1200 down, ~1800 to go

Well, I had a thesis, but it decided to go play thesis-in-a-haystack, so now I have 1243 words of plot summary, essentially, with nary a point to make in sight.

I think I've forgotten how to write papers, y'all. Seriously. This is really, really bad, 'cause I still want to take at least one more essay-writing English class next year, the Jazz Age class with my advisor, second or third in line to the "hardest grader in the department" throne. Although more and more I'm leaning towards rowdycamels's plan of not taking any more lit. classes...since I've fulfilled all my requirements in the English department anyway, and actually need to take a few more classes outside my major to graduate...hmmm.

In other news, Phling is Saturday, and they're doing "A Night at Gatsby's" for the theme, and I'm missing it. My pet decade of the 20th century, and I'm not there. Argh. Kenyon/Exeter folks should have a mini-Phling here, or something. Yeah.

In other other news, my plan for the semester is to not spend the entirety of any weekend in Exeter unless I have a paper due the next week (so, three weekends out of the following twelve). Suggestions for day, overnight, and two-night trips would be welcome, although after making off with Ellen's guide to Great Britain, I'm going a little crazy with the choices. (There's apparently a small town in Wales that specializes in second-hand bookstores. We are so going there.)

Um...yeah. That's about it for my uberboring life at the moment. It should get more interesting soon, I hope...once this paper's over, anyway. At any rate, I have scenic Exeter and Nashville pictures to post that I haven't gotten around to for the past month.

Is there a store where I can buy some motivation?

1900-ish words on the essay, but I haven't really said a whole lot. And I don't want to finish it. I want to crawl into a hole and not come out until June.

I think I may have offically reached the "burnt out with school" part of my higher-education career. Any vague thoughts I ever had of grad school are in the process of dying quick and silent deaths.

In addition to just being burnt out on academics, I'm really missing taking classes besides English right at this moment. If one of the two essays coming up in a few more weeks was just a history essay, or an anthro essay, or something, March 18th wouldn't look so depressing. Heck, I'm starting to miss tests. Oh, yes. What I wouldn't give for a Bio test right now, man. And to think in freshman year I was looking forward to taking all English classes--what was I thinking? Never shall I whine about distribution requirements again. (Well, there's the fact that I got all mine done last year, except for a quarter-credit of choir. Details, details.)

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Found out this evening from a girl in my flat that Cornwall is actually pretty difficult to get around without a car, especially if one wants to go to Land's End, and also that my mom's suggestion of the Isles of Scilly would be far beyond our limited budget. I see a third of our spring break plans disentigrating before my eyes. *sigh* Oh well; we have a week to really firm up our plans before we need to start ordering plane tickets and booking hostel/hotel rooms and stuff.

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Quote from laserhead: "Well, along with the rest of Kenyon, I have lost the ability to spell. Which means, of course, that it is Phling this weekend."

It may be the lateness of the hour, but I'm cracking up at that. *cackles* Our collective Phebruary illiteracy is always good for a laugh.