(mutters to self unintelligibly)

...officially, it's pretty much safe to say that updating my blog has become one of the many sad excuses I have for putting off my work. Assignments. Papers. Readings. (yawn)
Like now, for instance, I have 3 papers (and if my sense of foreboding would prove true in the following week - 4) coming up in the next 3 weeks, and I have done... shall I say, unsatisfactory, attempts to get them done. I'm still waiting for the proverbial sledge hammer to hit me in the face (not the head) as my wake up call just so I could get a grip with the situation in hand.

Considering said situation, however, I would need more than a sledge hammer. Inspiration and energy have been fleeting at best lately. Maybe a train or a capsized ship. Hmm. Or maybe I could just tie myself to a chair (it would be quite a feat, that) in my study room at the library and throw away my apartment's keys into a fissure in the ground somewhere that ran all the way through the other side of the earth.

Argh, what the hell am I rambling? For the next 72 hours I'm planning to spend all night at the library doing these papers. And if THAT won't help either, then may academic judgment fell upon me and roast me to cinders for being lazy as a grad student. Seriously. It's not enough that I have to combat my laziness, now the very elements has risen to test me too. Fall's chilly wind starting to blow again, and I could swear it brought along some of the sandman's sleeping powder to my eyes. The wind-blown tree leafs outside the windows are trying to shoo me away from the library and whispered that it's better to stay in the warm inside of my apartment. But a metaphorical siren has perched herself on my bed's head, luring me to sleep whenever I looked at my bed. And always, like an entranced sailor, I submit to the song and crashed myself into the rocks. Arr, she be a devil, that bed. Monsters! There are monsters everywhere now. Life's always hell when you made it out to be. I rarely can concentrate on studying now in my apartment. I need to get out of here.

I'm rambling again. Anyhow, I should consider myself lucky, considering the horrifying writer's block I had a couple of weeks back. Oh yeah, trust me. There ain't nothing more horrible in this world to a grad student than a writer's block. I'll write up about it in the next post (shivers...), this post is already too long.



(later note:)
I should stop writing pointless posts like this in the future.

Note to self: more studying. Less (and I DO mean LESS, me-idiot!) rambling.