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So much for staying away. I'm trying.
My plan to work on the paper this afternoon was thwarted by having to invigilate an exam that both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pyroclasticgrub and I thought was on Thursday. *headdesk* So, I've only managed three pages so far. On the plus side, that's three pages more than I had three hours ago so that's okay.
On the downside, I only have three pages and my teacher wants a well written 20-25 page paper tomorrow. I have three pages, my thesis occurs on the second page, and I've only really discussed a bit about why I wanted to do my project and my preconceived notion of elders (shaped in part by the X-Files. No, really.)
So fucked. Plus side, I've eaten. Downside, I now feel ill. Plus side, I had Pepsi. Downside, my face will soon break out and I will be even more miserable.
Fuckses.
Seriously, I get through the next week and a half with all of my work done? I'm buying myself something nice that I've wanted for a while. Not sure what yet- it could be a DVD set, or it could be a new pair of pants. But something nice. That I need. So maybe not DVDs.
Oh god, why am I worrying about this when I have research to do?
ETA: This does make my day feel a little bit better, viaversaphile from uberwald on news that Life on Mars began filming again today:
"that was the one ray of light in my pretty icky Monday - the knowledge that even as I battled with moronic phonecalls, somewhere in Manchester Sam Tyler was being slammed against something"
My plan to work on the paper this afternoon was thwarted by having to invigilate an exam that both
pyroclasticgrub and I thought was on Thursday. *headdesk* So, I've only managed three pages so far. On the plus side, that's three pages more than I had three hours ago so that's okay.On the downside, I only have three pages and my teacher wants a well written 20-25 page paper tomorrow. I have three pages, my thesis occurs on the second page, and I've only really discussed a bit about why I wanted to do my project and my preconceived notion of elders (shaped in part by the X-Files. No, really.)
So fucked. Plus side, I've eaten. Downside, I now feel ill. Plus side, I had Pepsi. Downside, my face will soon break out and I will be even more miserable.
Fuckses.
Seriously, I get through the next week and a half with all of my work done? I'm buying myself something nice that I've wanted for a while. Not sure what yet- it could be a DVD set, or it could be a new pair of pants. But something nice. That I need. So maybe not DVDs.
Oh god, why am I worrying about this when I have research to do?
ETA: This does make my day feel a little bit better, via
versaphile from uberwald on news that Life on Mars began filming again today:"that was the one ray of light in my pretty icky Monday - the knowledge that even as I battled with moronic phonecalls, somewhere in Manchester Sam Tyler was being slammed against something"
