This paper is so very, very boring. I can finish it up pretty easily, and will do so tomorrow (the first time I'll ever put off finishing a paper until the day it's actually due, but it's not due until 5, so whatever). It's just so freaking dull that it causes me pain.

However, aside from doing all the reading/prewriting and two thirds of the actual writing of it tonight, I made some very kickass icons (to be posted at mediocreicons later, when I have a few more for the batch), called home to wish my mom a happy Mother's Day (good wishes to the mothers on my flist as well) and finally got myself back to my updating schedule at the other journal: college is ending just as I'm getting good at it. Damn.

La la la, paper is boring cakes.

I'm at work and have a paper to write. This is good, because I'm working at hte listening desk and picked up an extra three hours when my shift ends, important because a) I'm broke, and b) I write papers more efficiently at the library. The problem is that the wireless network connection decided to be crappy today, and all my information for the paper is on webCT. Which would prevent me from writing it, and end up with me sitting around for five hours not working on the paper.

Except that Alex, who works here before me, is a genius and points out that if you take the cord out of the phone and hook it to your computer... Well, bingo. You have to reconnect to check materials in and out, but on a Sunday evening it's pretty dead down here; and you can't get any phone calls. Darn.

Also, when I was gearing up to write my paper at the circ desk upstairs, Dave Klasko dropped by. I whined at him to write it for me, so he said he would:

( Asses and booty, booty and asses, I want some ale. )

I am going to miss that boy (and everyone else). But now, to work!

The first part of tonight was amazing. The UTC banquet was fabulous. Jill did my speech and made me all choked up, and listening to people gush about my friends also made me choked up. I realized just how much I'm going to miss the troupe (realized again, that is). I really wish I could stay in Boris' somehow, but... that would make me a creepy alum, and that I want to avoid. Sigh.

The later part of the night was spent writing a paper. Yeah, basically from the ground up; I'd done the preliminary reserach, but not the prewriting. So the fact that it's 4 AM and I'm done and heading to bed is quite impressive.

Today is the first day in, like, two weeks that I haven't watched any Veronica Mars, but Leah and I are having ourselves a watching/writing marathon tomorrow, which should be fun. As should the Boris' laser tag trip, since we really can't get enough of each other.

And I'm dying of exhuastion. Goodnight.

DONE.

That could have been worse. I even get seven hours of sleep out of the deal.

Things that are bad: when one's word processor goes wonky not once, but twice during the writing of a major paper. Eep. But I save compulsively every time I pause to think of the next word, so I hope (knock on wood) that nothing bad will happen, no matter what.

Also, running out of water. Sob!

Also also barely being able to keep one's eyes open.

However, I'm two thirds done. Unfortunately, I'm more like... seven tenths done with everything I have to say. I can put together another two pages of BS plus a conclusion, but it'll make the last third of my paper really, really weak. And no one wants that. Hrmmmmm.

Gaaah. Stupid paper.

poisonivory, I point you towards this.

The Yankees are currently being beaten by Tampa Bay. I can't even talk about it.

Research: done. Outlining/prewriting/organization: done. Time so far: two and a half hours. Hopefully, as per usual, the actual writing will be much quicker.

That is all (for now).

I was debating trying to write my paper in the library, since my room is so distracting and, as I have a 12 page paper due tomorrow which I haven't started I don't have time to clean it. The common room would be an option but, you know, TV. It distracts me. I was debating this when I got an email asking if anyone could sub an hour at the listening desk shift at six, and I can take a cosmic hint. Thanks, God!

So the plan is to go to work at 6 and stay in the library afterwards, and get my paper written. If I could get it done in time to get it printed at the cluster before it closes at 11:30, that would be amazing. (Not likely, but amazing.)

In other news, I've got my senior week pass. I have exactly four classes left at Brandeis. And this is my last week of the internship--I had to rush three hours in on top of my usual this week, which is a bit... awkard. It entails getting up at nine the next two mornings. But I will survive.

I'm both excited and freaked out by all of this.

( OMGbrucecovillesqueeee! )

It occurs to me, I've written seven papers this semester; I have four left to write (which will be somewhere between forty and fifty pages of academic writing). I just... aaaaaaarg!!! Second semester senior! Lazy!!!

Also, I hate active vs. passive voice debates. I will probably rant on this later, but this stupid fucking grammatical rule is the bane of my academic writing existence. Grrr!!

Squee!

Rachel is the best sister on the planet and I am the easiest person to shop for in the universe, and so for graduation, she's taking me to a Yankees game over spring break. Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Okay, done now.

By the way, do we know if Jeter is out of the hospital yet?

(As for me, I'm still stuffy and sore throated, but doing much better. Apparently, what I really needed was about twenty hours of sleep. Mmm... sleep. One of my professors [who I actually don't like at all] very kindly gave me an extension on the paper due tomorro, so now I have to try and make that paper, like, good and stuff. Alas. And I still have two books to read today, but one of them is only 70 pages long, so hopefully I'll get everything done. Hopefully.)

Feel like shit. Called in sick to internship despite closing in on deadline for getting my hours done. Skipping class #1 despite cool guest speaker and can't skip #2 as I have a paper to hand in. Hate everything.

Back to bed now.

I am not what one would call a food person at all, in that I actively dislike cooking and don't get a great thrill out of eating; if it wasn't for the fact that I can't photosynthesize (and doing so would require me to be out during daylight hours, anyway) I would just about never eat.

But tonight's dinner really, really hit the spot. It wasn't anything hard; I grilled (well... frying panned) two boca burgers with a little lemon juice, heated up frozen veggies with a little more lemon juice, and ate them on toast. And it was, like, the most amazing thing I've eaten in months.

How odd.

I'm about halfway through my reading for the paper and it's only seven, which isn't too bad. I did a handful of it at work and stayed in the library for two horus after, though I did spend a fair amount of time screwing around online. And now, back to work.

Wow, this may be the shortest paper I've ever written for class. And it's the second paper in a row to use the word "echelons," and I got to refer to "indecipherable gibberish."

It's also a load of crap, but whatever.

Goodnight.

Wow. The writing of the paper took less than an hour and a half, and more importantly, I think it's a pretty good paper--which I don't say too often. But I think I made an intelligent (if extreme) case, which seems to be what the professor values (over good writing, though I think I wrote it pretty well, too.)

So now just a few minutes of econ review, and then... bed! Yay for sleep!

Eh, it's like being done. The assignment says "no more than 12 pages" and so I wrote 9 full ones. And... 9 is less than 12 and therefor acceptable, right?

Wings has 2 minutes to wrap up the episode in a wacky fashion.

Note to self: stop watching Nick at Nite while writing papers.

I have to be up in five and a half hours. And tomorrows another late night.

Lovely.

Well, this is the first major paper of the semester. I'm still in a good mood from pulling an A- on my Lit midterm (go me!) but I'm quite tired... And I'm on page 7 out of 10ish. I have to be up in 6 hours. My paper is not awesome. It's not as bad as it could be, but it's not great.

Roseanne is a much better sitcom than I remember it being. Not that I'm watching it as a distraction from writing. I'd never do that.

Nor did I watch Robin Hood or Newsies tonight. Nope.