In vich ze 'ippo 'ates on ze Nietzsche

I'm going to wish I had this extra ten minutes or so tomorrow morning when I want to sleep in for a bit longer, but I guess I'll be willing to sacrifice it now for a little more leisure time before I jump thoroughly into my paper. The week is basically over once I turn in the paper, too... since I don't have calc tomorrow. I just hope we do a fair number of problems in problem session tonight so I don't have to spend all my free time tomorrow morning while I'm not having calc class doing my homework.

I'd like to take the time right now, in the middle of this mini writing warm-up to complain about this paper. My choices are the three most obtuse and insane essay topics I have seen all year here. Insane! Abso-freakin-lutely bloody insane. I can't even figure out what it's saying with a thesaurus there are so many bizarre words in it. And the purpose of the paper is to use a comparison with Aristotle (inasmuch as a comparison means "How does Neitzsche argue with Aristotle's point) to "cast light on a diffcult moment" in Neitzsche's writing. What the heck is that supposed to mean? So I'm writing about how Nietzsche builds off of Aristotle's argument, written while Socrates was screwing everything about the aesthetic justification of existance up, and creates a link back to the aesthetic existance as all the Socratic stuff is falling apart. And see, that is far more coherant than what I've got in my notes so far, so this is progress! Actually, you can't see... because my notes are on a piece of paper next to me. But you can imagine, I'm sure. I will be so proud of myself if I can get a page written before I go to my problem session. I think I'm going to use that sentence up there as a new and better thesis, because it'll be more fun to justify that little bit of strange logic than the perfectly logical and banal thesis I had before I started rambling here about how all my paper topics are absolutely not acute.

People keep yelling at me for disliking Nietzsche... it's not so much that I dislike him... I mean, I feel sorry for the guy. He was a bright young man, a bit German, and he had sex once and got syphillus. Poor guy. Then he went nuts. But really the only thing he did wrong (aside from a hooker) was write the Birth of Tragedy. It's like what I'd write if I was patriotic and on crack and obsessed with... oh... I can't think of a contemporary equivalent to Wagner, so I'll say... umm... ok, Ben Folds or something, and thought that he was the cure to all our problems. Of course, Nietzsche didn't have to deal with all the crap we have now, too. What would Nietzsche do? (I think, now that I know how to spell Nietzsche, I am going to keep writing it all the time so I can feel special).

Now, aside from this paper thing, what I really want to know is how LJ knows that I'm the most easily-distracted... hmm... not that they're wrong or anything, obviously.

Bah Gah Blast It!

Not only did calc completely throw me off the good roll I had going on my paper (well, for the first paragraph) by making me fear tomorrow since I have so much of the problem set to finish and four problems took an hour.... now that I'm back in my room (after waiting for the bus for almost half an hour) I can't concentrate on writing. I had a good idea of where to go next, but now I've lost it. I think I need to re-read the mere 150 words I wrote to start the paper, and figure out what the heck it is, exactly, that I'm doing. I should have gone back to Harper... then again, catching a bus back here would've been hard. So... the problem is it' so darn distracting here, and because they've turned the study room into the TV room and it's locked all the time, I don't really have anyplce quiet to go, so I'm in here listening to my roomie talk to her boyfriend and watching people play Castlevania. I'd go take a shower, but my roomie wants to go downstairs for game night so we can try to kick everyone's butts at DDR. I'm perfectly prepared to have to stay up until about 3 to finish this paper, since I don't have anything else important to do this week... but I shouldn't tell myself that because if I do, I know I will stay up until 3, and no amount of caffeine will be able to keep me awake in Hum, and I'll be super-frustrated with my calc. Sigh. I suppose I should get back to work now. I'll get through this, as soon as I find where I'm going with it. Gosh darnit, for once I have a decent start to a paper, and now I'm lost. I don't know what to do with myself.

I don't think I can remember the last time I was this thoroughly sore, either. My calves are trying to gnaw their way out through my skin, my ankles hate the rest of my legs, and for some reason randomly when I'm walking, something will pull in my back rather evilly. And none of this is from injury, it's just sore from lifting and kicking across the pool constantly. At least, I assume it is because I can't imagine finding a way to injure myself in the pool running in place and bounding. La la la. Ok, I have officially wasted an hour since I got back, so there goes my "write 300 words an hour and be done by midnight" thing. Bah! Well... if I write 450 words an hour I can still be done by midnight...