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(no subject)
I really wish I could send some of my energy towards you, dear. I have a feeling you'd be much more productive with it, especially since when I'm up late, I direct my creative energies towards...cracktastic chats like this one from last week.
Voice: So, let me see. You claimed illness in order to not have to write this paper on Sunday, after which you actually felt sick and were lethargic for 48 hours. Now this is due in about 9 hours, you haven’t started, and you don’t even have the book from which you are supposed to quote with you.
RS: But I do have scribblesome notes jotted down from when I talked about this subject matter in front of the class a week ago.
Voice: OHHH, you mean that presentation you totally sucked at and mumbled your way through?
RS: Yes! That one! The one I was going to make up for with a really good paper!
V: Except then all your understanding vanished, and now you want me to find again?
RS: Wow, it’s like we’re of one mind.
V: Funny how that works.
RS: So, any ideas?
V: How long does this have to be?
RS: My rule of thumb is 2.5 pages.
V: And what are we talking about?
RS: Freud and repressed memories. Possibly as it relates to social consciousness.
V: I don’t know what that means.
RS: Me neither.
V: How does having me on your team help, again?
[time passes]
Voice: Why is it that every time you try to talk Freud, you get distracted and end up on the Jim/Pam website?
RS: Return of the repressed. Trying to tamp down my shipper’s tendencies in order to do homework goes against the natural order.
V: I’m not sure you understand the definition of what you’re writing about.
RS: Didn’t we establish that like 3 hours ago?
Also when I'm up late, I lose all sense of judgment about whether or not I should post things like that in comment boxes. Oh well, too late. If you have not already gone to bed, I wish you well on your writing endeavors; I know you can finish! Finish something great, even.
(no subject)
Why is it that every time you try to talk Freud, you get distracted and end up on the Jim/Pam website?
I know EXACTLY what you mean. See, unless I have research to do, I disconnect the Internet while I'm working for just that reason - if I don't, I end up searching for my topic on Wikipedia and then following links for hours until I reach some completely improbable topic that has nothing whatsoever to do with what I'm supposed to be working on. Or I'll just watch online videos. A lot.
Thank you for the good wishes! The story turned out okay - I'd hardly say great, but at this point I really don't care - and while I am probably too late to wish you luck on your current scholastic endeavors, I wish you advance luck on whatever thorny assignment may raise its head in the future.
(no subject)
It...never occurred to me to disconnect my own internet. That sounds incredibly sad, but I've really never tried it. I will test that theory out tonight. And I'm glad you finally got your story done...the one good thing about half-killing yourself to finish something is the satisfaction that comes after you turn it in. (however short-lived that may be)
(no subject)
Don't worry - it didn't occur to me to disconnect my own internet until earler this semester, and even that was only because I wanted to move my laptop closer to the TV so I could procrastinate even more. (My dorms use an ethernet cable, not wireless, so moving the laptop meant disconnecting the internet.) It does cut the procrastination time in half, but I've found that without the shininess of the internet I just inevitably find other ways of distracting myself (i.e. endless games of Solitaire).