Determination!

[evilhippo]

All right, world. I am sitting down right now. (Actually, I'm sort of half-laying, since I'm on my bed.) I will no longer be tempted by Snow Crash, as interesting as it's getting. (I have no idea what prompted me to start reading it during finals week... probably the general need to read something that was not written by Chateaubriand, nor about Japanese script reform. Though, on the plus side, at least I haven't had to read anything by Chateaubriand about Japanese script reform. Because that'd be bad. I can see it now... the kanji would be secretly in love with katakana or something, and run off to be on their own in order to hide their secret, and then someone (probably a couple of emo furigana) would run off and join a convent in this strange pseudo-death ceremony during which they'd profess their love for kanji, because omgtheirloveissomakingobscurekanjiunderstandable... and, erm... then kanji would run off to the US and join an Indian tribe? Omg my brain hurts so much I can barely think anymore. And I have a headache.)

But the roomies are at dinner, so now is probably the best time to get more writing done. Write write write. And I've convinced myself that if I can finish the Fragments essay tonight (which is totally doable), I'll have most of tomorrow to hide out in the library finishing the Cult-Evo essay. As long as I don't drag my feet on this and take until five tomorrow, when it's due. Because then I have 21 hours to finish the paper, with no sleep in between. If I'm going to pull an all-nighter, it will be... um... never, because I can't write well on no sleep, and if nothing else has taught me that, I can look at my first Civ paper this quarter. Because ow. That one was bad.

Determination! (This entry is going to get edited to heck, yay!)

Edit 1 [7:06]: Dearest "Person whose name I've removed because he's way to easy to find's Music" on the wireless network. I heartily agree with your taste in music, and plan on facebook stalking you as soon as I figure out who you are, so I can go leave some sort of weird post-it note on your door. You have every band I had any hope of finding on the network here. Woo!

Edit 2: [7:20]: Wow, it is way too easy to stalk people if you know how the network works. He's one of the freshmen living in the room that should've been mine this year! (Not that I mind this one, but I do sort of miss the fifth floor, all things considered. But I so didn't just admit that.) Goshdarnit. Oh well, it makes leaving a post-it on his door easier. Darnit. More proof the fifth floor is cooler this year than it was last year. I guess it does fluctuate every other year.

Edit 3: [11:11]: I think I'm permanently stuck at six pages. Gah. I requested an extension on my Evo paper, because I'm going to need it. I'm near-dead. I think if I can get to 8 pages, I'll go to sleep... but somehow I'm afraid that won't be happening anytime soon. Sigh. Um, so... I still haven't heard anything on the creative writing class either. But right now I just really, really want this quarter to be over. I'm lonely because I'm busy and can't run away from my books and can't be myself. And I have a headache. I just want to sit down and read a book for fun. Write a little. Talk to people. Bler. Freaking winter quarter.

Edit 4: [11:36]: I'm torn... do I do my laundry now and stay up until three or four, or sit here and finish up the 8th page and go to sleep early? Decisions decisions. Laundry will probably involve reading more of Snow Crash, hmm... I wonder how much money I have left for laundry. Crap, not enough.

Edit 5: [11:47]: I suppose it'd be frowned upon if I went out into the hallways singing "It's the End of the World As We Know It", huh? Then again... if I sing it loud enough, for long enough, and get all the words right, maybe I'll get committed or something, and that'd get me out of writing these papers. Hmmm.

Edit 6: [1:26]: Still not committed. Still writing paper. I'm so sick of you, Chateaubriand. So very sick of you. (Don't even look at me, romaji. I see you over there, out of the corner of my eye. Don't you dare make that face at me. I'll get to you tomorrow.) Please let me have an extension please let me have an extension, please...

Edit 7: [1:41]: Sometimes I worry that it's a bad sign that I actually need to remind myself that if I keep throwing the bouncy-ball at the wall, eventually it's not going to go where I expect and knock something over. Maybe I should stop throwing bouncy balls at the walls. Goodness knows I've lost like, four. They tend to turn up a week later under the couch or something.