further endeavors to not write my paper
May. 10th, 2002 04:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempI find myself surfing around LJ and seeing all these people listing their playlists while they write, etc, and they're always so cool. I mean, I look at mine and it's basically:
DMX: Up In Here
Eminem: The Real Slim Shady
Elton John: Rocketman
Elton John: Your Song
Elton John: Tiny Dancer
Elton John: Crocodile Rock
James Taylor: Fire and Rain
Stevie Wonder: Signed, Sealed, Delivered
and then a bunch of other stuff but these are the songs I'll cycle through while I write until I get sick of them and decide to go back to Old Faithful NSYNC. I'd like to be cool, really. Or I'd at least like to have good taste in music. I don't think that'll be happening anytime soon, as I still count "Escape: The Pina Colada Song" among my all-time faves.
In that vein, I really really REALLY want that Touched By Love compilation CD that they advertise every eight minutes on Soapnet.
I cannot figure out why this paper is such a bitch to get done. I think it's the combination of the laziness that is a core aspect of my character, senioritis, and general vile feelings towards school. Trimesters are good in theory but in practice tend to suck ass, as all the other colleges are graduating, say, right now, and I've still got at least a month to go. Also, am just tired of being here and want a break. Twenty-two weeks of school with one one-week break can be annoying, and my spring break wasn't very breaky what with everything that was going on, and now I feel like I've been here FOREVER and am just sick and tired of it all.
Oh, bitch moan, moan bitch. Quit whining, self. Jam to Crocodile Rock and get to writing about the experiences of 19th century American women and the cult of true womanhood. Or something.
DMX: Up In Here
Eminem: The Real Slim Shady
Elton John: Rocketman
Elton John: Your Song
Elton John: Tiny Dancer
Elton John: Crocodile Rock
James Taylor: Fire and Rain
Stevie Wonder: Signed, Sealed, Delivered
and then a bunch of other stuff but these are the songs I'll cycle through while I write until I get sick of them and decide to go back to Old Faithful NSYNC. I'd like to be cool, really. Or I'd at least like to have good taste in music. I don't think that'll be happening anytime soon, as I still count "Escape: The Pina Colada Song" among my all-time faves.
In that vein, I really really REALLY want that Touched By Love compilation CD that they advertise every eight minutes on Soapnet.
I cannot figure out why this paper is such a bitch to get done. I think it's the combination of the laziness that is a core aspect of my character, senioritis, and general vile feelings towards school. Trimesters are good in theory but in practice tend to suck ass, as all the other colleges are graduating, say, right now, and I've still got at least a month to go. Also, am just tired of being here and want a break. Twenty-two weeks of school with one one-week break can be annoying, and my spring break wasn't very breaky what with everything that was going on, and now I feel like I've been here FOREVER and am just sick and tired of it all.
Oh, bitch moan, moan bitch. Quit whining, self. Jam to Crocodile Rock and get to writing about the experiences of 19th century American women and the cult of true womanhood. Or something.
