I want the grade, but I don't want to write the paper.

I want to pass, but I am not even slightly interested in Marx or his theory on the estrangement of labor right now.  Honestly, I enjoyed reading the essay.  Our class discussion on it was helpful and fun.  Lively, even.  I'm glad that we read what we did, but I have no desire to write about any of it.

At all.

I made a sweatshirt.  I am not sure if that link will work.  I want the sweatshirt that I made, but I don't think that anyone else will want it and you need to buy 6, minimum.  And then it's approximately $55 each.  Ugh.  BUT IT'S SUCH AN AWESOME SWEATSHIRT.

My outline is done and it should be really easy to fill it in with some quotes and some commentary (back to the paper, for those of you who don't have redbull coursing through your brains at 90 mph) but I. Don't. Care.

I want to do well, but the paper has no appeal whatsoever. I am struggling to reconcile those two realities.

Could I go to sleep?  Yes.  But I can't go to bed because I want the grade.

Could I write my paper?  Yes.  But I can't do it because I don't care.

Bah.

Welcome back to high school, self.

Edit:

So it's tomorrow now.  My paper is due in an hour.  I think I'll finish.  Yay! 

Double Edit:

Evidently I posted this late enough last night that it was already yesterday's tomorrow.  So I guess I just should have said that it was later in the day.  Or something.

Triple Edit: 

I have missed blogging flippantly!  This is fun!  

Bed Time!

I think it is about time to go to bed.

I've been working pretty hard for the past two hours and I held up a pretty solid pretense for working a few hours before then.  I have one full and one half section of my natural sciences take home test left.  The rest of it should probably be edited in the morning, but the answers are complete.  I haven't really started my social sciences essay.  My humanities essay just needs a solid edit.

I am trying to convince myself that I have enough work done to go to sleep and honestly I think I do, but everyone calls this week hell week.  Everyone is tweaking out about all the work that they need to complete and that's really all I've got.

Sure, I feel bad that I haven't really started my social sciences paper, but I have all day tomorrow and half of Friday to do it.

And I'm kind of sleepy.

Not absurdly tired by any means, but bed sounds nice.

Fuck it.  If tomorrow somehow winds up being absurdly stressful, I'll know better for next semester.

:)

Edit:

Nope.  See, this is why blogging was such a great procrastination method in high school.  I would post a crappy blog and then I'd be all inspired to do my work again.  Now let's see what we can make Joseph Black say about heat...