasting time and words but I guess thats wht point. and now I’m blo9cked.
I hate to be crunch. I design my life to avoid deadlines and I have been successful. I am always soooo far ahead that a deadline never appears in my lights. When a deadline occurs, I have already passed it and have gone on to the next thing. It is a zen thing…. nothing by doing everything.
Horrible amounts of pressure that are ruining your life and making you feel guilty for not doing something you don’t even want to. Other peoples way of keeping you obedient and making you a hard worker. The reason that happiness is so hard to find when you work.
I don’t know why I do this to myself. I look around at other things and don’t understand what I see. Even though I try to so much.
As I watch the deadline creep closer I realize I still don’t understand at all. Not one bit.
my boys down ground they blooded, they blunted, devil got em hunted, rolled flat blazed a hundred// to riches I roll// the flow i wrote, the murder I sung, same shit my will-be(bee) got you stung//
I have a deadline. I need to finish becoming successful before it’s too late. How do i know when it’s going to be too late? Dunno.. So i guess i have an invisible deadline. This is why we set goals so that we can set our own deadlines for success. Success can’t be achieved by flying through time without knowing which direction you need to head.
Cause for concern, damage to reputation, stress, coffee, strain, pain. Complete, yet still no time to eat.
She was there, computer in front of her, seconds ticking away.
Think.
She thought.
Type.
She typed.
Time was the deadline, imagination was not.
Black and white, it had to come out somehow.
She thought of rainbows. No.
She thought of stars. No.
She thought of loss, heart break and betrayal. Yes.
This was the time, now more than ever, to write.
Same word I had last time… I wonder if there’s one word per day and I’ll have to wait till tomorrow for something new. THAT SUCKS. i SHOULD TURN CAPS LOCK OFF. There, I did. :D
I died and went to hell. I have to deliver an assignment for History Class tomorrow and I don’t want to. I am in love with my History Teacher and want to do something about it. Don’t care what they have to say, don’t wanna listen to them anyway. Work work.
The on rushing deadline made me feel overwhelmed. I knew I would never make it and that she was going to die.
It was only until I realized that it wasn’t that easy to find kidneys after all that I decided this was a bad idea.
well fuck its another one and you never are able to make it. its just like you can’t help but NOT obey that stupid word. otherwise, yeah, you could churn out that report in a week, but put that dreadful word up there and you agonize over it for weeks. you missed the fucking deadline
The deadline approached, and he was frightened. His book should have been done, proofread weeks ago. Where had the time gone? His boyfriend had bothered him, his loser neighbor had pissed him off, and all of his free time had flown out the stuffy, painted-shut windows. Poor him. He’d finish it tonight.
i guess
if you say so
i heard you the first time
no, no i really don’t need you to visit
seriously, you expect me to work under these conditions
i have half a mind
to stomp and holler
and scream at you to shove it with your ultimatums
and deadlines
It’s what everyone hates but the one’s who can’t work without one. I can’t. I need a deadline or I procrastinate. I also need an assignment. If I don’t have an assignment, I don’t do anything. So, give me and assignment and a deadline, and I can write really well. Try me. Go ahead, try me. I can write good prose if I just have an assignment and a deadline. No deadline, no prose. It’s just that simple. Is my ninety seconds up yet? Can I stop now? Hello! Is there anyone there? I give up. You gave me the assignment of writing about the word at the top of this page, and, I thought you gave me a deadline. Well, I wrote about the word, and I think I’ve written about it for a long enough time to be through with this assignment. Well, am I?
what the hell is a deadline? really isnt it just something that we created through our inexperience with the universe and time? whats the hurry
the deadline. the deadline can be categorized on two different ways. excitement, or stress. The excitement of a deadline can almost make you piss you pants like a child. But then again, so can the stress!
deadlines for things that require any typy of creativity remove a lot of
time constraint
can’t finish to paint
may be the end of the line
it’s deadline
Quickly she raced down the street only to find that the doors were closed. Locked. She was too late. Her midterm was due in three hours and the only library in the area with the book she needed to finish it was closed. A sinking feeling invaded her senses.
i hate it. i can’t stand it sometimes but i know its necessary because if not, we human won’t be able to get shit done. to a certain extent, i can agree with it. what would be a world without deadlines? it would be freakin’ laid back. would things get done? if they did, would they get done on time?
This is a horrible thing; especially for writers. I for one, absolutely cannot write under a deadline, i crumple and usually pull an all nighter and end up with a piece or writing that badly needs editing and could have been much, much better.
Hmmm this word reminds me very much of what I am feeling right now. I have 60 seconds to write about this word, and yet it seems so ironic that I was given what this word represents in order to write about it. Capiche?
a deadline is interesting because it puts pressure on you, it makes you take chances and throw convention to the wind. It can also make you feel as if you need to work more than necessary, it can take away the natural ebb and flow that is the writing process, without deadlines we are free to truly express our emotions]
The deadline is coming. We’ve got three days to wrap up this fucking mess of a project. Our management is so incompetent and so fucking socially inept. Where did they find these people. How is this our political model? How are we living this way? Is this really how you want to treat your most valuable resource
? Your human resources?
This is how long you have until it’s done. It’s not very long, but it’s not that short either. You only have until then. Can you do it? I can’t…
Deadlines remind me of the cells in a prison. With the sharp bite of the whip against my back, and the snarling commands of my overseer. Deadlines fill my heart with dread, every thought of it looming closer, closer, closer like a monster. Fear fills my mind each time I think of them.
deadlines can be stressful but sometimes I work better with a deadline. In fact, i often leave my assignments to the last minute because I think they will be better if i do them with the deadline in place. Some of the assignments i wrote with a deadline are better then the ones i wrote with lots of time on my hands. That doesn’t really make sense to me…
not a good thing, deadline, think about it, dead and line, I don’t want to be dead and I don’t really like lines so the combination of the word is really gross to me… plus if you don’t meet a deadline it is not good, so they are just stressful, and not good in general.
sigh
again late nights i dislike this much stress levels fuck this give up throw away just do it then get over and done with yeah thats what ill do coffee break leaave myspace fuck this anger sit down tdo 15 minutes of it now ill grab another coffee dinner time check the time itd late like 5am man gotta get up earlyy
Why do I have these. Oh wait I know why. Because If I didn’t have them I probably wouldn’t get anything done. In fact, I often make these for myself. So I guess… I know exactly why I have these. Incidentally I am on one now.
I hate fuckin deadlines. Always deadlines in life. Even this fuckin thing here is a deadline. I wish I could wake one moring so full of money and booze that I could fuckin say FUCK YOU DEADLINES FUCK YOU and for once actually mean it. So dealiones, yeah, um , well, has it been
Oh deadlines. Like the timing winding down to my final in oh i don’t know less than 12 hours? yah. or newspaper deadlines–those were interesting. Actually, i don’t like deadlines. They’re kinda on line with time. Time doesn’t exist. Clocks do.
first time, diffcult to come up with something. I hate deadlines. they suck i have too many i need a break, always working, too much school. where did all the fun go? dunno.