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Oh, holy crap, I am screwed. Majorly. It is almost 11:30 at night and I have written approx. 200 words of the 4-6 page essay that I have to hand in at 1 p.m. tomorrow. I just opened my fourth can of Coke of the day, I'm eating half a bagel (because Sunday is bagel day), and my stomach is rumbling in a not-so fun way. I have several thousand windows open as I surf lj, check and re-check my e-mail because I am still amazed that I posted rps earlier and even though the reactions have been positive so far I am afraid that I will miss something negative from someone because I'm a sucker for torture, and iTunes as I listen to the Arctic Monkeys for the thousandth time today (I cannot believe how many fic ideas they give me and just about all of them are of the slashy variety) and of course the window for my nonexistent essay. The current plan is to churn out four crappy pages on whatever (did I mention that I'm not even sure what I'm writing about? I have a general idea but I can't come up with anything specific enough for 1000 words and I keep switching from a poem written by one of the professors on my campus to Byron's "She walks in beauty" - which is too damn short for me to say anything about it - to Coleridge's "Frost at Midnight" - which bores me too much to come up with four pages on it.) and then tomorrow I will refine it since I have to hand in a draft anyway.At least my 10 a.m. class was cancelled due to Yom Kippur. And once I finish this one I can start working on the other three I have due this week, all of which have major question marks over this as well. I'm surprised that I'm not more suicidal than I am.
So I will probably get very little sleep tonight (if any) and then I have class at 1 (I'm supposed to have read the first couple of chapters of Valperga for it and I haven't, of course) and then I'm working for three hours tomorrow night and I'm not sure how the hell I will be conscious for Studio 60 but I will probably watch it anyway. And the Mets are playing game one of the DS on Wednesday at 4 and I have class at 5:30 so I am going to miss most of that game and you can possibly imagine how pissed I am about that.
I think I'll give another poem a try and see how I do. Someone tell me that this is perfectly normal behavior of college students. Please. You might just save my sanity.
ETA: It's almost 4 in the morning and I am now going to bed. I have my alarm set for around 9 so I can work on an intro and conclusion and edit the first draft. The thing that really sucks is that once I got going it only took me an hour or so to churn out just over 3 pages. Why can't I get in these "zones" at reasonable hours of the day?
So I will probably get very little sleep tonight (if any) and then I have class at 1 (I'm supposed to have read the first couple of chapters of Valperga for it and I haven't, of course) and then I'm working for three hours tomorrow night and I'm not sure how the hell I will be conscious for Studio 60 but I will probably watch it anyway. And the Mets are playing game one of the DS on Wednesday at 4 and I have class at 5:30 so I am going to miss most of that game and you can possibly imagine how pissed I am about that.
I think I'll give another poem a try and see how I do. Someone tell me that this is perfectly normal behavior of college students. Please. You might just save my sanity.
ETA: It's almost 4 in the morning and I am now going to bed. I have my alarm set for around 9 so I can work on an intro and conclusion and edit the first draft. The thing that really sucks is that once I got going it only took me an hour or so to churn out just over 3 pages. Why can't I get in these "zones" at reasonable hours of the day?