So, part of my motivation in starting this blog was to give myself a creative outlet while paper-writing so I wouldn't unleash too much frustration on twitter... so here goes.  (And, to note, I started this post a week before actually publishing it... But of course, I am once again working on a paper).

$&%(*#$!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nope, no cessation of frustration... (but I should probably note that I went back to my paper for a little while after writing this bit)

...I'm too tired for this. Why in the world I thought I could write philosophy at 6 and 6:30 in the morning is beyond me. Oh, wait, I've gone and made a habit of it. Damn. Where's my caffeine?

Definitely not going to have time to finish this before work. 6:45 already. My alarm went off an hour ago (why hasn't the caffeine kicked in yet?). Still at under a page on the essay front. Oops.

Still no caffeine effect yet. Maybe I just didn't sleep enough for my normal amounts to work properly... stupid overactive brain keeping me awake all hours of the night. I am most definitely not as awake as I should be after coffee and being up for an hour and a half. Crap. Today will be a long day.

BLEH

I just want to go take a long nap. Like, 2 or 3 hours. Instead I'm headed to work in 15 minutes or so. And then to class (the class I absolutely despise. Man, is she gonna get an earful in that IDEA evaluation form...). But then to coffee with an old friend I haven't seen for a long time... YEAH! But that means less time to finish this paper before one. Again, oops.

(an hour later at work) STROKE OF GENIUS.  What, may you ask, is this masterful idea?  Write the critique part of the paper at work instead of doing my usual internet surfing.  Score.  Paper done without having to sacrifice coffee/lunch.

...And one week later, I am once again struggling with a philosophy paper.  I think I write more easily when I disagree with the topic.  At the moment I am struggling mightily to use what few braincells I have left to talk about the notion of validity in art and literature interpretation.  <--I know, right?  Sometimes I think I'm crazy for being a philosophy major too.  Maybe I should actually start writing and stop blogging...

To begin

It occurred to me recently that it might be nice to have a place to use my excess verbal energy (this is my favorite new phrase--I like to think it's a rather accurate description of my particular brand of paper-writing ADD). I've gotten into the bad habit of using twitter for this, which results in about seven tweets in two hours when frustrated with and procrastinating on paper writing. So in deference to all five people who read my twitter feed, I thought I'd give myself a slightly larger and less-read space to rant (most likely reserved for my frustration while writing business papers). And ramble (I will once again have a painfully boring job this summer). And ruminate on occasion (I am a philosophy major after all... I need to work on ways to completely lose intro students in deep, complex philosophical wanderings!). But in any case, don't expect anything too deep. Oh, and anything's game--expect a little philosophy, a dash of fashion, a hint of nonsensical streamofconsciousness wanderings, and maybe a dab of the inspired (not likely).

So in any case, forgive me my obsessive use of parenthesis, ellipses, and THE DASH (thank you, Ms. Sprague). Hopefully I can amuse you a little. At any rate, at least my excess verbal energy is safely dispersed!