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Nov. 8th, 2007 08:27 pmI hate essays. I always get so tangled up in the things. I end up posting marxist theory all over an unsuspecting fan board, and then I can't think of the proper thing to say in the actual assignment. And I can't sleep. I always sleep on Thursdays. I know I also always complain about it but the alternative of neither sleeping nor being truly awake is not an improvement.
I got the laptop out and typed up a bibliography. It has half a dozen books in it all typed up neatly. And two documentaries that rather aren't. I'd have to find their details to type them properly, and 'on ITV4 the other night' is not a proper thingy.
I also started finding the quotes and putting them in a usefuls file, and trying to make a paragraph about them, but the wireless connection was acting up cranky so the files I left on the college network took bloody ages to bring in, and then I fiddled about turning the pages around and found how many ways the microsoft software can screw that up, and then the battery was running out and I decided that was it for the evening.
And also I now has a headache. Predictably. But the timing is still poor.
So, next, painkillers and bed. I don't care that I was trying to have a good draft ready for tomorrow, I can show the rough and clunky collection of too huge manyness to teacher instead. Or fix it tomorrow. Or something.
Blah.
I got the laptop out and typed up a bibliography. It has half a dozen books in it all typed up neatly. And two documentaries that rather aren't. I'd have to find their details to type them properly, and 'on ITV4 the other night' is not a proper thingy.
I also started finding the quotes and putting them in a usefuls file, and trying to make a paragraph about them, but the wireless connection was acting up cranky so the files I left on the college network took bloody ages to bring in, and then I fiddled about turning the pages around and found how many ways the microsoft software can screw that up, and then the battery was running out and I decided that was it for the evening.
And also I now has a headache. Predictably. But the timing is still poor.
So, next, painkillers and bed. I don't care that I was trying to have a good draft ready for tomorrow, I can show the rough and clunky collection of too huge manyness to teacher instead. Or fix it tomorrow. Or something.
Blah.