I applied to college really with no hopes on getting in. But I managed. I can do it. I need to be the best I can be. I need to apply myself more than just in application form but in my spirit. I want to be extraordinary.
i applied for job today. too bad the person was satan. then sam and dean came with the rings from the horsemen and said the magic words. THe door to Lucifer’s cage opened up. Sam said yes. Satan went inside Sam. Sam jumped into the cage. The portal closed. Then dean cried. Castiel came up behind him. THen suddenly the two were naked and making love to eachother in the middle of the office. Casitel and Dean are gay. Everyone knows this. Dean then cried to Castiel. Castiel hugged him and then Castial had to go because he was god and didn’t want dean to get hurt. Dean was sad. He looked at me and said don’t die okay? then he left. What happened to him i don’t know. Maybe he died. Maybe he became a gay stripper. I do not know. I went home and applied to get a giant briefcase. I don’t know why i want a briefcase. I just do. I wanna be a spy. So i also applied to be a spy. Can i be a spy?
I applied apple juice to my face and then danced the tribal dance of the WhanwhanRets. Half naked in my bra and underwear with a lumberjack jacket wrapped around my waist whilst i sang the National Anthume of the Canadians.
“OH SNOW GODS OH SNOW GODS! HOW WE LOVE YOUR MAPPLE SYRUP! CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE US MOOSE FOR DINNER! I WANNA MARRY A MAPPLE LEAF!”
You won’t believe what happened next.
I applied to be in a hippie fan club but i dind’t get in because Barnabus Collins killed then all with a butcher knife. So then i chained him with chains, threw him in a stone coffin, threw my lady panities on his face, kicked him in the balls and shut him away. I burried him in Konoka, a small tiny island in the Artic Ocean. I then applied sunglasses to my face and traveld in a boat back to the USA. THere i became a nija. I killed everyone on the planet but the cats. I applied my body to the leader of the race of cats and we made a human/cat baby. Now we are immortal and king an queen of Catopia(aka old Earth). One day my first born son got angry and murdered me.
Now i am typing this from my coffin.
Dead.
Suddenly i woke up from that crazy dream…
“I’ve been applied to the internet, i need to quit.”
Well, what use is anything if it isn’t? Any old thing can sit on the shelf and collect dust, doesn’t do anyone any good of course. It’s like medicine, doesn’t do any good for it to sit next you in the hospital as you cough and wheeze if you don’t take it!
Instinctivly I applied the gauze to my wounds. They told me that nothing would fix a broken heart such as mine and yet I’ve been able to recover. A mircle it seems coming from such tiny pieces to the lump it is now. It’s vitals are weak, mutilated and decayed. The edges are frayed and worn down, not much is holding it together anymore. I apply more gauze.
I applied myself to the task at hand. I tried to banish the thoughts of Kiran out of my head while working, but they kept slithering in. I loved him and could no longer deny it, but I knew he was dangerous. Our relationship would be dangerous and people would get hurt. It would be playing with fire.
I have applied much of my schooling to my current job. I can’t ever regret doing this degree. Masters programs are not for the faint of heart, but damn, I’m learning a lot. It’s so great. I’m feeling a little too big for my britches at work, though, but I can’t abandon them.
Applied. What does this word mean to me? It could mean applied to a job…I’ve had to do that several times in my life. Applying for Kings as a teenager, applying for pharmacist jobs. Also could mean applied to schools. With each application that.
is what I did to get into college. Is what everyone does to get into college, to figure out what they’re supposed to be doing exactly, which whom exactly, and how exactly they’re going to end up. It’s all one big plan, if you think about it that way, although no one ever seems to like thinking about it that way.
Applied are our thoughts. First we think, then we know, then we refuse to accept. I love you, I said, and with time, it all passed away. Regret is a type of applied thinking.
if he applied the knowledge in his head
to the situation in his bed
or the words that someone had said
he wouldn’t have to go through
the words in his head
thinking of something
he should have said
I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I have goals, but unsure of them. Maybe I lack self confidence. I know I can do them. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. I am not sure. I am also afraid. Really afraid. I gotta do it. I know I can. Please help me.
I have not applied myself in the way that I wish I could have. Wjy do I not have a career? Why do I feel this yearning to be an artist yet I am so crippled by my debt that I dod not think I’ll ever be free to do waht I really want. And what is so sad is that what I really want to do, is to be lazy.
I applied myself so that I could get into the best college possible. I worked so hard all through highschool. I got A’s on almost everything. Sometimes I feel like I should have spent those nights hanging out with friends instead. It was so stressful sometimes I wish I could go back. I can’t though and I guess that is okay. I mean I am going to survive regardless
I watch the clock tick each day. Tick. Tock. And I sit and do the same things each day. Tick. Tock. The words were still haunting. Still stifling. “If only she applied herself”. Tick. Tock.
I have applied to many things. I would like to be more applied in life, commit to things with more conviction rather than spreading too thin. I intend to be more applied when it comes to dissertation and furthering my career choices and research.
when i walked into Bruegger’s for the first time it was a wreck. under renovation, more like. but i was the first person who had applied for the job and i wanted to seem like the absolute best candidate for the job, even though i already didnt want to work there. its like i was forced against my will.
I applied physics to the common everyday question and came up with something so incredible that I started applying physics to everything and the world became mine. it was so amazing, everything was clear and exciting. I gave the world ne life.
Her whole life had been leading up to this moment. She held back tears as she watched her application fall into the darkness of the mailbox, seen no more. God, she wanted this more than anything.
I’ve applied for lots of things. I’ve applied for universities, though it seems now adays everyone applies for universities. I’ve applied for more jobs than universities. I think that’s true for everyone now a days, too. It’s all in the perseverance. You have to apply yourself (see what I did there).
It was applied knowledge, and he finally felt useful. Changing the world, improving the lives of those generations to come. And in that moment, he realized that his decade-long struggle to find significance was worth it.
one word can describe any feeling, it can describe any emotion. One word can express how you feel and it can also describe someone. One word can make a change in the world and can save multiple lives. One word is all you need. One word can combine two worlds and make someone happy and smile.
I have been using lots of creams and helathy things. I’ve never actually thought I could look this ugly. I can’t even think they dared call it “beauty cream” but, those bastards, they sell it and nobody says anything though they steal from the poor. Anyway, I’m not alone, my neighbors bought them too and my friends, so I’m not alone.
I have been applied lots of creams and helathy things. I’ve never actually thought I could look this ugly. I can’t even think they dared call it “beauty cream” but, those bastards, they sell it and nobody says anything though he steals from the poor.
Applied repetition, again & again & again; the needle scratching a textured surface, a crackled harking-back to ten years ago. Keep rotating, keep brushing up the muffled notes & dusty exterior. I will re-visit you again one day, when I move house, or uproot, pack up and go, applied myself to something worthy; loyal and baby-making.
slowly but confidently she applied the promising paste over her chest, A promise to keep her cancer-free and stable. but did she trust it? she didn’t know. that’s the thing when it comes to trust. it baffles the best of us, and leaves the simpletons unmatched.
I applied for a job then wondered why I’d ever want someone to tell me what to do……I wondered why money mattered more than my time and if I had a choice in the matter too….can I live? just live? Is it possible to be, or must I be a money machine….I will apply myself to bettering this tattered soul…..
one day i applied to a college and it was great at first but then something peculiar happened i dont know who or why but i knew something was not right like someone was following me the day i recieved my acceptance letter
A kind of hollow feeling when you look at something you really love but simply cannot express such feelings. This applied to all situations. So shift awkwardly and cover emotion with disinterest and people come to believe you have no weakness.
I applied my love to your wound; in hopes you’d eventually feel the burning that results from healing. But you applied your ignorance to my forehead and shoved me away, telling me that there’s no way I could be anything more to you. I wasn’t asking for that, was I?
All around us, applying what we know of ourselves, we create the second tomorrow. All around us, in appliance of these things, creation ceases its knowing. I ask you
What do you apply?
Do you know the answer? I can not be sure for myself, but applied are my thoughts and dreams. For if they were not, how could writing about them be possible?
With feet propped up on the old oak table in her office, she applied her lipstick using a pocket mirror. The wood groaned under the weight of her legs, and with every shift, her leather boots creaked, adding music to the silence.
The last of the day’s light filtered through the blinds. With a last dab and glance at her reflection, Audrey lifted her gaze to the clock.
I’ve never applied myself. At least that’s what everyone says. But maybe that’s bullshit. Maybe We are all trying. What if The so-called Gods have all the willpower and dole it out like bits of bread to the poor? Maybe this is it. We are born, we live, we die. And
I applied to grad school. I’m trying to apply myself to my life. To a new job. To a boy. Who could hurt me. I don’t like the idea of it being past tense. Which is a good thing, I think. I live so much in the past and in terror of the future. I think my reaction to the past being “bad” isn’t good necessarily, but a move in the right direction. Apply.
I applied to college really with no hopes on getting in. But I managed. I can do it. I need to be the best I can be. I need to apply myself more than just in application form but in my spirit. I want to be extraordinary.
i applied for job today. too bad the person was satan. then sam and dean came with the rings from the horsemen and said the magic words. THe door to Lucifer’s cage opened up. Sam said yes. Satan went inside Sam. Sam jumped into the cage. The portal closed. Then dean cried. Castiel came up behind him. THen suddenly the two were naked and making love to eachother in the middle of the office. Casitel and Dean are gay. Everyone knows this. Dean then cried to Castiel. Castiel hugged him and then Castial had to go because he was god and didn’t want dean to get hurt. Dean was sad. He looked at me and said don’t die okay? then he left. What happened to him i don’t know. Maybe he died. Maybe he became a gay stripper. I do not know. I went home and applied to get a giant briefcase. I don’t know why i want a briefcase. I just do. I wanna be a spy. So i also applied to be a spy. Can i be a spy?
I applied apple juice to my face and then danced the tribal dance of the WhanwhanRets. Half naked in my bra and underwear with a lumberjack jacket wrapped around my waist whilst i sang the National Anthume of the Canadians.
“OH SNOW GODS OH SNOW GODS! HOW WE LOVE YOUR MAPPLE SYRUP! CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE US MOOSE FOR DINNER! I WANNA MARRY A MAPPLE LEAF!”
You won’t believe what happened next.
I applied to be in a hippie fan club but i dind’t get in because Barnabus Collins killed then all with a butcher knife. So then i chained him with chains, threw him in a stone coffin, threw my lady panities on his face, kicked him in the balls and shut him away. I burried him in Konoka, a small tiny island in the Artic Ocean. I then applied sunglasses to my face and traveld in a boat back to the USA. THere i became a nija. I killed everyone on the planet but the cats. I applied my body to the leader of the race of cats and we made a human/cat baby. Now we are immortal and king an queen of Catopia(aka old Earth). One day my first born son got angry and murdered me.
Now i am typing this from my coffin.
Dead.
Suddenly i woke up from that crazy dream…
“I’ve been applied to the internet, i need to quit.”
Goodbye.
Well, what use is anything if it isn’t? Any old thing can sit on the shelf and collect dust, doesn’t do anyone any good of course. It’s like medicine, doesn’t do any good for it to sit next you in the hospital as you cough and wheeze if you don’t take it!
Instinctivly I applied the gauze to my wounds. They told me that nothing would fix a broken heart such as mine and yet I’ve been able to recover. A mircle it seems coming from such tiny pieces to the lump it is now. It’s vitals are weak, mutilated and decayed. The edges are frayed and worn down, not much is holding it together anymore. I apply more gauze.
I applied myself to the task at hand. I tried to banish the thoughts of Kiran out of my head while working, but they kept slithering in. I loved him and could no longer deny it, but I knew he was dangerous. Our relationship would be dangerous and people would get hurt. It would be playing with fire.
I have applied much of my schooling to my current job. I can’t ever regret doing this degree. Masters programs are not for the faint of heart, but damn, I’m learning a lot. It’s so great. I’m feeling a little too big for my britches at work, though, but I can’t abandon them.
Applied. What does this word mean to me? It could mean applied to a job…I’ve had to do that several times in my life. Applying for Kings as a teenager, applying for pharmacist jobs. Also could mean applied to schools. With each application that.
is what I did to get into college. Is what everyone does to get into college, to figure out what they’re supposed to be doing exactly, which whom exactly, and how exactly they’re going to end up. It’s all one big plan, if you think about it that way, although no one ever seems to like thinking about it that way.
Applied are our thoughts. First we think, then we know, then we refuse to accept. I love you, I said, and with time, it all passed away. Regret is a type of applied thinking.
if he applied the knowledge in his head
to the situation in his bed
or the words that someone had said
he wouldn’t have to go through
the words in his head
thinking of something
he should have said
I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I have goals, but unsure of them. Maybe I lack self confidence. I know I can do them. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. I am not sure. I am also afraid. Really afraid. I gotta do it. I know I can. Please help me.
I have not applied myself in the way that I wish I could have. Wjy do I not have a career? Why do I feel this yearning to be an artist yet I am so crippled by my debt that I dod not think I’ll ever be free to do waht I really want. And what is so sad is that what I really want to do, is to be lazy.
I applied myself so that I could get into the best college possible. I worked so hard all through highschool. I got A’s on almost everything. Sometimes I feel like I should have spent those nights hanging out with friends instead. It was so stressful sometimes I wish I could go back. I can’t though and I guess that is okay. I mean I am going to survive regardless
I watch the clock tick each day. Tick. Tock. And I sit and do the same things each day. Tick. Tock. The words were still haunting. Still stifling. “If only she applied herself”. Tick. Tock.
I have applied to many things. I would like to be more applied in life, commit to things with more conviction rather than spreading too thin. I intend to be more applied when it comes to dissertation and furthering my career choices and research.
I applied everywhere. I went everywhere to applie. I can’t help it. I know what I did was wrong but I can’t undo it.
when i walked into Bruegger’s for the first time it was a wreck. under renovation, more like. but i was the first person who had applied for the job and i wanted to seem like the absolute best candidate for the job, even though i already didnt want to work there. its like i was forced against my will.
I applied physics to the common everyday question and came up with something so incredible that I started applying physics to everything and the world became mine. it was so amazing, everything was clear and exciting. I gave the world ne life.
Applied sciences. I’m not sure what that’s about. Sciences that you can actually apply to stuff? I don’t know.
Applying lotion. That’s more interesting. Applying sunblock to a toddler is one of the most difficult tasks one can have a a parent to a young child.
Her whole life had been leading up to this moment. She held back tears as she watched her application fall into the darkness of the mailbox, seen no more. God, she wanted this more than anything.
adjusted thoughtful doing workin knowing smart knowledge education information workng thinking knowing work adjust moving
I’ve applied for lots of things. I’ve applied for universities, though it seems now adays everyone applies for universities. I’ve applied for more jobs than universities. I think that’s true for everyone now a days, too. It’s all in the perseverance. You have to apply yourself (see what I did there).
It was applied knowledge, and he finally felt useful. Changing the world, improving the lives of those generations to come. And in that moment, he realized that his decade-long struggle to find significance was worth it.
one word can describe any feeling, it can describe any emotion. One word can express how you feel and it can also describe someone. One word can make a change in the world and can save multiple lives. One word is all you need. One word can combine two worlds and make someone happy and smile.
I have been using lots of creams and helathy things. I’ve never actually thought I could look this ugly. I can’t even think they dared call it “beauty cream” but, those bastards, they sell it and nobody says anything though they steal from the poor. Anyway, I’m not alone, my neighbors bought them too and my friends, so I’m not alone.
I have been applied lots of creams and helathy things. I’ve never actually thought I could look this ugly. I can’t even think they dared call it “beauty cream” but, those bastards, they sell it and nobody says anything though he steals from the poor.
Applied repetition, again & again & again; the needle scratching a textured surface, a crackled harking-back to ten years ago. Keep rotating, keep brushing up the muffled notes & dusty exterior. I will re-visit you again one day, when I move house, or uproot, pack up and go, applied myself to something worthy; loyal and baby-making.
slowly but confidently she applied the promising paste over her chest, A promise to keep her cancer-free and stable. but did she trust it? she didn’t know. that’s the thing when it comes to trust. it baffles the best of us, and leaves the simpletons unmatched.
I applied for a job then wondered why I’d ever want someone to tell me what to do……I wondered why money mattered more than my time and if I had a choice in the matter too….can I live? just live? Is it possible to be, or must I be a money machine….I will apply myself to bettering this tattered soul…..
one day i applied to a college and it was great at first but then something peculiar happened i dont know who or why but i knew something was not right like someone was following me the day i recieved my acceptance letter
A kind of hollow feeling when you look at something you really love but simply cannot express such feelings. This applied to all situations. So shift awkwardly and cover emotion with disinterest and people come to believe you have no weakness.
I applied my love to your wound; in hopes you’d eventually feel the burning that results from healing. But you applied your ignorance to my forehead and shoved me away, telling me that there’s no way I could be anything more to you. I wasn’t asking for that, was I?
given too, lathered on, sun screen, something that you are nagged about to put on, lotion, cream, things that can be added to a thought.
All around us, applying what we know of ourselves, we create the second tomorrow. All around us, in appliance of these things, creation ceases its knowing. I ask you
What do you apply?
Do you know the answer? I can not be sure for myself, but applied are my thoughts and dreams. For if they were not, how could writing about them be possible?
With feet propped up on the old oak table in her office, she applied her lipstick using a pocket mirror. The wood groaned under the weight of her legs, and with every shift, her leather boots creaked, adding music to the silence.
The last of the day’s light filtered through the blinds. With a last dab and glance at her reflection, Audrey lifted her gaze to the clock.
Writing is the biggest lie, allowing me to falsify
Stories that I wish were true, telling tales of me and you.
to put some information
to get smth in smth
given
implemented
developed
I’ve never applied myself. At least that’s what everyone says. But maybe that’s bullshit. Maybe We are all trying. What if The so-called Gods have all the willpower and dole it out like bits of bread to the poor? Maybe this is it. We are born, we live, we die. And
She applied herself at the job she wanted. If you didnt aplly yourself then how could you become a hitwoman
I applied to grad school. I’m trying to apply myself to my life. To a new job. To a boy. Who could hurt me. I don’t like the idea of it being past tense. Which is a good thing, I think. I live so much in the past and in terror of the future. I think my reaction to the past being “bad” isn’t good necessarily, but a move in the right direction. Apply.