February 25, 2004 :: 12:18 a.m.
the devil sucks up procrastination like chocolate sauce
If I could make a career of distracting myself from things that need done, I would be rolling in money. I would have an entire herd of llamas and alpacas around to make me go SQUEEE! with the cuteness. And I would possibly win a Nobel Peace Prize, because me? I procrastinate better than anyone, ever. EVAR. I'm not really proud of it, but damn if it isn't the truest truth that was ever true.
I need to find examples of two fairly obscure poetic techniques. I do not care about these things, but I must research them anyway because I am Student - watch as I buckle under the weight of my professors' demands. I need to finish this one story that I've been working on since mid-November. It's currently quite close to being wrapped up, and I can actually see the ending playing out perfectly in my head, but I cannot seem to focus enough to get it down on paper. Or on theoretical paper, anyway. And that, my friends, is just fucking annoying. Because you know what? I like getting things done. It's a nice feeling. I especially like getting them done early, so that I don't have to spend the night before they're due hunched over my computer, beating things out of myself with a stick. And yet I continue to distract myself, browsing the TWoP forums, playing BookWorm, writing in my online diary.
The internet is pure evil, I have no doubt.
So yeah, I'm wasting time here instead of finishing my story or researching two very pretty words (villanelle and sestina) whose actual definitions bore me into a coma. I like poetry, and I write it sometimes, but I'm not a poet or even a poetry person. And these two things are all about form and specifics and rules and "the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain" and blah blah blah zzzzzzzzzzzz. See? Now I understand this all in theory, but I simply cannot bring myself to CARE. I guess that's what I get for choosing terms to research based on how pleasing they are to say.
Ugh. Adam gave me a bunch of chocolate chip meringues that his mom made around Valentine's Day - I love them, so I happily accepted. Well, I've eaten SIX tonight. Six freaking meringues. They're so sweet that my stomach hurts. I need more water to wash away all the sugary goodness/badness. So that'll make 12 cups today. I drink an insane amount of water.
Okay, dammit, this is getting ridiculous. I am stronger than my internet connection. I will resist. I will produce. I must...
GAH!
back & forth
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