Me = suck.
Apr. 28th, 2004 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirlStarted writing this a while ago and got distracted by things that, of course, have nothing whatsoever to do with my paper.
My brain has been emphatically elsewhere today. This is probably not helped by the fact that, after going to bed at roughly 6:30AM, I woke up at 11:30-ish, then went back to sleep until 1:30 (conveniently completely missing my Women's Studies exam review), dragged myself out of bed and ate some of the fantastic fresh-baked blueberry muffins that Aubrey the Magnificent had thoughtfully made, then after gamely following Aubs to the Daily to attempt to get some writing done, threw my hands up in defeat and came home to go back to sleep for three more hours.
All of which is to say, it's 11:06PM [EDIT: 11:52...] and I have yet to write the Joyce paper that was due, on extension, yesterday.
Granted, I could be in a much worse position as far as that goes. My prof said we're more than welcome to recycle material whole cloth from our previous paper, and I've managed to wring out about 3 pages of usable writing to work from. With some revision, additional details, and lots of elaboration, I'll probably be able to bring that up to four or five, which means I'll only have to write 3-4 pages of new material.
Still, though, my brain is out having a holiday somewhere while the rest of me is left gaping dumbly at the computer trying to figure out how to get this fucker into some semblance of turn-in-ability by tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be turning this thing in, doing laundry, cleaning the hell out of my apartment (my mom's staying here for graduation weekend because it's waaaaaaay too late to get a hotel room within any kind of reasonable distance, and she'll throw a fit if the apartment is in its current biohazard state when she gets here), and studying for the women's studies exam I have at 8 in the freaking morning on Thursday and have yet to begin to think about. Thursday will be taking said exam, cleaning some more, working 5 of my usual 8 hours, and coming up with some way to entertain my mother.
(Speaking of which--I just realized that my mom will be here from Thursday night through Saturday evening, and the only plans we have thus far are the honors symposium from 10-1 on Friday, RC graduation from 2-who knows? on Saturday, and dinner at 5:15 on Saturday. So, um, anyone have any ideas as to how I might entertain my mother for pretty much the entirety of Friday and Saturday morning/early afternoon? I don't even know what movies are out right now...)
Sleep? What's that?
Um. It's midnight. I have 3 of 8-10 pages. My brain is fried, I'm gonna be up all night because of my wonky sleep schedule, and I'm sitting here updating LJ instead of writing my goddamn paper, again. Argh.
Whinewhinewhinewhinewhinewhinewhine. I need to go get some work done instead of clogging your friends pages with my irresponsibility for the eleventy billionth time this semester. Assuming, of course, I can get my head out of my arse long enough to do so.
My brain has been emphatically elsewhere today. This is probably not helped by the fact that, after going to bed at roughly 6:30AM, I woke up at 11:30-ish, then went back to sleep until 1:30 (conveniently completely missing my Women's Studies exam review), dragged myself out of bed and ate some of the fantastic fresh-baked blueberry muffins that Aubrey the Magnificent had thoughtfully made, then after gamely following Aubs to the Daily to attempt to get some writing done, threw my hands up in defeat and came home to go back to sleep for three more hours.
All of which is to say, it's 11:06PM [EDIT: 11:52...] and I have yet to write the Joyce paper that was due, on extension, yesterday.
Granted, I could be in a much worse position as far as that goes. My prof said we're more than welcome to recycle material whole cloth from our previous paper, and I've managed to wring out about 3 pages of usable writing to work from. With some revision, additional details, and lots of elaboration, I'll probably be able to bring that up to four or five, which means I'll only have to write 3-4 pages of new material.
Still, though, my brain is out having a holiday somewhere while the rest of me is left gaping dumbly at the computer trying to figure out how to get this fucker into some semblance of turn-in-ability by tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be turning this thing in, doing laundry, cleaning the hell out of my apartment (my mom's staying here for graduation weekend because it's waaaaaaay too late to get a hotel room within any kind of reasonable distance, and she'll throw a fit if the apartment is in its current biohazard state when she gets here), and studying for the women's studies exam I have at 8 in the freaking morning on Thursday and have yet to begin to think about. Thursday will be taking said exam, cleaning some more, working 5 of my usual 8 hours, and coming up with some way to entertain my mother.
(Speaking of which--I just realized that my mom will be here from Thursday night through Saturday evening, and the only plans we have thus far are the honors symposium from 10-1 on Friday, RC graduation from 2-who knows? on Saturday, and dinner at 5:15 on Saturday. So, um, anyone have any ideas as to how I might entertain my mother for pretty much the entirety of Friday and Saturday morning/early afternoon? I don't even know what movies are out right now...)
Sleep? What's that?
Um. It's midnight. I have 3 of 8-10 pages. My brain is fried, I'm gonna be up all night because of my wonky sleep schedule, and I'm sitting here updating LJ instead of writing my goddamn paper, again. Argh.
Whinewhinewhinewhinewhinewhinewhine. I need to go get some work done instead of clogging your friends pages with my irresponsibility for the eleventy billionth time this semester. Assuming, of course, I can get my head out of my arse long enough to do so.
