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( QUIPU! )

Have I ever in my life wanted less to be working on a literary analysis paper? I really don't think so. I really don't.

This afternoon I took a hot bath, and then I got in bed with my laptop to continue work on the paper that is due tomorrow. I kinda stretched out a little to rest my neck...and promptly fell asleep.

I woke up with like a half hour to go before class and promptly freaked out. I couldn't get the printer to print so I freaked out even more. I hadn't ( Read more... )

It is precisely six pages and one sentence long. This does not include the works cited ( Read more... )

That is all.
(Except that it would be sucking less if I'd gotten a chance to write it during this last week, the way I'd planned to.)

I spanked those sonnets until their little butts turned red and then they screamed for more. Tonight, Percy Bysshe Shelley and Edna St. Vincent Millay are MY BITCHES.

(Yep, school done fried my brain.)

Let it be known that I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE having to use author biography in fictional literary analysis. IT IS NOT RELEVANT.
That is all.

(Goddamn Ozymandias paper. Grrrr.)

I went trolling for books I'll need for my research paper (a translation of the Popol Vuh, a translation of the Codex Chimalpopoca, a Nahuatl dictionary that I don't really need but I wannnnnnnnnnnts it, and a Yucatec Mayan dictionary that I don't really need either but I wannnnnnnnnnnnnts it, and a copy of Aztec Thought and Culture). These are ( Read more... )

She is sick and tired of writing the Goddamned "Ozymandias" paper.
That is all.

OWWWWCH. Not impressed.

Got another A paper, though. The V for Vendetta people (the characters in my head, not the people who hang out at f_for_fanfic --the people at f_for_fanfic are honey bunches of cool) are driving me crazy and my cat keeps chirping at me because he wants to play fetch with the mousie-toy. Ivan, can't you understand that Mira is having an identity ( Read more... )