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My hatred of essays knows no bounds. Not that this is exactly newsworthy seeing as I complain about it every time I have to write one of the dratted things, but still. Two 3000-word essays due Friday by 5pm. And classes to attend somewhere in there, and being first week, I feel that skipping would be unwise. The next 38 hours are going to be HELL, seeing as I spent most of yesterday trying to recover from jet lag and getting no work done and therefore still have about 5000 of those 6000 words left to write.

I need someone to invent a concentration hat, so that I could actually focus on these damned essays without having my mind wander all over the place. Seriously, if I could just really focus and not think about anything else, I could probably get these done in a third the time. I'm a quick writer. I just get...bored.

random sleep-deprived musing

I'm short. Not ridiculously short -- about 5'3"-ish -- but still, most of the people I interact with are taller than I am. In fact, I tend to feel very uncomfortable interacting with people who are shorter than me. Maybe it has to do with looking down rather than up to talk to them; it makes me feel disproportionately large and awkward. I deal with it, of course -- statistically speaking, I'm no midget, and of course a couple of my friends are smaller than I am -- but, yeah. It's weird. And I know my boyfriend, who's 6' tall, tends to feel uncomfortable around people taller than him.

So does anyone else have these weird relative-height issues? Or other silly things like that?

omg bedtime

6:45am, and essay #1 is complete. I clocked in at 3,741 words -- a bit over the recommended word count, but actually, for this course, I can get out of taking the final examination if my combined essay word count for the two terms is 7000-8000 words, so that's all right then. It just means I don't have to write quite as much for the essay next term.

Well, I can get in three hours of sleep before class. Which I wouldn't mind, really, except that tomorrow night -- er, tonight, rather -- is gonna be ANOTHER all-nighter, and two in a row is death for me. Ah, well. I'll hit the sheets Friday afternoon at 5 and sleep through Saturday.

Stupid Irish winters. If I'm going to be up until nearly seven o'clock, I'd damn well like to see the sun rise. Hmph. It still looks like the middle of the night outside, which is cruelly deceptive.

stabbity!

Remind to never, ever choose my own topic for a paper again. Or to choose to analyze a film that was not part of our course, even though the professor said it was okay. Because although every film critic everywhere seems to agree that "12 Angry Men" is a fantastic and insightful film, there has apparently been virtually NO academic criticism written on it, and particularly there is absolutely nothing in the Trinity library even remotely relating to it, aside from a copy of the script. I mean, I have this list of books on 1950s films, and this movie is only ever mentioned in passing as a "great example" of this form of filmmaking or in a list of other really awesome movies of the fifties that we don't have space to elaborate on sorry. If everyone in film studies academia thinks it's so wonderful, WHY DOES NO ONE WRITE ABOUT IT?

Paper due tomorrow. No time to change topic. Must blunder through on my own. BAH.

Also, I really need sleep. *sighs* Twenty-five and a half hours, and it will all be over.

silver lining

On the plus side, I'm about to rewatch one of my favorite films in the name of research, which is pretty nifty. I wouldn't mind this essay much at all, really, if I only had more time to write it. Ironically, that's why I pushed it back to the last minute -- the other essay was on a topic I had little interest in for a course I detested, so I wanted to get it out of the way first, and of course wound up getting hung up on it for a while because, um, yeah, boring. I always try to save the best for last, or, y'know, tackle the greater of two evils before the lesser. Alas.

Don't worry, the essay whinging will end soon. It has to. They're due tomorrow. >_<

ETA: Memo to self: no, you can't now spend an hour or two to make Twelve Angry Icons, dammit. DO YOUR WORK.

v. minor flist cleanup

I just unfriended a few LJs on the basis that they haven't posted in over a year and I assume they've abandoned the wonderful world of livejournal, alas. Most were perpetually unused fic journals, actually. But, y'know, if you're actually still around and reading but just not posting, or if you're an unused fic journal that foresees a return to glorious ficcishness in the near future, poke me and tell me I've got it all wrong, and I'll add you back. ;)

Why yes, I'm procrastinating writing my essay, how could you tell?