Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

In case you were wondering, EVERYTHING is more interesting than political theory. EVERYTHING. In the entire world. And I am not kidding.

But this time tomorrow, God willing, I will be almost home. And then on Sunday I'm going to NY/Connecticut to see Jess. Also... seriously, guys, do any of you know how to stage door or anything? Because I'm going to be in the same building as Jen, is there... a way to figure out how to possibly meet her? Really.

Dear Thomas Aquinas,

I hate you. I hate you and I hate your pompous way of writing, and I hate what you think and I hate that I have to compare you to Plato and I hate that I put this off until the last minute and I hate that I have to write at least five pages comparing you two when CLEARLY ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS SUCKING UP TO GOD.

Hate! HAAAAATE,

Madi

I have a ten page paper due on Monday.

I'm going home this weekend. Plus, Easter.

So, an intelligent person might have started this paper, say, last Friday, gotten it done by Sunday night, and then turned it in to their TA by Monday so that they could get it proofed and get a stellar grade.

I'm not that smart. Although the idea did occur to me, so I have to get points there.

It really goes against basically everything I believe in to start a paper a week in advance especially since Sunday is just meant for panic. I finaaaally picked an article to base it on (polygamy FTW), but it's like everytime I entertain the idea of perhaps doing some research I'm all, "la la la, it's not due within 48 hours!" Or the ever popular, "OMG I haven't changed my icons in weeks! Must see to that, then."
Or, "ooh, know what I haven't done in a while? Vacuum. I cannot live with the dust that's been there for weeks any longer. It must get sucked up. NOW." Which is charming in its own clean way, but kind of annoying.

Also annoying? Solitaire. I am so good at that game it freaks me out.

And thanks to the lovely yet horrible scarlett7188, I've been singing "I'll Never Tell" for DAYS. DAYS, PEOPLE. And I haven't even seen the damn musical episode. Mostly because I'm stalled on Buffy because I keep thinking I shouldn't put it on and I had to watch Once and Again and I'd really like the damn song out of my head now, please.

ETA:... It's 67 outside. Yesterday it was in the 80s, today it's 67. Gainesville, what is up? It's not cool when I go outside to get my lunch and I'm shivering from lack of protective sweaters.

212 / 1,000 (21.2%)

Come here, Questia.

Go away, Facebook.

Come here, inspiration.

Go away, go fug yourself.

Come here, interational relations text book.

Go away, TV.

Come here, Microsoft Word.

Go away, mail box in the commons area that has NOTHING for five days and today has two letters, one from two weeks ago, from my aunt, and a package on studying abroad sent especially to me from Spain.

Come here, International Relations notes.

GO THE HELL AWAY, ICON MAKERS. Stop calling me with your siren song of pretties! We all know that I am WEAK and I am a complete whore for icons, STOP TORTURING ME.

Come here, iron will!

Go away, stupid assignments that creep up on me.

Come here, writingness.

Go away, procrastination.