So I think I'm turning off the computer now. I'll get in bed and continue fleshing out the outline (I'm impressed, I'm putting each piece of information where I want it and quoting some bits in case I feel like quoting). Want to have the computer off so I can just fall asleep on my outline--have my alarm on--and it'll be good.
10 a.m. wake up. That's really not bad at all.
First and second paragraph (well "topic" really) outlined. I'm really kinda excited now.
Why can't I realize before the day it's due that I actually will find a paper exciting? If I just cut out the procrastination step, my life would be so much easier.
I DO like researching and writing! I just don't like the stress--yet it's self-created!
Woke up at ten and have spent this time waking up. I've learned from Regular School (when I wake up early to do homework) that it's best to give myself some time to wake up. I would think that's especially true when I know that the minute I go to sit down and work on this, I won't be coming up to breathe for a while.
Gonna knock out the Serious Outline.
Then the rough draft should be basically a painting of skin over that.
The editing and revising will be perfecting the air, eyes, and all that lovely important stuff.
So I wrote the rough draft and did the works cited page and went to class. Couldn't find my shoes so I wore slippies!
P. Crowley answered my questions and said it was fine if I passed in the paper later today.
Wrote Snoopy a note during a lot of class 'cause it's stuff I can teach myself and it's easy. Watched the movie and grinned like a dork.
Picture people came in and had Jean, Grace, and Crowley pose as if she were teaching them something about the microscope in front of them. And then about a weird like fetal lizard in a jar or something. It was hilarrrrious.
After class I asked her one more question and went outside.
It was so beautiful I stuck around and texted Snoopy and then she called me and I was like, "WTF world end? She's working!" but she was on break and asking me if we could afford to give her friend a ride tomorrow so it wouldn't interfere with clubbing.
Then I just sat outside in the peaceful sun-goodybe time and watched the trees. I sang. Some boys in the top floor kept looking out the window at me, and I would look up and tilt my head and wonder what they were thinking. Then I went back to singing and watching trees and smiling.
After a class let out I walked to the car coincidentally right after Crowley had. I was putting stuff in my car when she pulled out, but then she pulled back around to talk to me. I looked up and smiled.
"You gonna be OK? Don't want to have to worry about you," she said, referring to the fact that I had almost fallen asleep standing up. I smiled wider and told her not to worry, I would be fine. We discussed pregnancy and heat, wished each other well, and she set off. I went home.
Hung around with Mum and Unk. Discussed butch girls and how butch girls keep hitting on me but I'm a ladies girl.
Have done my internet stuff so now I'm going to go do the in-paper citations (AKA replace the numbers I used corresponding with sources into proper citations) edit it and send it off.