I write in my sleep. No, really. Does anyone else do this I wonder? I’m certain they do. I’ve done this since high school. I should keep a notebook and a pencil at bedside, but I don’t. I usually think that my idea is brilliant enough that I will remember it, but this is rarely the case. When will I ever learn my lesson? I got lucky in the past day and a half and had something to scribble on as I faded in and out of that realm between asleep and awake, where I’m barely conscious enough to have rational though…

I’m a horrible graduate student, I must admit. I don’t keep up with my readings. I just can’t force myself to read all of something, sometimes even any of something, when it doesn’t hold my interest. I desperately need to overcome this because it creates huge gaps in my education that I might need! I’m sure it already has. I must have read fewer book than any person holding a BA in English. The real problem is that I’m a snob. I don’t even like reading trashy genre fiction (despite a former affinity for the Twilight series… I’m ashamed. very ashamed).

Right now I’m working on a short essay on the “new woman” of 1890s literature. It’s a topic that I actually find very interesting and would love to expand upon it, but the resources at my library are sorely, sorely lacking. I could get stuff on interlibrary loan, something I’ve never done before, but I really am not prepared to go through with that hassle just yet. Besides, with the amount of work I have to do within the next few weeks… I just don’t know. I need to write two papers this weekend and begin preparing for a group project.

I really had no goal with this little bloglet. I suppose I could express my disdain for group projects, but that is something that everyone shares, so why bother adding my vitriol?

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