If I can do a page every half hour then I'll be done by two. That is my goal. And then I'll get up at ten. It'll be fine. I'll be fine. This will be my mantra for the next two hours.
*I'll be fine*
*I'll be fine*
*I'll be fine*
*I'll be fine*
Over.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
The night from hell, Part 4
I took the shower.
Not sure if it worked yet.
But I did give myself the pep talk of a lifetime while I was in there. It was all about how I've been training for this for the last six years, and how all of high school has prepared me for this moment, and that if I can get this done before 3 am then I can have a nap between classes tomorrow. (I'll probably do that anyway.)
Over
The night from hell, Part 2
PAPER NUMBER 1 IS SUBMITTED.
If this seemed very fast to you, remember that I've been working on this one since 2 this afternoon. That's like 8 hours. And yes, I did take a break to make muffins and stuff when I started to go blind from my computer screen, but still, EIGHT HOURS. It's because the freaking nationalism book was so terrible and difficult to read. I don't anticipate an awesome grade on that one, but there's an extra credit conference thing this weekend that a friend and I are going to go to to make up for our terrible grades on this.
So now I'm on to my American lit paper. This one is a little different in that its a critical analysis over one of the short stories that we've read this semester. The problem is that because it's an English class it's going to be graded much more harshly so I have to put more actual thought into it.
The thing about me when it comes to writing papers is that I'm a truly excellent bullshitter. For real. It's one of the skills I'm most proud of. One time I won a writing contest with a paper I'd written the night before. I wasn't trying to win, I was just trying to get the paper turned in to class on time.
I would rather write papers all day long that do math.
"Blind them with your brilliance or baffle them with your bullshit."
That was my honorary senior quote and it's a motto I live by to this day.
Another surprisingly convenient thing is that I am a total insomniac. I take 50mg of trazadone in order to sleep every night. So as long as I don't take my trazadone, I should hypothetically stay awake indefinitely... Insomnia is a blessing and a curse.
Over.
If this seemed very fast to you, remember that I've been working on this one since 2 this afternoon. That's like 8 hours. And yes, I did take a break to make muffins and stuff when I started to go blind from my computer screen, but still, EIGHT HOURS. It's because the freaking nationalism book was so terrible and difficult to read. I don't anticipate an awesome grade on that one, but there's an extra credit conference thing this weekend that a friend and I are going to go to to make up for our terrible grades on this.
So now I'm on to my American lit paper. This one is a little different in that its a critical analysis over one of the short stories that we've read this semester. The problem is that because it's an English class it's going to be graded much more harshly so I have to put more actual thought into it.
The thing about me when it comes to writing papers is that I'm a truly excellent bullshitter. For real. It's one of the skills I'm most proud of. One time I won a writing contest with a paper I'd written the night before. I wasn't trying to win, I was just trying to get the paper turned in to class on time.
I would rather write papers all day long that do math.
"Blind them with your brilliance or baffle them with your bullshit."
That was my honorary senior quote and it's a motto I live by to this day.
Another surprisingly convenient thing is that I am a total insomniac. I take 50mg of trazadone in order to sleep every night. So as long as I don't take my trazadone, I should hypothetically stay awake indefinitely... Insomnia is a blessing and a curse.
Over.
The night from hell, part 1
I haven't posted in a little bit because school has been very stressful lately.
But then tonight I decided that as long as I'm going to suffer, you guys can suffer with me!
It'll prove to you guys that I really AM doing stuff.
So here goes:
I have a 5 page world civ paper due at midnight. It's over a book called imagined communities and is about nationalism and its effects on the the post eighteenth century world and is super terrible. Problem is... I hadn't actually read the book until today... and as I began I discovered THAT IT IS A REALLY DIFFICULT BOOK. I consider myself very proficient in the way of the vocabulary of the English language and I was looking up definitions on google. And its 150 pages long.
So I've been working on that since 2 in the afternoon and a few minutes ago I was looking up my American lit paper which is due midnight tomorrow ONLY TO DISCOVER THAT IT'S NOT DUE AT MIDNIGHT TOMORROW. IT'S DUE AT THE BEGINNING OF CLASS TOMORROW. Class is at 11:30 am, which means that I will be staying up to finish that one as well. It is also 5 pages.
So this is me live blogging the detailed account of a college student who really hates herself right about now.
More to come.
Over.
But then tonight I decided that as long as I'm going to suffer, you guys can suffer with me!
It'll prove to you guys that I really AM doing stuff.
So here goes:
I have a 5 page world civ paper due at midnight. It's over a book called imagined communities and is about nationalism and its effects on the the post eighteenth century world and is super terrible. Problem is... I hadn't actually read the book until today... and as I began I discovered THAT IT IS A REALLY DIFFICULT BOOK. I consider myself very proficient in the way of the vocabulary of the English language and I was looking up definitions on google. And its 150 pages long.
So I've been working on that since 2 in the afternoon and a few minutes ago I was looking up my American lit paper which is due midnight tomorrow ONLY TO DISCOVER THAT IT'S NOT DUE AT MIDNIGHT TOMORROW. IT'S DUE AT THE BEGINNING OF CLASS TOMORROW. Class is at 11:30 am, which means that I will be staying up to finish that one as well. It is also 5 pages.
So this is me live blogging the detailed account of a college student who really hates herself right about now.
More to come.
Over.
Friday, February 20, 2015
UUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH
I’m going off of sugar.
Oh ****. It freaks me out to say that.
BECAUSE I LOVE SUGAR SO MUCH.
It's not like a lent thing, or anything, it's potentially permanent...
My mom is taking this ‘naturopath’ technique with some of my health issues, and she has me taking like 8 vitamins a day and these special drops in my water. She wanted me to go off of gluten but that is a NOOO. I think I could learn to live without out candy and ice cream, BUT I REFUSE TO GIVE UP BREAD, TACOS, CHINESE FOOD, FRIED SHRIMP, THIS LIST COULD GO ON FOR YEARS, you get my point. So sugar it is.
Not all sugar, of course. I’ll still eat fruit and other natural sugars. I’m just trying to cut the processed stuff out. But it’s still going to be very rough. Especially right on the heels of Valentine’s day, so there’s all sorts of chocolate lying around. I’m telling myself that I’m ‘WEANING’ off of it, which basically means that I’m still going to eat everything in the dorm, but I’m going to go slowly, and I’m not going to buy anymore.
Another big problem is that my boss is addicted to chocolate. She calls it crack. That’s what she refers to it as in conversation. Today, for example, she called ahead and asked if anyone had any requests. Then she arrived with an entire bag (INCLUDING MALTED ROBIN EGGS WHICH ARE MY FAVORITE) and told us that it’s all free game, and then passed around one of those heart boxes of Valentine’s chocolate.
She’s an enabler.
I’m so screwed.
My current plan is just drown myself in fruit, to settle the cravings with natural sugars to take the edge off and then hopefully it’ll even me out and my roommate won’t have to sit on me to keep me from running to Walmart and gorging myself right there in the candy aisle.
*5 HOURS LATER*
Over.
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