Life Kava by Francis Worthing
January 18th, 2011 5:35 AMI have four days in which to write two ten-to-twelve page papers that may or may not play some part in determining whether I can stay at the University of my dreams. These papers (along with a third, shorter one that I finished this morning--go me!-- and have the gall to be proud of, for Pete's sake) were assigned to me 13 weeks ago. If you are an English major, like I am, you should still be able to calculate that that comes to about three and a half months (it's okay if you want to count on your fingers).
Crunch time flatters no one, and yet, though I've done no work on my essays, I have been fantastically busy these last three months. I submit the following figures for your analysis:
Role-playing games I have suddenly taken an active interest in: 2 (two)
Email accounts I suddenly feel the need to check on a regular (every five minutes or so) basis: 3 (three)
Webcomics I have spontaneously re-read in their entirety: 4 (four)
Podcasts-whose-backlogged-episodes-have-been-piling-up-for-months listened to: 4 podcasts (four), over 90 (ninety) individual episodes
Hours spent on failblog: too many to count
Seasons of television watched in their entirety for the first time: 6 (six)
Seasons of television watched in their entirety for (at least) the second time: 17 (seventeen)*
*I kid you not. I can name each one of them. I might even be missing a few. Oh god. These are sobering figures.
Anyway, my point is that I am brilliant at finding things to do that are not the things I need to do. I have four days in which to write 20-24 (twenty to twenty-four) pages about topics which are more or less yet to be decided, and this, ladies and gentlemen, is what I am doing right now.
The fact that I am writing this at all and yet, somehow, still feeling at all confident that I will be able to finish my work in time, only goes to show that I am feeding (nay, over-feeding) my own delusions. And that scares the shit out of me.
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This, for instance, is what I am doing right now.
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Dear huge, scary beetles who live in my kitchen, but only seem to emerge in the dead of night, You terrify me. You cause me to have nightmares in which vast numbers of you consume my living flesh and crawl all over me with your tiny, creepy feet. Here is a small amount of the dinner I made for myself a couple of nights ago. I don't want it to go to waste, so consider it a peace offering. Yours (for as long as you refrain from eating me, and even then, though in a different way, still very decidedly YOURS), Francis Worthing
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I hadn't thought of doing the task THIS way...
Very nice :)
Hahaha. The essays got finished, somehow. Not well, no. I have no delusions about that any longer. But done is something!
Also, the bugs in my kitchen are most definitely cockroaches. I am never not wearing shoes in the kitchen again. Also, I should stop leaving food around my room.
Thanks for checking in! :)
Best of luck (and more particularly, skill) on your crunch.