Lear and Leontes are man bitches

Here I am sitting at tribe "working on my essay."

I've got all my research done. A clear concise thesis. And nothing is coming out of my fingers when I put them on the keyboard! Aside from random tribe posts...

Damn it all to hell and back.

 

What you should do to motivate yourself is yell out the number of words you've written in the "screaming numbers" thread.

Then later on, when you've written more, press spell check and yell again.

Maybe later on we can have banter with the drunks when they come back from drinking their green beer.

 

What are you writing on Mboy?

 

I'm writing on some theories of the central cognitive deficit of attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder.

unfortunately i think i'm on the borderline for the clinical description for having add... so writing this thing is a little tough right now. especially after consuming 4 cans of coke.

Honestly... i think i'd RATHER be writing about lear and leontes... i hate this because it's basically summarizing a couple of articles, and i have to reference every sentence i write. there's no room for interpretation much.

-D

 

That's definately the worst kind of essay. ANd kind of glad to be writing this right now. Or at least trying.
It's due tomorrow but we're allowed to have up to 10 grace days. And I'm just going to have more and more stuff due as I move into next week. AND I want to go to a party this Saturday. So it would be nice to have this out of the way. Fuck.

 

Gah... i had a call, so the last 45 minutes are gone forever.

Oh well. Yeah this essays sucks ass. Looks like this hour won't produce as much as i would have liked. I have to have this done tomorrow... i don't want do drag it out til tuesday. and i have an assignment or test for each of the next 3 weeks, so i don't need to be tardy with submitting this. as soon as it's done i'll have 24 to 48 hours of celebration and then it's back to the drawing board, but on a discussion of Auden instead of Attention.

-Duncan

 

Auden. Now THAT's depressing.

 

meh... tell me about it.

What's more depressing is that i haven't written anything since 11 o'clock.