My "War and American Society" prof had better love me...

I spent about 8 hours writing the second half of a paper for that class today. I still have to find a thesis statement (oops!) and write a conclusion, then just edit it and put in my citations. Then I have to do the same thing for my Amistad paper, but at least 90% of my argument is already worked out on that one.

So to celebrate (mostly) finishing said paper, I decided to have a frosty bottle of Woodchuck Draft Cider. And then another. And then another. And now it's almost 1am, and I'm watching some terrible show about fads in the 70s and 80s on CNN Headline news. Egad.

(ok, after a few ciders, I'm strangely drawn to this bizare contraption... its a good thing my wallet is downstairs. Its a computer stand! And a book stand! And a music stand! YAY!)

So between now and the end of the semester I only have to finish my War paper, the Amistad paper, write a paper for my China class, and take two finals. Frak, I'm screwed.

I really should have gotten more accomplished yesterday at work, but my co-worker was watching the NFL draft with the volume up waaaaaaaaay loud. I spent the day re-reading old livejournal posts and reminiscing.

That led to re-loading my iPod with all kinds of music that reminded me of the past. I think it was spawned the the dream I had the other day. I stared with Owen, then added the Wrens, then all the Faith No More songs we'd shout at the top of our lungs, then Braid and then even some Dashboard Confessional (OMG DON'T LAUGH!) Maybe its the three ciders in my belly, but I'm not quite as sad as I was earlier today.

I didn't start working on my War paper till about 3, cause I had to go drive and sing along to said iPod. I drove all the way to Manassas to get green beans for dinner, then came the long way on Wellington road, ended up at 29, went east to the battlefield then made a u-turn and went down to Vint Hill before coming home.

I'm not really actually all that sure why I'm posting here at 1am, instead of doing something more sensible (like maybe, SLEEPING) except that for some reason I fell better. This afternoon I was dreadfully down, and now I'm happy. Maybe its the cider, maybe its the fuzzy black kitty in my lap. Who knows.

I did do an awful lot of slacking today though. I woke up around 8, and Mark was up already. We went to McDonalds for breakfast, and came back and watched last Friday's Battlestar Gallactica. It was a slow episode, but it was good. I still can't believe how fantastic that show is. One day I'll write a paper about using TV as a medium to make social commentary, and BSG will be a big part of the foundation of the argument. See also: M.A.S.H., Planet of the Apes (from the 60s, duh) and Jericho.

Ok, now it really is 1am, and I should be passing out. Enough is enough. I do believe I'll keep up this pattern though, I really need to post here more often. And (at least till the end of the semester) they'll all graded too! I have to keep a blog for my English class, so all my recent posts have been cross-posted there as well.

(and apparently having three bottles of cider makes a Benjamin hyper-link-happy)