Morning?

Huh. It's not often that I'm up early enough to finish what I procrastinated about last night and still have time to sit around and wonder what I'm supposed to do until a quarter after 10 when I catch the bus to Bio. I mean, I've still got about 20 minutes. What am I to do with myself? I suppose I could work on my Hum paper, but I'm of the opinion that at this point, there really isn't anything useful I can do to it in 20 minutes. I suppose if I really wanted to I could title the page or something... goshdarnit, I am really going to regret not starting it yesterday sometime around 8 tonight. Unless I'm lucky and get out of track early. In which case I'll start regretting it sometime around 7. It looks like this is definitely going to be another of those up-until-3 sort of nights. But I'm so tired right now, and it's only Monday, so I am going to do everything I can to finish it before midnight. And I know I'm quite capable of churning out 4 pages in two hours, because I did it for Bio. And they were passable pages, goshdarnit. With 1-inch margins, even. Take that!

It's supposed to storm today... I wonder if I should take my umbrella with me... I hope it's not too cold for only a sweatshirt, because that's what I plan on wearing. It is 50 out right now, afterall. Then again, once it actually starts raining it's bound to cool down. Wow... rain. There's something I haven't actually seen for quite awhile. Rain! Yay!

I will be infinitely angry at the USPS today if Xenosaga comes. Heh, maybe if I finish my paper before midnight, I'd reward myself by letting myself play it. Then again, I might run into one of those 45-minute cut-scenes and be up until 3 anyway. And then I'd just be screwing myself over. Goshdarnit, why is it possible that any amount of leisure time here can only be gained by massive amounts of procrastination?? And the ratio of leisure to procrastination is so small. You only get a half-hour for a ton of procrastination... it's hardly worth it. Oh well, if I time things properly maybe I'll have something do to the first weekend of next quarter, when everyone's partying at Drunker Than God. Oh dear goodness help us if those boys ever start a frat like they want to. Of course, I'd get to join it too, as a sort of honourary founding sister. Hehehe. They want to call it Epsilon Delta Pi or something ("Like the proofs..." "And everybody likes Pi." "We don't have enough Pi here"). Maybe I'll take comfort in the fact that that's already an honour society for grad students and some sort of computer science thing. I wonder how the whole new-frat naming thing works, anyway.

Just a few more weeks. I keep telling myself that. Hey, at least this is the last full week of the quarter. Next week I've got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and then reading period. Ooohhh, I will be so happy when it's reading period (I'd better not have freakin' track practice). Wow... I've got a lot of stuff due next weekend. Enough stuff that it makes me happy I'm actually not going to Conference. Now that I say that though, watch, they'll come up with some ridiculous reason for me to come. Please, please don't make the injured list that long... afterall, they can only put three people in each event. La la la, I am not here, you can't send me to conference la la la.

Good vs Evil, Innocence vs Experience, PAPER VS VIDEOGAMES

I am not quite sure if the world is mocking me, or trying to push me in the right direction... or perhaps it is a test. I got out of track practice today on pity for not having my paper worked on yet, and all I owe my coach is a candybar because he is a good person (he was so nice about me missing practice, it made me really happy). I sat through the meeting about the conference meet this weekend, and I am both glad I'm not going, and sort of sad that I can't. I mean, it's in Cleveland afterall, and I would like to go back to Ohio for a bit. And heck, the girls team has a real honest shot at winning, so I really wish I could be there. On the other hand, they leave at 7 on Thursday, which means I miss a lot of class, and would have to turn in my calc homework at ridiculous o'clock Wednesday, among other things. So... anyway... I got back here at about a quarter after 5 after picking up some Subway and then walking back (I must enjoy this weather while I've got it). I then made the fortunate mistake of checking my e-mail... and there it is. The dreaded, yet thoroughly predicted, package delivery e-mail. This is so obviously a test of my will and my motivation. I am making the best of this (and it's really helping) by telling myself I will finish my paper by 9 or so tonight, since I was lucky enough to be able to skip track, and then play Xenosaga. I've already got 400 words, and they're mostly small ideas that could be fleshed out into decently-sized paragraphs. So what I need are transitions, and a thesis. And then I'm practically done. Right now, this is my 6:00 break. My 7:00 break is for eating, and from 7-9 is all writing and revising. Heck, I might even get done early. Motivation is a wonderful thing. Take that for trying to foil me, world! Bwahahahahaha!

I'm weirdly dizzy right now... I hope I'm not getting the stomach flu of doom again. Or maybe it's that lovely feeling that comes with knowing that you're going to get your paper done before 3AM this time. Woo! (Ok, so I'm insane. At least I speak in complete sentences!)