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수요일, 3월 16, 2005
ok. so here i am trying to finish up my essay, which i started waaaaaaaay to late, just for the record, and attempting to make amends. but no. instead of reparations, what do i do?

i find myself typing in blogger.com and making some valiant attempts at typing up a blogpost. but alas! the site is down, for some strange reason. no matter, i promptly open up notepad and start rattling on, in the hope that i'll save this post and maybe get round to putting it up when the site is working again.

whatever happened to trying to get that essay done on time?! as you can see, i have proven my own theory that i always end up procrastinating, blogwise, whenever i have an essay due. in this case, the essay is due in tomorrow, and i have only started writing the damn thing today. yes, today. today! i hope my parents don't read this because they will wonder: what has happened to their smily, hardworking girl of yesteryear? why has she been replaced with this creature of barbed comment and slovenly appearance? why is she rushing her work at the last minute?

i think it's the end-of-term bug. it has infiltrated every single pore of my being, in the view that it is a mere two days away, and right now i have turned on holiday mode prematurely. the fact that the weather is being all nice and sunny at the mo is NOT HELPING. all i want to do is go out and find a bunny rabbit and some kitty cats to play games with in the garden as i traipse down the cobbled path wearing my patent leather maryjanes and a ribbon in my hair as the dappled sunlight illuminates the green, green grass.

hard luck, the essay is still there, it does not go away. the 1300 words i still have left to write are doing a good job of weighing heavy on my conscience, and the sounds of desperate housewives on the telly downstairs are not helping me concentrate any better either. should i start drafting my resignation letter to the department now?

grr. arghhh. i wish the holidays were here. like, now.

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