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Nov. 19th, 2006 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethEssays are bastards.
Bastardy bastards of utter utter b... well, you get the idea.
I read the sample close readings we've been given. They have nothing in common. Nothing. I don't think they're even the same length. They don't use the same bits of theory, which is handy because they each illustrate what we were working on that week. But now I try and write something roughly like them? They aren't like themselves!
B.
Also, I ate too many donuts. Again. 0 to sicky in three hours flat.
I always feel so stupid.
This time it was because I put the tub somewhere out of the way and then discovered I could reach it without moving when I was sitting where the sofa is now.
I know better. Essay + snacks = sugar overloaded leg bouncing mind whirling nausea and not a whole heck of a lot of words written.
sulk.
Anyways, as I said, 11 days left. That is quite a lot of days really. Done a bunch of stuff. Even if I don't feel like I'm making any progress.
:-/
... Yes, this is what my LJ is going to look like for the next couple of weeks. Possibly longer, if I have another episode of hiding under my duvet instead of handing the damn thing in. Which hasn't happened since... er, this time last year? ... Ah.
... Still, that was an entirely different subject. If I can't witter on about fiction by now...
*wanders off muttering*
Bastardy bastards of utter utter b... well, you get the idea.
I read the sample close readings we've been given. They have nothing in common. Nothing. I don't think they're even the same length. They don't use the same bits of theory, which is handy because they each illustrate what we were working on that week. But now I try and write something roughly like them? They aren't like themselves!
B.
Also, I ate too many donuts. Again. 0 to sicky in three hours flat.
I always feel so stupid.
This time it was because I put the tub somewhere out of the way and then discovered I could reach it without moving when I was sitting where the sofa is now.
I know better. Essay + snacks = sugar overloaded leg bouncing mind whirling nausea and not a whole heck of a lot of words written.
sulk.
Anyways, as I said, 11 days left. That is quite a lot of days really. Done a bunch of stuff. Even if I don't feel like I'm making any progress.
:-/
... Yes, this is what my LJ is going to look like for the next couple of weeks. Possibly longer, if I have another episode of hiding under my duvet instead of handing the damn thing in. Which hasn't happened since... er, this time last year? ... Ah.
... Still, that was an entirely different subject. If I can't witter on about fiction by now...
*wanders off muttering*