I have the essay sweats. Just realised I have nothing original to say in my Shakespeare paper, so I’m diligently not thinking about that and procrastinating. Which is actually really appropriate, considering it’s Hamlet. I keep checking my email, running to the loo, going for coffee – anything to not be writing this thing and realising how devoid of insightfulness I am. (See? I said ‘insightfulness’ instead of ‘insight’. I’m even mangling the English language now.)
Why doesn’t Television Without Pity do Torchwood recaps? And why do they hate Entourage? Never fear – the America’s Next Top Model recaps should keep me going for a while. I do miss those cute little illustrations they used to have at the top of each page, they were funny …
Oh God help me.
(This blog entry was brought to you by Eimear’s failed academic career, and the letter F.)
Hang in there dude. I’m in the same boat. I should be at home banging away feverishly on my laptop about the media preoccupation with the construction of masculine identities…but I’d much rather be here in the PC lab being distracted by the lovely, lovely Internet in all its lovely distractiness. See, me forget how to write words also. Stupid college. It killed what was left of my brain.
Sigh… ooh I think I’ll buy cookies on the way home. Mmm…cookies…
Cookies. Hmm, yes. There’s no food in the house. The sum total of my food store: milk, OJ, coffee, pasta. I need real food, like Pringles or fizzy jellies. I need to go shopping.
Construction of masculine identities, eh? Oh, I love what we do. The Hamlet essay was only moderately terrible in the end. Some class of a portfolio due tomorrow. Exam Saturday, exam Monday. Then I’m free!
look at you procrastinating and dilly-dallying and shilly-shallying!
Hee, “shilly-shallying” …
*giggles uncontrollably*
Doing my Creative Writing thing now. Lots of editing of stories. It is tiresome. Tomorrow night I’m gonna party like it’s 1999.