whee, finals.

GodIdon'twannawritethispaper.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Expect much finals bitching for the next three days.

bah. feh. grak. shmush. and so forth.

I should have known better than to be all organized on this dratted paper. Because by picking all my quotes ahead of time, and organizing them into categories, and then organizing the categories to form a logical outline of the paper...well, let's just say that it made me feel productive.

And me feeling productive is very very bad, because it means that I then think, wow, look how productive I've been, I can stop now. And then I forget the crucial fact that my paper actually needs to be written.

*plays computer games for three hours*

...urg.

more finals bitching, move along

I've reached that point in the paper, roughly four pages in, when I realize that everything I've written is utter crap, and I've lost the thread of my argument, and I'm more than halfway through but the rest of the way seems interminable, and I fail at life in general.

And then I remember that I don't care.

And so I slog on, and pity the poor professor who has to read this thing when I'm done.

Alas.