Well, here I am sitting at the precipice of the mind of panic and success, all models now working in the assignment that I need them to work for and success is only a blink away, and yet I am in a positioning where I could throw it all away and start again.

Such is the way of things and the way of things are… I don’t know.

What I know right now is that I’m most likely reaching that point where thoughts congeal into some sort of amorphous thing as the semester is approaching its end.

On the plus side, as the gibberish-related writing increases, so does the success, somehow.

I don’t know how, but somehow it does.

So, today I was working on the group assignment with my group in an apartment that was on the top floor of a building.

The view were amazing, so I took a bunch of photos.

Other than that, there was a little bit of work completed. Probably not as much as I had hoped, but that is usually the way that these things happen to happen.

I know that there’s going to be a lot more completed tomorrow, because I’ll have to definitely complete more of it tomorrow in order to ensure there’s little to do on Monday when it is due, or I’ll be tearing my hair out whilst waxing a bison.

I think that, in hindsight, had I worked more on this assignment sooner, I would have less to do now.

I’m pretty sure that that makes sense.

I can only imagine that there will be a lot to do tomorrow. It will be really busy. There will be more photos of the surrounding suburbs taken as it really was a lovely view to experience. I don’t think that there will be as much photography as I would hope for, but you can’t win them all.

Hard work is important in this assignment, lest I don’t want my group or myself to succeed.

Still, photography is enjoyable and more satisfying than working on assignments.

Well, sometimes it is more satisfying than assignments.

Sometimes it really is more satisfying to not leave myself in a state of panic due to finding other, more enjoyable things to do, because something something something.

I don’t know what else to say, so the rest of this will be random strings of words put together in some pleasing manner, I hope.

When a hat makes sure you are tapping your way through your taxes whilst underwater in the sand, make  sure that the precarious dint that you have always never known is winking handsomely at the flamingo of the pumice cake.

There was once a cat that somehow did something that gave rise to an action potato when the wind was blowing forty times to the east from the space of the face that we all try to race and then the cat blew up.

I knew a man named Carl, except I didn’t.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:55:00

I forgot to include this bit when I put this up last night.

I don’t know why I wrote this. I think I was trying to write some more because I felt like it, but I didn’t have much to go on, so the above ended up being the results.

Written in Redfern.