Where's my Pullitzer?
What do you get when you mix the following ingredients:
-Immeasurable time investment
-Countless caffeinated beverages
-A new set of butt grooves in the computer chair
-12 pages of paper
-5 reference books
-The homemade Dust Puppy doll that stares at me creepily from beside the monitor
-A sickness-inducing level of obsession with the Titanic
-Last year's yearbook
-A bleeding typing finger
-At least ten saves a minute
-3901 words plus 288 on the side
-Six chapters and a table of contents
-Chronic sleep deprivation
-Missed deadlines
-Procrastination
-The fact that stuff has happened and resulted in history
?
That's right, folks, you get my extended essay in all of its glory.
Yup, it took me 3901 words to prove that Morgan Robertson's The Wreck Of The Titan was, in fact, not as prophetic of the Titanic disaster as it is made out to be. Hot damn, I rule.
Now if only I could get my Gaia art contest submission done.
-Immeasurable time investment
-Countless caffeinated beverages
-A new set of butt grooves in the computer chair
-12 pages of paper
-5 reference books
-The homemade Dust Puppy doll that stares at me creepily from beside the monitor
-A sickness-inducing level of obsession with the Titanic
-Last year's yearbook
-A bleeding typing finger
-At least ten saves a minute
-3901 words plus 288 on the side
-Six chapters and a table of contents
-Chronic sleep deprivation
-Missed deadlines
-Procrastination
-The fact that stuff has happened and resulted in history
?
That's right, folks, you get my extended essay in all of its glory.
Yup, it took me 3901 words to prove that Morgan Robertson's The Wreck Of The Titan was, in fact, not as prophetic of the Titanic disaster as it is made out to be. Hot damn, I rule.
Now if only I could get my Gaia art contest submission done.