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I've been putting off writing my paper for weeks, days, hours. This is why I find myself awake at quarter to four in the morning with only one feeble paragraph in the Microsoft Word box while I fritter away moments by writing in my LiveJournal. I'm nearly cross-eyed with exhaustion, but this doesn't keep me from stubbornly refusing to make any progress whatsoever. I've done nearly everything to avoid getting it finished. After work, I loitered around Starbucks, then came home to take a "power nap" which lasted for one and a half hours. Then I came online, wrote a MySpace message, checked my email a couple times, refreshed my friends page. I called Mom to ask her to bring home some dinner, then sat patiently, doing nothing, until she arrived with food in hand. I rationalized it by telling myself I couldn't reasonably expect to get anything done with my stomach growling in such an aggressive manner. So, I ate. Then I called Albert on the phone. Then I took an even longer nap on the couch in the living room. Showered. Drank some water. And now here I am.

I can envision perfectly all of the ideas I want to express in said paper. But words have escaped me. Except for now, as I'm rattling away to you fine people.

The thing is, I just despise writing papers. This is my symbolic tantrum. No tears or stamping of the feet. Just me and one blinking cursor, giving each other the ol' stare-down. Who will give up first? Me, inevitably. There is no question.

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you hate writing papers, yet you can spill your mind onto a computer screen at the drop of a hat. the drop of a hat, i say! i understand, though; i'm awake now (5:37 in the am) and i haven't slept yet. not because of procrastination. just not tired. did you know that at 5:30 the super globetrotters comes on? the super shallackin' globetrotters! in this episode, they fight a phantom cowboy, but it turns out he's just an infernal robot designed to get the globetrotters out of spook valley. man. those crazy globetrotters.

i'm still not tired. i'm just going to read wikipedia articles until the sun comes up, like my ancestors. to recap: the phantom cowboy was just a robot.

update: the robot was, in fact, an actual ghost. the robot angle was meant to throw off the SG's.

Hah! Yesss.

having to write papers is evil. take it from me, i'll have to churn out a thesis that must be 80+ pages, and i've never enjoyed essay writing.