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At Least I'm Doing SOME Kind of Writing

Tomorrow at 11:30am, my first big paper as an English major is due. It's for my Theories and Techniques of Literary Study class. (It's as boring as it sounds!) For our midterm paper, we have to pick one of the literary works that we read already and analyze it using two different theoretical approaches. I've known about this paper all semester and I knew it would be due the first day back from Spring Break. But here I am, 9:32pm on Sunday night, and I haven't written a damn thing.

I don't know why I continue to do this to myself. I have no urge to write this paper. This class is just so boring! But it's a prerequisite so I have to take it. This paper isn't difficult. It's only five pages which seems like nothing compared to the sixteen pages I've written for my Cleon fic I'm working on. It's just the act of writing it that makes me what to rip my hair out.

I'm so close to just saying fuck it. But this paper is worth 20% of my final grade and seeing as I'm already on academic probation because of the clusterfuck that was last semester, I can't afford to do poorly. Unless I actually want to be kicked out of UCF. But with the likelihood of being terminated at work hanging over my head, I can't lose my education as well. I may or may not be freaking out inside.

I know I should just suck it up and get cracking on this paper. Complaining never did anyone any good. I'm just not sure where to start since I haven't exactly been paying attention in class. And to add irony to the situation, this is a line from the book I'd rather be reading instead of writing this stupid paper. It's from Cecily von Ziegesar's "It Girl: Notorious".

"As exciting as it was to travel the world with her parents, there was something reassuring about being back on Waverly turf, back where she knew how to spin teachers and toss off A papers on Nathaniel Hawthorne in under an hour and where the food wasn't so exotic it bordered on inedible."

The literary work that I'm choosing to write about is Nathaniel Hawthorne's "Young Goodman Brown". What are the odds the book I was reading to procrastinate writing my paper mentioned the very thing I was avoiding. Shit, I wish I could write this paper in an hour. I foresee a long night ahead of me. :(

Okay, enough dicking around. I'm going to use the bathroom (since I drank three bottles of water to cure this stupid headache that came out of nowhere) and then get cracking on this stupid thing. Maybe this will teach me to stop putting my assignments off until the night they are due. But I doubt it.

Everyone else is doing it, why not me!

Behold... My Future
  I will marry AC Mallet.  
  After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in New York in our fabulous Mansion.  
  We will have 3 kid(s) together.  
  Our family will zoom around in a red Jeep.
  I will spend my days as a Interior Designer, and live happily ever after.  
whats your future