A brief moment of extended procrastination
Yet again, I convinced myself that taking an online course would be good for me. Fail. Writing five essays in two weeks in not appealing. Not in the least.
Currently, I am procrastinating on writing two mini-essays for my test. One is on a great topic: Which ancient society would you like to live in and why? Woo! Fun. Still can't write it though for whatever reason. I seem to have lost my form of eloquence over these past few years and have devolved to rambling tangents or short and to the point sentences. And the second essay is one of four choices, none of which intrigue me. *Sigh* why am I doing this to myself? lawl.
Break is going. Not well, nor poorly; it's just going.
I nearly had my best friend move into my (should be condemned) house. I'm so glad that she didn't have to in the long run (she got money together for her rent, somehow). One of my ancient (and bitchy) cats finally kicked the bucket. However, he had been sickly for MONTHS. I told my father to bring him to the vet back in september. "Why? So I can pay $500 to have them put him down? Fuck that". I tried to explain to him that most pet illnesses, just like human illnesses, can be cured easily and cheaply if caught early. That bastard let my cat suffer and die a slow miserable death. Yea, my father is a bastard, but at least my cat has moved on. Rest his soul.
While I'm ranting about my father ... this man does not know how to clean. I won't go further, because I'm already ranting like a biotch, but anyhoo.
This upcoming semester is my (hopefully) last semester at cortland ... and I'm kinda scared. Ye GODS am I ready to be done with classes though. Fuck essays so hard. Let me go write lesson plans and teach kids how to conjugate -ER verbs, plox. I'm so done with thinking. I want to apply my knowledge, already! Of course, I know that I will never stop learning, which is a good thing, but I just am sick and tired of essays and papers and tests and group projects! Oof.
Allrighty, I have to actually find the motivation to whip out these two essays (which will most likely be shitty). *sigh*
=)
Currently, I am procrastinating on writing two mini-essays for my test. One is on a great topic: Which ancient society would you like to live in and why? Woo! Fun. Still can't write it though for whatever reason. I seem to have lost my form of eloquence over these past few years and have devolved to rambling tangents or short and to the point sentences. And the second essay is one of four choices, none of which intrigue me. *Sigh* why am I doing this to myself? lawl.
Break is going. Not well, nor poorly; it's just going.
I nearly had my best friend move into my (should be condemned) house. I'm so glad that she didn't have to in the long run (she got money together for her rent, somehow). One of my ancient (and bitchy) cats finally kicked the bucket. However, he had been sickly for MONTHS. I told my father to bring him to the vet back in september. "Why? So I can pay $500 to have them put him down? Fuck that". I tried to explain to him that most pet illnesses, just like human illnesses, can be cured easily and cheaply if caught early. That bastard let my cat suffer and die a slow miserable death. Yea, my father is a bastard, but at least my cat has moved on. Rest his soul.
While I'm ranting about my father ... this man does not know how to clean. I won't go further, because I'm already ranting like a biotch, but anyhoo.
This upcoming semester is my (hopefully) last semester at cortland ... and I'm kinda scared. Ye GODS am I ready to be done with classes though. Fuck essays so hard. Let me go write lesson plans and teach kids how to conjugate -ER verbs, plox. I'm so done with thinking. I want to apply my knowledge, already! Of course, I know that I will never stop learning, which is a good thing, but I just am sick and tired of essays and papers and tests and group projects! Oof.
Allrighty, I have to actually find the motivation to whip out these two essays (which will most likely be shitty). *sigh*
=)