All and All an Amazing Aim for an Assignment

Bruh. Being a boring Bissonnette, I've basically brandished any big brain blog posts I could begin before the time being. 

I Can't continue to collect concepts to catalogue for my class, countering the contract considered currently.

I Don't deny the damage done to my demeanor by the delicate domestic dystopia that divides us daily... Deciding on a discussion post has become a daunting dilemma. Damn!

Each and everyday I escalate my education with exercises in education, ending only when I eventually egress into a state of exasperation.

Finally finishing the first assignment unveils fifty fucking fresh ones! My files seem forever full.

My Grades are good. I've given a gargantuan go at getting a great GPA, and don't want that to be going, going gone!

Having handled hundreds of hours of credits already, I've had my head emptied heretofore. However, I've hardly been able to handle what's being hustled from me here.

It didn't immediately increase the elation for my ilk when I hear I'd have to ink and inscribe my introspection and intuition onto the internet.

Just the same, I knew my justification for not journaling my thoughts wouldn't matter.

Kay... So my knowledge cant keep up with this kooky blog, despite my knack for knocking classwork out of the park, ka-peesh? 

Listen, let me lay out what it's like: I've landed at my limit. Gone absolutely loopy, looney and Ludacris. I'd love nothing less than to lay in my lawn, take a long breath into my lungs and live amongst the lilacs for awhile.

Making matters more mournful, my mask makes my mustache itch in a manner only a man may merit.

No matter! Now noticing the nonsense you've read so far, it's necessary to know I've no intentions to knock off this notable nongraded notion of a post. I'm nearly there, I need to nail this nonstop...

Over the top post. Oh me oh my. Back to my original objective. I was out of options for original online posts. Lamenting over the ordeal, I offered a proposal to the "oddity" I oversee. 

My Pupil was pleased that his paraprofessional had posed the question, looking for the perfect post plan. After he pondered for a prolonged period of time, he proposed "Poggers! Pal, that's a you problem. Why don't you practice your preposterous alliteration on the platform?"

Quite the quality question from my quirky quipster!

I Responded and recognized that it was the right restraint for my writing. Have a running reference regarding alliteration using reoccurring letters each relative paragraph.

So I started and refuse to stop until this stupid task is satisfied. Is it silly? Sure. Is it stimulating? Certainly. Am I super invested in sticking to this sucky situation I've stuck myself in? Yes.

Thanks for taking the time to read this troublesome testimony of my time over the past few weeks. I've totally tallied up the thesaurus refreshes while tackling this task. It's been tough! Today I will tie up this technically troublesome post so tomorrow I can take some time off.

U might not understand how I'll end this unique undertaking. You might think I've used every unit of untold creativity I could unearth. You'd be unmistaken. I'm unsure of how to end this utterly useless unit 

Very well. Every letter is valuable and the end is in my vision. This post is very verbose and it's virtual creation has been voluntary, despite the veracious vibrations of this violent, voiceless void of a post.

Whatever. I often roll with the punches. Whichever way the wind blows, I'll withstand and rise to the wonderful woes I'll face. Whatever, whenever, wherever and whoever that might be.

EXamining the extreme exercise I've expanded upon has left me feeling extrordinarily excellent.

Ya know what? You've read enough. Yeah, i'm yawning. I'll yield here while I'm still young and yellow. Yikes, I've yakked and yowled enough. I'm done! Yipee!   

-Zac