Procrastination Is the Name of the Game

I've been sitting here since 10 AM.

I called out of work this morning to work on a paper that I have due tomorrow. 10 pages. 10 freakin' long pages. Technically, it's 10 to 12 pages but I plan on doing no more than the bare minimum...down to the very line. I haven't written a 10 page paper since I've been in college. That's a lot of pages. 5-7 pages...alright, that's acceptable. Why 10? Just to be mean? Come on now. Let's smarten up, Professor H. You know that you're not really going to read the whole thing. I mean, honestly.

Typically I'd be pretty satisfied with myself. I've been writing for 4 hours now and I'm nearly done with my fifth page. However, that brings me little comfort knowing that I'm only have way done. HALF WAY. That means MINIMUM 4 more hours of work. Slaving over this 3,000 page book (no joke) writing about Romantic literature and the state of mankind. Just what I wanted to spend my day doing.

I really would give so much to just be done with this English degree. I hate it. I hate it ten times more than I hate pickles, Jennifer Love Hewitt, and waking up early combined. Ten times. I should have changed my major freshman year but my mom talked me out of it. Hmm... interesting. 

I think that if I have to do one more internal citation or talk about William Wordsworth for another sentence, I'm going to start breaking stuff.

On the other hand, I did get invited to join the "Lambda Iota Tau" English honors society. Apparently I qualify to be knighted because I am so good at laughing my way through this English degree. That's depressing. It's so easy but yet so draining and time consuming.