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I think sometimes I am actually too pathetic to exist. No um really. My weekend went like this (I should note though, this was after a sleep-depped week, and spending most of thursday and friday working with my group to finish our video project, so maybe some justification):
all Saturday through Sunday at about 8pm: slept like, 14 hours each night, ate crap, watched the entire first season of wizards of waverly place (don't askkkk I've been on a disney kick suddenly - no seriously I watched all three high school musicals last week, despite the music getting increasingly and lolariously bad with each one), read copious fanfiction of aforementioned show.
Sunday, 8 pm - 12am: panic, realize how much have not done, proceed to do little write-up things for my vis class, course evals
Monday, 12 am- 5 am: fuck around on the internet, maybe sleep a little but not much.
Monday, 5 am - 11:30: Panic, write entire 7 page paper for my history class. Including the second question, worth about 25% of my grade for that class, written in all of an hour. I am that classy.
12pm: turn it in etc.
12pm - 3pm: fuck around, nod off, watch some videos for my video class I should have watched during the actual class, but of course I had better things to do like work on my midterm paper or go to book signings.
3pm-7pm: Actually start working on VIS paper.
7pm-8pm: write rest of paper during class, when final video projects are being shown, people yell at me for doing so (understandably)
8pm - 8:30pm Finish paper outside of class, print it etc.
8:30 - 9pm: Watch rest of video projects, realize with annoyance that I have missed my group's project while printing. Fail.
9pm - 12 am: Fuck around, go to pancake breakfast (read: free food), meet up with some friends, chat and stuff.
12 am - 2 am: Go to CSE basement with intention of doing the grading I was suppose to do this past weekend, promptly fall asleep on top of keyboard.
There are sometimes when one should give up, and this is one of them. Omg I want school to end so badly I can't concentrate on anything... and this still didn't stop me front starting to cry after my VIS final. Wtf I thought I disliked that class? I'm starting to think it was quite the opposite. Or maybe it's the Senior thing. And the meeting of all these great people this year that I'm just going to leave again.
Oh well. At least that's like, the last paper I will have to do, ever (at least, of humanities G.E.s that I may or may not have wanted to take - who knows what I'll pick in grad school; I sure don't.) Writing papers are like pulling teeth something awful for me; 5 years has not changed that one bit.
all Saturday through Sunday at about 8pm: slept like, 14 hours each night, ate crap, watched the entire first season of wizards of waverly place (don't askkkk I've been on a disney kick suddenly - no seriously I watched all three high school musicals last week, despite the music getting increasingly and lolariously bad with each one), read copious fanfiction of aforementioned show.
Sunday, 8 pm - 12am: panic, realize how much have not done, proceed to do little write-up things for my vis class, course evals
Monday, 12 am- 5 am: fuck around on the internet, maybe sleep a little but not much.
Monday, 5 am - 11:30: Panic, write entire 7 page paper for my history class. Including the second question, worth about 25% of my grade for that class, written in all of an hour. I am that classy.
12pm: turn it in etc.
12pm - 3pm: fuck around, nod off, watch some videos for my video class I should have watched during the actual class, but of course I had better things to do like work on my midterm paper or go to book signings.
3pm-7pm: Actually start working on VIS paper.
7pm-8pm: write rest of paper during class, when final video projects are being shown, people yell at me for doing so (understandably)
8pm - 8:30pm Finish paper outside of class, print it etc.
8:30 - 9pm: Watch rest of video projects, realize with annoyance that I have missed my group's project while printing. Fail.
9pm - 12 am: Fuck around, go to pancake breakfast (read: free food), meet up with some friends, chat and stuff.
12 am - 2 am: Go to CSE basement with intention of doing the grading I was suppose to do this past weekend, promptly fall asleep on top of keyboard.
There are sometimes when one should give up, and this is one of them. Omg I want school to end so badly I can't concentrate on anything... and this still didn't stop me front starting to cry after my VIS final. Wtf I thought I disliked that class? I'm starting to think it was quite the opposite. Or maybe it's the Senior thing. And the meeting of all these great people this year that I'm just going to leave again.
Oh well. At least that's like, the last paper I will have to do, ever (at least, of humanities G.E.s that I may or may not have wanted to take - who knows what I'll pick in grad school; I sure don't.) Writing papers are like pulling teeth something awful for me; 5 years has not changed that one bit.