how sad!
Not the best week in the world. I went to school yesterday all happy and ready to get some work done (at last!) then I try to turn on my laptop. It works the first time I turn it on, but the speakers weren't working, which happens a lot, so I restarted.
Then it just stopped working. It wouldn't turn on again. After an angry phonecall to my dad for help, I went home and guess what? The damn piece of junk turned on all fine and happy at home. However, it was very slow, so I ended up taking it into Future Shop to get it looked at. Typing on my desktop PC is difficult because I have to hit the keys with greater force - not a good thing since my hands have been getting very sore again. It's a problem in my knuckles; they're all swollen and ugly like an old lady's. So I'm not looking forward to possibly having to write all my big final essays on this computer. Grrrr....
Stupid November. It is the cruelest month, not April.
That aside, I did make an attempt with my NaNo idea. There are just over 1000 words written so far and it's not too bad. I'm a little uncertain of the details, though I know my characters and how I want the narration to work. But instead of writing that, I have to work on my three final papers: 1) readers and readership in Christopher Marlowe's Doctor Faustus, 2) rebellious narration in Richard Marsh's The Beetle, and 3) relating T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land to literary theory.
And while doing all of these, I also have to slowly plan out of my final research paper on Harry Potter for next term. *faints* Grad school is fun in some ways, but it is torture!
Then it just stopped working. It wouldn't turn on again. After an angry phonecall to my dad for help, I went home and guess what? The damn piece of junk turned on all fine and happy at home. However, it was very slow, so I ended up taking it into Future Shop to get it looked at. Typing on my desktop PC is difficult because I have to hit the keys with greater force - not a good thing since my hands have been getting very sore again. It's a problem in my knuckles; they're all swollen and ugly like an old lady's. So I'm not looking forward to possibly having to write all my big final essays on this computer. Grrrr....
Stupid November. It is the cruelest month, not April.
That aside, I did make an attempt with my NaNo idea. There are just over 1000 words written so far and it's not too bad. I'm a little uncertain of the details, though I know my characters and how I want the narration to work. But instead of writing that, I have to work on my three final papers: 1) readers and readership in Christopher Marlowe's Doctor Faustus, 2) rebellious narration in Richard Marsh's The Beetle, and 3) relating T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land to literary theory.
And while doing all of these, I also have to slowly plan out of my final research paper on Harry Potter for next term. *faints* Grad school is fun in some ways, but it is torture!