Sunday, February 10th, 2002
So, I took another lame-ass quiz. But this one was actually kind of fun!
Which Travis Member Are You?
I am Fran! I rock so terribly much! Sorry, this is just very exciting. But now I feel bad for not having called my mum in two weeks. Oh. My only consolation is that I'm just so damned cute. Personally, though, I feel more like an Andy. But who am I to argue with the Test Gods?
Today, I also went for brunch with Geoff, Lindsay, Tiff and her friend Dave at The Epicure. Love The Epicure. Love these kids. Had so much food, so much fun. Feel very, very contented right now. I'm so glad that I'll be living with those girls next year. They're just so nice and fun. I'm happy.
Tonight may end up being another don't-sleep-at-all night, because I have a 1000 word Film essay due at 11:30 tomorrow. Which I could easily do, were it not for the fact that I emphatically don't want to work. So let's make this a log of my essay progress, shall we?
9:00pm Just got back from Geoff's res, where I watched The Simpsons, which I had been told was about a trip to Toronto. It was not. I bought a sandwich, some chocolate milk and a box of cookies on my way back. I think the people working at Subway are on drugs. Word count: zero. Don't even have a thesis.
9:45pm Thinking...
10:10pm Thinking real hard.
10:15pm Have stopped thinking. Am now dancing in my chair to Ryan Adams' New York New York. Feel like a cowboy.
10:26pm Now I'm bobbing up and down to I Am The Cancer. I'm never going to get this thing done. Dammit.
10:53pm I am now reading articles. Hallelujah.
11:42pm Shit, how did it get so late? No matter, I am so alright with an all-nighter.
12:25pm I am so organized.
1:17am Hm... It's getting kind of late... How is it that I have nothing written yet?
1:52am Have set a 3:00 deadline for starting to write. Am collecting quotes and jamming to a newly-acquired Thriller mp3. Good gravy, I love this song. My mum tells me that we used to have this on tape when I was little, and when this song would come on it the car, my feet would bounce all over. Now I remember why. This song is so much fun.
3:03am Dammit. First deadline - missed.
4:10am Getting into the writing groove. Have got some quotes written down, and am trying to fit my argument around them. Stupid bloody requirements...
5:47am About to kill myself. I fucking hate essays. 800 words to go. I'm having caffein-induced stomach pains. Or maybe it's from my nerves.
7:42am Fuck.
11:01am Done and done. And with 29 minutes to spare! My goodness gracious, I rock so mighty!
Take it from me, kids. Don't try this at home. You want to leave this sort fo thing to the experts. Like me!
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