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I am almost finished with my last important paper at UCSB (by finished, I mean I'm too tired to give a shit anymore so I'm going to pretend to correct it but really just pray my professor doesn't think I'm too big of a retard instead).
I wish I actually had the time and energy to put into a paper to actually make it good (I actually started this one over the weekend--whaaaat?!--but feel like I still don't have a good enough grasp on it to do well). I wish I was at least oblivious enough to think that I could write a coherent paper, but unfortunately I don't have grand illusions about that either. I wish, I wish, I wish...but at some point being on the verge of tears due to tired frustration becomes too exhausting and you just have to let it go, even though you feel like shite about it (pep talk to myself).
On a weird note, as I was proofreading/rearranging, I came across a sentence I had written that included the phrase "boisterous trains." WTF?? What was I thinking? When I read it, I imagined a really camp, personified old-timey (whenever I picture this word in my mind I imagine it has an 'h' but that doesn't look right either) train, standing up on it's back 'wheels' with its iron hands on its hips. Boisterous trains...that's sad and retarded.
During breaks betwixt writing, I've been teaching myself this routine:
I'm about 3/4ths of the way through.
I am sure as hell going to do everything in my power to get really smashed this weekend...I'm so tired of school!!
Also, I will never, never, never get a job that involves writing, because I HATE it so much!! It makes me feel so shit about my competence, and I hate the process and time it takes...aaaahhh!!
I might be willing to scribble some shit on a Post-It note every once and again at work, but if I'm ever asked to do anything more at any future job, I will start kicking faces.
I wish I actually had the time and energy to put into a paper to actually make it good (I actually started this one over the weekend--whaaaat?!--but feel like I still don't have a good enough grasp on it to do well). I wish I was at least oblivious enough to think that I could write a coherent paper, but unfortunately I don't have grand illusions about that either. I wish, I wish, I wish...but at some point being on the verge of tears due to tired frustration becomes too exhausting and you just have to let it go, even though you feel like shite about it (pep talk to myself).
On a weird note, as I was proofreading/rearranging, I came across a sentence I had written that included the phrase "boisterous trains." WTF?? What was I thinking? When I read it, I imagined a really camp, personified old-timey (whenever I picture this word in my mind I imagine it has an 'h' but that doesn't look right either) train, standing up on it's back 'wheels' with its iron hands on its hips. Boisterous trains...that's sad and retarded.
During breaks betwixt writing, I've been teaching myself this routine:
Click to viewI'm about 3/4ths of the way through.
I am sure as hell going to do everything in my power to get really smashed this weekend...I'm so tired of school!!
Also, I will never, never, never get a job that involves writing, because I HATE it so much!! It makes me feel so shit about my competence, and I hate the process and time it takes...aaaahhh!!
I might be willing to scribble some shit on a Post-It note every once and again at work, but if I'm ever asked to do anything more at any future job, I will start kicking faces.