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M-Audio Firewire 410... you have changed my life.
Too bad I didn't get to play with it at all today. I've been at this computer since NOON working on a research paper. Fucking sucks. Why, oh, why did I pick a Norwegian poet who hasn't broken the language barrier yet...
Jens Bjorneboe is an amazing writer that I have recently discovered. I thought it would be cool to write my paper on him instead of your ever so typical handful of authors. However, I should have known that it would be no easy feat gathering reference materials on him when my Literature teacher said she had never even heard of him. I found ONE website with information on this guy that is in English. Fuck me. fuck me. F U C K M E ! At this point its almost too late to turn back. I don't know who else I would write about except for maybe Oscar Wilde. That's my fall back plan. I just don't know enough about Wilde or his poetry though. I would have to read so much to bring myself up to speed. Shitty. Bottom line is, it's due Thursday... I have 3 pages worth of material to work with. I ordered a book from UGA on Bjorneboe but, I don't know if it will make it in time. This little paper is 20% of my grade.
I would say that this is my first fuck up in college. I waited until the last minute and now I'm stressing so much more than I had to. I've had 2 weeks to do this. I'm so frustrated that I did this to myself. I've just been in such a rut lately. I've had no drive. It's like I can see it happening but, I can't do anything about it. I want to scream at myself and be like, "Hey buddy, straighten the fuck up. Get it together and stop with the shitty outlook. What happened to being pro-active?"
But I can't. I need someone or something to shake me out of this. I've been trying and I can't make any headway.
Maybe I need... I don't know.
Too bad I didn't get to play with it at all today. I've been at this computer since NOON working on a research paper. Fucking sucks. Why, oh, why did I pick a Norwegian poet who hasn't broken the language barrier yet...
Jens Bjorneboe is an amazing writer that I have recently discovered. I thought it would be cool to write my paper on him instead of your ever so typical handful of authors. However, I should have known that it would be no easy feat gathering reference materials on him when my Literature teacher said she had never even heard of him. I found ONE website with information on this guy that is in English. Fuck me. fuck me. F U C K M E ! At this point its almost too late to turn back. I don't know who else I would write about except for maybe Oscar Wilde. That's my fall back plan. I just don't know enough about Wilde or his poetry though. I would have to read so much to bring myself up to speed. Shitty. Bottom line is, it's due Thursday... I have 3 pages worth of material to work with. I ordered a book from UGA on Bjorneboe but, I don't know if it will make it in time. This little paper is 20% of my grade.
I would say that this is my first fuck up in college. I waited until the last minute and now I'm stressing so much more than I had to. I've had 2 weeks to do this. I'm so frustrated that I did this to myself. I've just been in such a rut lately. I've had no drive. It's like I can see it happening but, I can't do anything about it. I want to scream at myself and be like, "Hey buddy, straighten the fuck up. Get it together and stop with the shitty outlook. What happened to being pro-active?"
But I can't. I need someone or something to shake me out of this. I've been trying and I can't make any headway.
Maybe I need... I don't know.