procedure like in a lab report. which reminds me of Than, which reminds me of Ryan which reminds me of Molly. You knew you would find a way back to it. The procedure of learning, because I must think of something else. It is arduous, but really you just wanted to use the word arduous.
They thought I was out. They thought I couldn’t feel a thing. How terribly, terribly wrong they were. Just because my eyes did not see, because my mouth did not speak, because my body did not move, I felt it. Oh I felt everything.
I was only following procedure when they told me I was fired. How the hell does that happen? I’m the only one in this fucking company that gives a shit. I do my job and I do it right. Just cause I pissed off the wrong person on the wrong day…
Theres a list. A list of things to do. There usually is. I call this list my procedure. The drill. It usually consists of endless, prepetual and painful tasks. Everyday I have to partake in my usual procedure. If not, the job won’t get done. If the job doesn’t get done, then I get reprimanded. If I’m reprimanded, then shame is placed upon me. If shame is placed upon me, the guilt builds up. When the guilt builds up, I loose attention. When I loose attention, less tasks are being completed. When less tasks are being completed, I built up anxiety.When anxiety builds up enough, I get depressed. When I get depressed, I don’t partake in my usual procedure. That’s why it’s important to keep a procedure at hand for if you don’t, you may end up a sad, lazy and unsucessful. Then you can write about it.
procedure; probably the worst 9 letter word imaginable. it causes so much pain and discomfort. just the way it rolls off my tongue brings all the memories rushing back. mostly bad memories, but one good one; the fact that i am alive and healthy today.
A procedure is a means of accomplishing a goal. This is an algorhythm of how things will be done and how to measure results. It is more effective to have a process by which one can refine their process.
the procedure could change her life. completely. it was risky, but wasn’t that just it. you had to risk something in order to gain something better. it was decided. she would have the procedure.
Melissa needs a very complex procedure to fix her medical problems, but she cannot afford it. Without this procedure her health will drastically decline.
It’s all rules and fun and really stupid like by the book rules and life is not fun with this in it although according to this sometimes things can go better than expected or well and ish but I don’t like it it’s too formal and yuck and like people who are royalty have these and I like to be free because I have been freed from the script okay so fuck you :) and I’m happy with myself without any rules or regulations to follow!
I hate writing the procedures for all the chem labs that we do. It takes so much time and work and effort even though you don’t really get much out of it. Busy work. A lot of life is like that, too.
The procedure of the things is maybe the most complicated about it all. We worry too much about it and don’t really care about what really matters: form, beauty. We just search the formal perfection and do not realize that the best artworks were written from the heart.
pilots come a dime a dozen nowadays. of course, the average skill level tends to the lower end of the spectrum, what with the fact that any twit with a quarter and a dream can get their hands on a ship. then there’s the lack of any real law enforcement in the outer stretches of space, away from the Colonies. pilots die off faster than mechanics can build ships, and there are junkyards the size of small cities where the wrecked remnants of their short careers wait for the next lout desperate enough to try and salvage them.
after him, the standard changes. he’s a veteran with an almost cliched devotion to rules and procedure, and he all but single-handedly trains the new generation of pilots. the trick of it is that his apprentices outlive the rest. before long, no one in the skies is there without a license they took straight from his hand.
i have a procedure that i do in themorning and its kind of in a timeline and i do it d=everyday when i get ready in the morning and its just burned in ot my brain and i dont even have to think about doing it anymore if anything goes worng then it screws up my whole day
This was never easy, the found good were not of human make. He had nowhere to go and only one person to turn to if he where to do this right. If only he had remembered his towel.
There are many procedures in daily life. Every one has a different procedure, a different way of going about their day. For many people, if that procedure is messed up even a little bit, the rest of the day is going to be all screwed up. I am the same way, I have an order things have to happen in, and if that order is messed up, I don’t know what to do.
I was waiting outside in the hospital lobby. What was taking so long? I needed to see him. Make sure he was okay. I promised I’d go with him, but when we got to the doors, they wouldn’t let me in.
Materials procedure conclusion plus more. Science is life. Science is fair. Judgement? Science fair. Do I love Science Fair as much as I love science? Perhaps not as science could be an unstructured foray into unknown whereas science fair is follow this patter get results. But science needs structure, repeatability. Not at all life.
She was scared. Not just scared, but absolutely terrified. Ella didn’t want the procedure. She just wanted to be normal. But normal wasn’t what she was, and she had to work to get to it. But it was so /hard/. So tiring. She didn’t want this thing inside of her, this tumor that’s stopping her from being normal.
It was after midnight when the town heard a siren blaring. The people all gathered out onto the streets to see what was going on when they saw an approaching vehicle. The people inside announced a certain procedure to escape the town before they all died.
the procedure is a delicate thing. you shouldn’t go in there half assed, assuming you can do it, just because your ego says you can. a bit of preparation before hand, is all I’m asking for. watch a couple of videos, try your hand at it first. speaking of your hand, do you still have the tremors? if you do, you know i can’t let you operate.
You think you know what you’re doing, but you don’t. Right now, that’s your arrogance speaking and, trust me, I know arrogance. Remember my burst spleen case last month? You don’t want to do the same mistake.
the procedure was long and arduous. I was depressed. This was not for me.I wanted to go home, see my family. See my kids. They meant everything to me, and if I died here, it would be awful. I was sure they would miss me too. I couldn’t let that happen; no matter what, I would survive this operation, no matter how dangerous.
doctor,have no fear, this word might be intimidating but trust should be between you and the doctor to hope you have a safe and sound procedure. Hope that you will do great
Lacie stepped to the left, then to the right. It was the same thing every day, left, right, left, right over and over. Lacie didn’t know it, but she was a part of something bigger than she ever could have dreamed of. Lacie was a Baitol, and she was going to war.
Visa application. Grueling and tiring process. Even if you follow procedure it doesn’t guarantee success. There are parts of it i can’t fulfill and it frustrates me. Everything around me seems to be procedure lately. Stupid procedure.
Having something done. The proper steps for performing a certain exercise. What scientists and doctors follow. What people wish there was for more parts of life, when obviously there isn’t (at least not a strict one).
“The procedure is complex,” he warned her, “and you may want to back out of it at any time. The problem is, you can’t. This is a commitment. ” She nodded, and picked up the pen.
Procedure is a funny word. You go through procedures everyday. You wake up, you brush your teeth, you wash your face, and all the other shit that you’ve done ever since you can remember. The big bang question is; why? Well, because you’re gross if you don’t. This isn’t all that interesting, but who decides what’
Turn 18. Get a job. Move out. Move on. Be mature. Pay your bills on time. Get married. have kids. Be satisfied and not at all scared.
Time is moving fast than I expected.
I was never the child who talked about how much they wanted to be grown up. I did not pretend to be twenty. I have never said “I can’t wait to move out.”
Now that the time is fast approaching, I am scared and surprised.
But I have you. And we shall be excellent. We shall be, quite simply, the very best there ever was. You are my best friend.
An individual can make it easy or hard. The important thing to know is to follow it carefully. The result could be rewarding or catastrophic, amazing or disappointing. whatever the outcome is, you must follow step by step, understand word for word, read space by space.
Done quickly. Hopefully. It can be fun. Just like living in the sun. too bad I don’t live in the sun but if I did it seems like it would be fun. All procedures require thinking. Well maybe not all. the procedure for me to write whats on my mind is easy and I dont need to think but it sounds better to not think.
The procedure was simple. Pick the lock, get in past the disabled security alarms, get the money, and get out. But nothing was ever that simple, was it? My hands shook as I hurriedly picked the lock. I cursed under my breath.
It happens a lot. from baking cookies to cleaning your toilet it’s all the same procedure. I wish there was a procedure to making life fun when you have no one to talk to. Or even better, a procedure to finding the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. I see too many rainbows that i wanna see the gold also….. Life’s funny.
The procedure was easy. Get the doors open with a simple pick lock, get the money (the alarm system would be disabled by then), and get out. But was anything ever that easy? I found my hands shaking as I hurriedly picked the lock. I cursed under my breath.
It was procedure, we all had to go through physical alterations at the age of 18. We had to have our dna combined with another life form in some way. I plan to combine my DNA with the DNA of hawk. Hopefully if the procedure goes well I might grow wings or a beak in the years to come. I hear bird mutations will be very trendy in the years to come.
procedure like in a lab report. which reminds me of Than, which reminds me of Ryan which reminds me of Molly. You knew you would find a way back to it. The procedure of learning, because I must think of something else. It is arduous, but really you just wanted to use the word arduous.
They thought I was out. They thought I couldn’t feel a thing. How terribly, terribly wrong they were. Just because my eyes did not see, because my mouth did not speak, because my body did not move, I felt it. Oh I felt everything.
The doctors stared down at me. “Count to ten,” they said, with there eyes roaming over my face.
I was only following procedure when they told me I was fired. How the hell does that happen? I’m the only one in this fucking company that gives a shit. I do my job and I do it right. Just cause I pissed off the wrong person on the wrong day…
Theres a list. A list of things to do. There usually is. I call this list my procedure. The drill. It usually consists of endless, prepetual and painful tasks. Everyday I have to partake in my usual procedure. If not, the job won’t get done. If the job doesn’t get done, then I get reprimanded. If I’m reprimanded, then shame is placed upon me. If shame is placed upon me, the guilt builds up. When the guilt builds up, I loose attention. When I loose attention, less tasks are being completed. When less tasks are being completed, I built up anxiety.When anxiety builds up enough, I get depressed. When I get depressed, I don’t partake in my usual procedure. That’s why it’s important to keep a procedure at hand for if you don’t, you may end up a sad, lazy and unsucessful. Then you can write about it.
procedure; probably the worst 9 letter word imaginable. it causes so much pain and discomfort. just the way it rolls off my tongue brings all the memories rushing back. mostly bad memories, but one good one; the fact that i am alive and healthy today.
A procedure is a means of accomplishing a goal. This is an algorhythm of how things will be done and how to measure results. It is more effective to have a process by which one can refine their process.
the procedure could change her life. completely. it was risky, but wasn’t that just it. you had to risk something in order to gain something better. it was decided. she would have the procedure.
love is more of a procedure than an event; an event suggests luck as its catalyst, procedure suggests careful details in service of a result.
Melissa needs a very complex procedure to fix her medical problems, but she cannot afford it. Without this procedure her health will drastically decline.
It’s all rules and fun and really stupid like by the book rules and life is not fun with this in it although according to this sometimes things can go better than expected or well and ish but I don’t like it it’s too formal and yuck and like people who are royalty have these and I like to be free because I have been freed from the script okay so fuck you :) and I’m happy with myself without any rules or regulations to follow!
I hate writing the procedures for all the chem labs that we do. It takes so much time and work and effort even though you don’t really get much out of it. Busy work. A lot of life is like that, too.
The procedure of the things is maybe the most complicated about it all. We worry too much about it and don’t really care about what really matters: form, beauty. We just search the formal perfection and do not realize that the best artworks were written from the heart.
pilots come a dime a dozen nowadays. of course, the average skill level tends to the lower end of the spectrum, what with the fact that any twit with a quarter and a dream can get their hands on a ship. then there’s the lack of any real law enforcement in the outer stretches of space, away from the Colonies. pilots die off faster than mechanics can build ships, and there are junkyards the size of small cities where the wrecked remnants of their short careers wait for the next lout desperate enough to try and salvage them.
after him, the standard changes. he’s a veteran with an almost cliched devotion to rules and procedure, and he all but single-handedly trains the new generation of pilots. the trick of it is that his apprentices outlive the rest. before long, no one in the skies is there without a license they took straight from his hand.
i have a procedure that i do in themorning and its kind of in a timeline and i do it d=everyday when i get ready in the morning and its just burned in ot my brain and i dont even have to think about doing it anymore if anything goes worng then it screws up my whole day
Hahaha this reminds me of lab lessons.
Well there’re procedures to everything. Rush and you’re screwed.
This was never easy, the found good were not of human make. He had nowhere to go and only one person to turn to if he where to do this right. If only he had remembered his towel.
There are many procedures in daily life. Every one has a different procedure, a different way of going about their day. For many people, if that procedure is messed up even a little bit, the rest of the day is going to be all screwed up. I am the same way, I have an order things have to happen in, and if that order is messed up, I don’t know what to do.
I was waiting outside in the hospital lobby. What was taking so long? I needed to see him. Make sure he was okay. I promised I’d go with him, but when we got to the doors, they wouldn’t let me in.
Materials procedure conclusion plus more. Science is life. Science is fair. Judgement? Science fair. Do I love Science Fair as much as I love science? Perhaps not as science could be an unstructured foray into unknown whereas science fair is follow this patter get results. But science needs structure, repeatability. Not at all life.
She was scared. Not just scared, but absolutely terrified. Ella didn’t want the procedure. She just wanted to be normal. But normal wasn’t what she was, and she had to work to get to it. But it was so /hard/. So tiring. She didn’t want this thing inside of her, this tumor that’s stopping her from being normal.
It was after midnight when the town heard a siren blaring. The people all gathered out onto the streets to see what was going on when they saw an approaching vehicle. The people inside announced a certain procedure to escape the town before they all died.
Not thinking, but rather doing.
Break down the directions. Unfreeze.
GO.
Move forward, don’t look back.
Proceed.
the procedure is a delicate thing. you shouldn’t go in there half assed, assuming you can do it, just because your ego says you can. a bit of preparation before hand, is all I’m asking for. watch a couple of videos, try your hand at it first. speaking of your hand, do you still have the tremors? if you do, you know i can’t let you operate.
You think you know what you’re doing, but you don’t. Right now, that’s your arrogance speaking and, trust me, I know arrogance. Remember my burst spleen case last month? You don’t want to do the same mistake.
the procedure was long and arduous. I was depressed. This was not for me.I wanted to go home, see my family. See my kids. They meant everything to me, and if I died here, it would be awful. I was sure they would miss me too. I couldn’t let that happen; no matter what, I would survive this operation, no matter how dangerous.
doctor,have no fear, this word might be intimidating but trust should be between you and the doctor to hope you have a safe and sound procedure. Hope that you will do great
Lacie stepped to the left, then to the right. It was the same thing every day, left, right, left, right over and over. Lacie didn’t know it, but she was a part of something bigger than she ever could have dreamed of. Lacie was a Baitol, and she was going to war.
Doctors.
Visa application. Grueling and tiring process. Even if you follow procedure it doesn’t guarantee success. There are parts of it i can’t fulfill and it frustrates me. Everything around me seems to be procedure lately. Stupid procedure.
Having something done. The proper steps for performing a certain exercise. What scientists and doctors follow. What people wish there was for more parts of life, when obviously there isn’t (at least not a strict one).
it was a procedure what we had to do
scalpel. check. knife check.
wash your hands.
We both came out blood red
maybe me more than you
or you more than me
flatlined.
“The procedure is complex,” he warned her, “and you may want to back out of it at any time. The problem is, you can’t. This is a commitment. ” She nodded, and picked up the pen.
Procedure is a funny word. You go through procedures everyday. You wake up, you brush your teeth, you wash your face, and all the other shit that you’ve done ever since you can remember. The big bang question is; why? Well, because you’re gross if you don’t. This isn’t all that interesting, but who decides what’
It is typical procedure to grow up.
Turn 18. Get a job. Move out. Move on. Be mature. Pay your bills on time. Get married. have kids. Be satisfied and not at all scared.
Time is moving fast than I expected.
I was never the child who talked about how much they wanted to be grown up. I did not pretend to be twenty. I have never said “I can’t wait to move out.”
Now that the time is fast approaching, I am scared and surprised.
But I have you. And we shall be excellent. We shall be, quite simply, the very best there ever was. You are my best friend.
I can do this. We can do this.
I can’t wait to move out.
An individual can make it easy or hard. The important thing to know is to follow it carefully. The result could be rewarding or catastrophic, amazing or disappointing. whatever the outcome is, you must follow step by step, understand word for word, read space by space.
Done quickly. Hopefully. It can be fun. Just like living in the sun. too bad I don’t live in the sun but if I did it seems like it would be fun. All procedures require thinking. Well maybe not all. the procedure for me to write whats on my mind is easy and I dont need to think but it sounds better to not think.
The procedure was simple. Pick the lock, get in past the disabled security alarms, get the money, and get out. But nothing was ever that simple, was it? My hands shook as I hurriedly picked the lock. I cursed under my breath.
It happens a lot. from baking cookies to cleaning your toilet it’s all the same procedure. I wish there was a procedure to making life fun when you have no one to talk to. Or even better, a procedure to finding the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. I see too many rainbows that i wanna see the gold also….. Life’s funny.
The procedure was easy. Get the doors open with a simple pick lock, get the money (the alarm system would be disabled by then), and get out. But was anything ever that easy? I found my hands shaking as I hurriedly picked the lock. I cursed under my breath.
It was procedure, we all had to go through physical alterations at the age of 18. We had to have our dna combined with another life form in some way. I plan to combine my DNA with the DNA of hawk. Hopefully if the procedure goes well I might grow wings or a beak in the years to come. I hear bird mutations will be very trendy in the years to come.