An entry in which we run through the gamut of person marking, except for 1st and 2nd plural but oh! in the title we use 1st plural, so there, I'm sure y'all are happy! Oh, my, what a triumph! What a sparkling display of geniosity!
Saturday, Dec. 09, 2006 - 13:48

She puts away all thoughts of anything and anyone and secrets herself away in the bowels of the library, books, coffee, laptop surrounding her. So studious, the gods say, nodding approvingly. Oh! but through her headphones come sad sad sounds, Iron & Wine and Calexico singing about tragic love - love is alcohol and a broken condom!, and look closer to see what she is typing: it is NOT her Old English paper! It is NOT her OT paper! It is NOT her interlinearization! It is none of these! It is more of that crap she's been writing for years!

Someone needs to delete her sentimental mp3s and give her some, eh, I don't know, Pantera? Oh but she could cry about that too. Remember how she cried when Dimebag Darrell got killed, remember how she cried even though she didn't even know anything about him?

So okay, maybe not Pantera, maybe some nice trancey electronica. She has Lemon Jelly - but no! "Nice Day For Ducks" - she could cry about that.

The girl needs someone to thump her on the head. She needs to stop writing about herself in the third person (luckily she seems to have stopped addressing herself in the second person months back... that, yes, that is a good thing indeed) (what I mean is, it is a good thing she doesn't need to do that anymore... those were dark days) (not that these aren't, even though it is blazingly sunny and bright outside) (again, frosty and sunny, and I took my camera to school and took some pictures, Polaroid!). She needs to stop writing this crap, she needs to snap out of it, at least for a week, just for a week.

YOU... ahem, I mean... SHE ONLY HAS A WEEK TO GET EVERYTHING DONE, AND SHE HASN'T REALLY EVEN STARTED THEM. She needs to concentrate but how will that happen? Is it too late already? The gods frown and shake their heads. Poor stupid girl, they say, always sabotaging herself. When will those silly people learn that they are their own biggest obstacles, the gods say.

Dumb-dumb, stop typing and get to work and seriously, put on some thumpy music.

Argh, seriously, I self-sabotage.