Logistically, it doesn't make sense. Our semesters here are only 14 weeks and I was out of school for 5 months before I started in April. My schedule is not too bad. I'm pretty well on top of things for finals. But at this moment, I am feeling the weight of laziness bearing down with wrath upon me and I can't seem to stop it.
Maybe it's burnout from writing dozens of papers in the last few weeks (with 6 still left to write before next Thursday.) Maybe my brain is shutting down from trying to study Portuguese, memorizing Spanish phrases for my Spanish Lit. final and taking Russian lessons from my Ruskee roommate in order to impress Ben in my emails to him. Maybe it's just a product of knowing that I'll be DONE WITH COLLEGE in exactly one week.
All I know is that I played Spider Solitaire for two hours this morning. I wish I was exaggerating that number. Time goes quickly when you're completely wasting it. I have an awards banquet at 3, class at 4:30, I'm going to HP #6 (woot!) at 6, watching So You Think You Can Dance at 8 (although I might miss it, I think Potter is long) and going on a date at 8:45.
Which means that I should be writing papers right now. But I can't. I just can't. I physically can't. I can't think of another word to write about JetBlue's public relations or Maslow's hierarchy of needs or the development of interpersonal relationships in an online forum. I no longer care to write a 10-page analysis on market segmentation, a subject that has been endlessly fascinating to me all semester up until this week. I don't want to memorize all the keyboard shortcuts for Final Cut Express. I don't want to do case research on how Dunkin Donuts can use social networking in its marketing. I DON'T CARE ANY MORE.
Negative Nancy? Yes, I am, for today. But I've really got to buckle down and do something, because I'm running out of options at this computer. I've cleaned out my email inboxes, photoshopped a bunch of pictures, watched video recaps of last night's SYTYCD. Luckily this computer doesn't have Solitaire in any of its many paralyzing forms. But really, I'm shutting down. If somebody would like to help me, please call and say something motivating. Please. For the love. For the degree.
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You can do it, Lassie. Just try, try, try. It's nearly over. you're almost there. There is alight at the end of the tunnel. Hard work pays off. blah blah blah
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