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Oct. 9th, 2007 11:36 pmOh, mid-semester. You bring with you such unending agony and torment.
For instance: have you ever sat down at your computer with Word open and stared at the blinking cursor for fifteen straight minutes?
"My, I should probably start, shouldn't I?" you say. Another ten minutes go by. "Really, I'm about to start." You get in about fifty words. "Impressive! My page is no longer entirely white! Now I just need...one thousand two hundred more words. About this thing which is in Middle English and uses the word 'thou' copiously."
Suddenly and with all the force of a charging heffalump, you realize you're totally fucked, which triggers in you a primal reaction because oh god, I'm going to fail! Failure! I will be forced into a lifetime of menial labor and possibly I will have to wear an orange jump suit and live in an all-women maximum security prison when I shoot a man for ordering extra pickles on the side and then pinching my ass! And by the time your eyes have cleared (a daymare of Burger King and bunk mates named Bessie having flashed before them), you're out of breath and wide-eyed and hopped up on adrenaline - now you're never going to get that goddamn paper done because you can't sit still. So you go out for a run around the block and don't realize it's pouring until you're halfway down the driveway and a loud blast of thunder sets a car alarm off next to your head. Squelching, you come back to your computer and hover, anxious, for a few more minutes; when that doesn't magically make the essay write itself, you shuffle through your papers and assignment book.
That's when you notice that there's yet another essay due the next day that you haven't started.
Ah hah. Hah. Fuck.
ETA: 250 words! \o/
For instance: have you ever sat down at your computer with Word open and stared at the blinking cursor for fifteen straight minutes?
"My, I should probably start, shouldn't I?" you say. Another ten minutes go by. "Really, I'm about to start." You get in about fifty words. "Impressive! My page is no longer entirely white! Now I just need...one thousand two hundred more words. About this thing which is in Middle English and uses the word 'thou' copiously."
Suddenly and with all the force of a charging heffalump, you realize you're totally fucked, which triggers in you a primal reaction because oh god, I'm going to fail! Failure! I will be forced into a lifetime of menial labor and possibly I will have to wear an orange jump suit and live in an all-women maximum security prison when I shoot a man for ordering extra pickles on the side and then pinching my ass! And by the time your eyes have cleared (a daymare of Burger King and bunk mates named Bessie having flashed before them), you're out of breath and wide-eyed and hopped up on adrenaline - now you're never going to get that goddamn paper done because you can't sit still. So you go out for a run around the block and don't realize it's pouring until you're halfway down the driveway and a loud blast of thunder sets a car alarm off next to your head. Squelching, you come back to your computer and hover, anxious, for a few more minutes; when that doesn't magically make the essay write itself, you shuffle through your papers and assignment book.
That's when you notice that there's yet another essay due the next day that you haven't started.
Ah hah. Hah. Fuck.
ETA: 250 words! \o/