Paaaaper-writing!

[evilhippo]

Grr. I can't focus at all right now. I think it's because I haven't had a full night of sleep since Tuesday... no, wait... that's not right. I was definitely flipping out on Tuesday. Last Thursday? Though I could've sworn there was a night with 8 hours in there somewhere. But... gah. I just need to find the quotes I need and tidy up my argument. I want this finished, and turned in, and done with. Heh. I got up at nine, turned off my alarm, and went back to sleep until ten. It probably would've been good for me, too, if I hadn't had a dream that I was in class and supposed to turn the paper in, even though I hadn't finished it. I really wanted to have this in by two, but since it's 11 now and I haven't gotten anything done... somehow I doubt that's going to happen. Ah well... I think I've got until five or so, when they lock the doors on the buildings on campus.

Edit 1 [12:00]: Goshdarnit. I'd even rather be trying to write porn right now. Porn! That's right. I'd rather be forced to write porn than finish writing this paper. Freaking college. (What? Can you picture me writing porn? That's how hard this paper is for me to write! It is actually a step below porn on my list of things that I cannot/willnot write. Gah!)

Edit 2 [12:10]: Okay... Snakes on a Plane has been hovering around forever now. But what is it? Is it really a horror movie? Is it meant to be serious? Wtf is going on here? I mean... here is the trailer. It almost seems serious... save for the guy hitting another guy with a snake. And the one guy who holds the snake, screaming, then turns to the camera. Oh, and the boob-snake. I have no idea what to make of this. What is this movie trying to do? It's already... just... how could this movie possibly take itself seriously?

Edit 3 [1:34]: Two people in a row have called me to ask me if I'm done... and while I appreciate the sentiment, right now, between them and my mom, I just feel like crying or going back to sleep or screaming, but not all three because that'd be impossible because the screaming would keep me awake. I wanted to be done with this crap Wednesday. This is just ridiculous. No one should have to work this much on papers. No one else I know here ever spends this long on papers. How do they get away with it? Why am I not done with this yet??

Edit 4 [2:02]: Okay... think happy thoughts. At least the paper is kind of decent, as far as arguments go. It's just disorganized and currently lacking sources. And in two and a half hours, it will be done. No matter what. And... all right... those aren't particularly happy thoughts. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts... hmmm... Well, Hughes is nursing a mild concussion from Pope Urban II. At least that's an amusing thought. And by some liberal definitions, Roy's now a cyborg. Yay!

Edit 5 [2:18]: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts (deedly-dee)... there they are a'standing in row (bum dum dum). Big ones, small ones, some as big as a--OMFG WHY IS THIS PAPER NOT WRITING ITSELF?!

Edit 6 [3:08]: Gah. Almost done. Twelve pages is twelve pages... even if I've only got a few lines on it. I don't care. This needs to be done. It needs to be done now. I still have things I need to cite. This is just... all right. I think the problem is that I don't want to turn in a paper I know isn't perfect, so I always wait until the last minute to turn it in, because that way I know I had no choice. Fine, brain. Fine. The rest of me hates you sometimes, you know. You're acting like a jerkface. Everything else is just as tired as you. Just because you can keep going when you're tired doesn't mean the rest of me can.

Edit 7 [3:33]: I still feel like screaming. But... well, no matter what I'm getting out of here in an hour and turning this in. Gah. One more hour, and this quarter will be over. I just need to keep going...

Comments

[lisiche.livejournal.com]

A field of tulips full of frolicing puppies.

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, now the puppies are digging up the bulbs. Though, as long as the tulips aren't mind, I don't suppose that's necessarily an unhappy thought. I mean, the puppies are happy.

[sketchyheart.livejournal.com]

According to my clock, your quarter should be just about over! THAT MEANS YOU'LL GET YOUR SOUL BACK. JUST KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE SOUL.

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

AND I JUST FINISHED WRITING THIS GODAWFUL THING. FREEEE! I AM FREE, AND I DON'T CARE THAT THIS PAPER SUCKS AND SORT OF LOSES ITS MAIN POINT SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE. GAH. DOOOONNNNEEEE!!!

[sketchyheart.livejournal.com]

YAYYYYYYYYY!!! *turns victory music on!*

MY URGE TO CRY OUT "VICTOLY" IN A BAD, FANGIRL JAPANESE FASHION SHOULD CONVEY TO YOU MY JOY OVER YOUR COMPLETION.

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

I'll take my soul back later tonight. Hooray! ^_^

VICOTLY shall be the battle cry for my spring break. (I'm sure the Canadians will be quite confused).