October 22nd, 2007

happy girl

sick and tired of my essay.

I have 700 words to cut.

I am fucking dying.

And I added a footnote in the middle of the essay which upsets the orderings of the footnotes subsequent to it so I'll have to redo my citations AGAIN after I'm done cutting those 700 words. And I say redo again because I've already redone my citations once.

I HATE THIS. Help.

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In order to entertain myself and keep myself from spontaneously combusting, I shall provide random updates of my progress in my quest to reduce my word count to meet the bloody 3000 word limit.

2.48 a.m.: 358 more words to cut.

2.49 a.m.: 354 more words to cut.

2.50 a.m.: 529 more words to cut.

?! Amazing. My dyslexia when it comes to numbers (entirely self-diagnosed) has worked its magic again. The 2.48 a.m. word count is supposed to be 538; I know this because it is stated in my MSN byline. I amaze myself. Why am I wasting time doing this. I want to SLEEP.

2.54 a.m.: 527 more words to cut. I am DYING.

2.56 a.m.: 523 more words to cut. OMG.

2.57 a.m.: 509 more words to cut.

3.00 a.m.: 508 more words to cut after adding in some.

3.03 a.m.: 495 more words to cut.

3.05 a.m.: 493 more words to cut. This is really a fucking painful process.

3.10 a.m.: Took short break by going to the toilet. Back to cutting.

3.12 a.m.: 489 more words to cut. DYING.

3.14 a.m.: 485 more words to cut.

3.17 a.m.: 467 more words to cut. I just deleted one entire sentence and it was a thesis statement.

3.18 a.m.: 477 more words to cut. I added the sentence back because the paragraph was out of nowhere without it.

3.22 a.m.: 445 more words to cut. My head hurts. A lot. As does my neck.

3.24 a.m.: 435 more words to cut. I really wanna sleep.

3.25 a.m.: 391 more words to cut. I really, REALLY wanna sleep.

3.30 a.m.: 381 more words to cut. As I said to Rui on MSN, ARHGGHGER TEAUITNYAII4 UQVIUQ YQFUCKKKKKK.


3.32 a.m.: 379 more words to cut. I am crying inside.

3.35 a.m.: Just had the following exchange with Rui:


rui and her nemo farts says:

ITS ME ME ME

rui and her nemo farts says:

MY ARGUMENT

rui shan and her nemo farts says:

da bian

Me - Eaten alive by nemo dat. says:

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH

Me - Eaten alive by nemo dat. says:

niao niao

Me - Eaten alive by nemo dat. says:

wtf

Me - Eaten alive by nemo dat. says:

ignore me

Me - Eaten alive by nemo dat. says:

im delirious

rui and her nemo farts says:

HAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHA

rui and her nemo farts says:

NIAO NIAO

Me - Eaten alive by nemo dat. says:

im laughing to myself

Me - Eaten alive by nemo dat. says:

SHIT

rui and her nemo farts says:

HAHAHAHAHHAA

HAHAHAHAHAHA

rui and her nemo farts says:

im extremely tickled

Me - Eaten alive by nemo dat. says:

STOP IT

rui and her nemo farts says:

HAHAHAHA

NIAO NIAO

rui and her nemo farts says:

WO SHI YI ZHI XIAO XIAO XIAO XIAO NIAOOOOOOOOO


I can't survive this torturous night without her!

3.32 a.m.: 366 more words to cut.

3.43 a.m.: 359 more words to cut.

3.45 a.m.: 343 more words to cut.

3.46 a.m.: 243 more words to cut. I just deleted an entire argument. It was the third argument I deleted in the interest of bringing down the fucking word count.

3.49 a.m.: 219 more words to cut. Helppppp.

3.51 a.m.: 214 more words to cut. =( <-- Because I have no words to describe how sad I am.

3.53 a.m.: 194 more words to cut.

3.58 a.m.: 143 more words to cut. VERY TEMPTED to scrape the entire seller in possession segment. It is poorly argued and plain SHITTY. But if I do scrape it, I would have a grand total of two points: duty of care and consent of owner in giving possession to mercantile agent. ARGH.

4.00 a.m.: Very happy to hear the sound of the rain. I feel rather comforted.

4.04 a.m.: 130 more words to cut. My dad just woke up. He's two hours late!

4.08 a.m.: I'm laughing uncontrollably at virtually everything Rui's saying on MSN. I think I'm delirious.

4.11 a.m.: 117 more words to cut. MARGHHHHD GH! <-- Sound of utter distress and pain.

4.13 a.m.: 104 more words to cut. Need a toilet break.

4.16 a.m.: 93 more words to cut. Haven't gone for toilet break.

4.18 a.m.: 70 more words to cut. I just deleted a very nice quote. It was very nice and very irrelevant. Sigh!

4.19 a.m.: 64 more words to cut. The end is near!

4.20 a.m.: Oh wait, I still have to re-do my STUPID footnotes after I get the word count down to 3000. ARGH.

4.26 a.m.: 62 more words to cut. Very very sleepy now.

4.29 a.m.: 45 more words to cut. I WANT TO SLEEP.

4.32 a.m.: 28 more words to cut!

4.37 a.m.: 19 more!

4.38 a.m.: 12 more!!

4.39 a.m.: OMG 6 MORE!!!

4.41 a.m.: ONE MORE!!!!

4.41 a.m.: THREE THOUSAND WORDS. DONE!!!!!!

Okay, time to edit footnotes.

4.57 a.m.: DONE!!!!

Time to do cover page.

5.04 a.m.: Done. The whole damn shit is done. I am going to bed. FINALLY OMG. SO DAMN SLEEPY I COULD TOTALLY DIE RIGHT NOW. BED. NOW. NOW.

happy girl

a bit of an aftermath.

As can be seen from the previous entry, I'm not very coherent at 5 in the morning. Not even when I'm subsisting on pretty much nothing but caffeine, a vile habit which I'm sure will come back one day to bite me in the ass.</p>

I just woke up from what was supposed to be a short afternoon nap that I took at 4.30 p.m. I went to bed at 5.30, probably fell asleep at 6, and woke up 3 hours later for class. I was cranky in school - so cranky, in fact, that when I couldn't find my paper in the printing room I was all, "Where the fuck is my fucking paper? Where the fuck is it ah?" Which shocked a few individuals around me, and for that I must say that I'm terribly sorry. But hey, lesson learned: Don't come near me when I've had three hours of sleep because I spent two hours of my precious sleep cutting out words from my essay. All the time put into writing those paragraphs and sentences that eventually ended up on the cutting room floor - it's utterly painful, I tell you. The 'reduce word count' part of writing a paper is, hands down, the most excruciating, my least favourite.

I just had dinner. At TEN THIRTY P.M. Oh the horrors.

Prior to this morning when I left the house for Personal Property lecture I hadn't stepped out of the house since Thursday. Friday, Saturday and Sunday were wholly spent at home, 90% of the time in my room, at my table, staring at my laptop. I wouldn't have survived if it weren't for MSN, my sole contact with the outside world, and fellow sufferers on MSN who made me laugh hysterically in wee hours of the morning. See, for instance, the conversation I had with Rui posted in the previous entry, as well as the following:

Me:
i'm dyingggg
Jolie:
don't die don't die
its not worth it
tehy won't feel remosreful even if u die
Me:
HAHAHAHAHAHAAH
i'm going to blog what you said :P
it's hilariousssssssss
Jolie:
hahaha its true wat!
u'd serve no purpose by dying, at least if he feels remorse you'd be like a matyr or sth
now u'll just be dying for nothing

Despite the utter hell that the weekend was, re-reading and re-reading cases and articles and pulling my hair out over my non-existent arguments and non-existent thesis and moving around chunks in my essay and trawling Westlaw for new cases and reading those new cases and finding things that were directly on point at 1 a.m. 22 October Monday and attempting to fit those new things into the essay when I really didn't have to because they didn't say anything new but I did anyway, I've never felt happier doing an assignment. Not because I wuv Persprop weary much, but because of my fellow sufferers and those moments of commiseration and whining and bitching to each other over MSN.

I have a term paper for Emergencies due November 12/13 and I'm quite sad that I'd be doing it all alone. Sigh.

Anyway, despite feeling like I'd been hit by a truck over and over, I followed my friends to Wine Company where we had a very yummy lunch of spinach pizza and a sausage platter (them). Rui, Mag, Chloe, Audrey, and Daniel(le) who refused to participate in the 'whoever draws the smallest card eats the last remaining slice of pizza' exercise we had when everyone was super full and couldn't eat anymore. In the end Rui drew the smallest and made Mag and I eat a piece each from that slice.

And Rui was doing funny things in the toilet at Wine Co. which had the four of us laughing hysterically, especially after Chloe said what she said about yeast in the fridge/freezer. HAHAHAHA.

I would've gone to town with Mag and Daniel(le) if I weren't so incredibly sleepy.

I love my friends.

I have a shitload of work to do, especially for Evidence which I've been slacking off for the entire semester, and it's 8 credits, so it means I'm screwed. Brilliant, really. And part of me still can't believe that I banked four whole credits on one 4000-word paper. What was I thinking?

I have too many active Scrabulous games. I'm rather sick of it now, when I have some spare time to play; but when I had an assignment to do, I couldn't stop playing. The ironies of life.

Still pretty groggy even though it's 11.33. It's a strange feeling, waking up at 10 p.m. and feeling like the entire day had just passed you by even though you were just in school in the morning, just at Wine Company over lunch. It's been a very disorienting day.

Need to get started on work proper tomorrow.