After reading this, you might like me less.
Well, I've been sitting at a computer in the library for a little over two hours now. I had this grand notion that perhaps I would finish my paper due for Wednesday in a some what timely fashion. But here I am, staring at the screen with a complete and utter lack of motivation. The boy on the computer next to me is playing his music awfully loud. Before, he was playing Pearl Jam's most annoying hit, "Oh Where oh Where Could My Baby Be"; now I'm just grateful for the indeterminate metal song he jams to.
I have a weird sort of fascination with reading papers that people have saved on the computer lab desktop. Today I read one about the difference between the animal brain and the human mind. It was for a 300 level philosophy course and let me just say, I was not very impressed. I started out interested but the paper quickly devolved into Miranda's observations on her pets ("Although, some animals like dogs have certain degrees of these emotions. For example, I know when my dog is happy and excited or scared and nervous; but I we could not say the same for a pet lizard"). I'm pretty sure the sickest part of this whole thing was that, instead of writing my paper on Moll Flanders, I spent some time fixing the grammatical errors made by a stranger on a paper she probably already turned in.
And now here I am writing this whole thing up instead of writing the second sentence of my paper. I did, however, create one beautiful cover page!
I have a weird sort of fascination with reading papers that people have saved on the computer lab desktop. Today I read one about the difference between the animal brain and the human mind. It was for a 300 level philosophy course and let me just say, I was not very impressed. I started out interested but the paper quickly devolved into Miranda's observations on her pets ("Although, some animals like dogs have certain degrees of these emotions. For example, I know when my dog is happy and excited or scared and nervous; but I we could not say the same for a pet lizard"). I'm pretty sure the sickest part of this whole thing was that, instead of writing my paper on Moll Flanders, I spent some time fixing the grammatical errors made by a stranger on a paper she probably already turned in.
And now here I am writing this whole thing up instead of writing the second sentence of my paper. I did, however, create one beautiful cover page!