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Mood: Wired
Song: Dreaming of Fiji - Truman Show Soundtrack
Units of Caffeine: 7
Days Until Graduation: 43
Wow. It's November. Five years ago yesterday, I moved to Texas. Ten years ago this Thanksgiving, I met K. One month from this past Tuesday, my graduate projects will be due. Gah! I finally started writing today. I know what you're asking: "What have you been doing all this time?" Well, I haven't been sitting on my ass. My notes are gathered and I put them in order, yes. But then comes the introduction.
How do you start? How does one start anything? I have no problem once the momentum is there, but getting started is the thing. This is usually why my first paragraph or two of papers suck ass, but the rest of the test is pretty good. So, I began this monster task a few days ago by jotting thoughts on paper; words, paragraphs, fragments, segments, bits of genius, lengths of crap, etc... Nothing was coming together - it just looked like a really rough patchquilt of everything I had been doing for the past eleven months and none of it made any sense. So, I finally decided to start this thing as I start every bit of writing I had ever done and just start writing. Oh, sure, I know it's crap; I'm positive I'm going to go back and change all of it - But I've got to start somewhere. And so I've started. It's pretty funny: I haven't even begun to scratch the surface and already my paper is loger than that of a former grad student in my department who graduated last year. Her final paper, along with her project was a whopping four pages long! I think it would be a real challenge for me to keep my paper at four pages and explain everything!
So, after working on the thing for about five hours today, I've decided to take a breather and blog. As, I've said, it's November. So, does someone want to explain to me why my city is in a Red Flag warning??? It's freaking November!! It should be cold! It should be nippy! But no, right now I'm sweating in my office and there's a chance of wildfires!
WTF?
Song: Dreaming of Fiji - Truman Show Soundtrack
Units of Caffeine: 7
Days Until Graduation: 43
Wow. It's November. Five years ago yesterday, I moved to Texas. Ten years ago this Thanksgiving, I met K. One month from this past Tuesday, my graduate projects will be due. Gah! I finally started writing today. I know what you're asking: "What have you been doing all this time?" Well, I haven't been sitting on my ass. My notes are gathered and I put them in order, yes. But then comes the introduction.
How do you start? How does one start anything? I have no problem once the momentum is there, but getting started is the thing. This is usually why my first paragraph or two of papers suck ass, but the rest of the test is pretty good. So, I began this monster task a few days ago by jotting thoughts on paper; words, paragraphs, fragments, segments, bits of genius, lengths of crap, etc... Nothing was coming together - it just looked like a really rough patchquilt of everything I had been doing for the past eleven months and none of it made any sense. So, I finally decided to start this thing as I start every bit of writing I had ever done and just start writing. Oh, sure, I know it's crap; I'm positive I'm going to go back and change all of it - But I've got to start somewhere. And so I've started. It's pretty funny: I haven't even begun to scratch the surface and already my paper is loger than that of a former grad student in my department who graduated last year. Her final paper, along with her project was a whopping four pages long! I think it would be a real challenge for me to keep my paper at four pages and explain everything!
So, after working on the thing for about five hours today, I've decided to take a breather and blog. As, I've said, it's November. So, does someone want to explain to me why my city is in a Red Flag warning??? It's freaking November!! It should be cold! It should be nippy! But no, right now I'm sweating in my office and there's a chance of wildfires!
WTF?
posted by Dr. Dexter at 3:13 PM
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