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Nov. 29th, 2006 03:23 pmSo, I am currently writing an essay on King John. Now that I have got down to the nitty-gritty of history - i.e. dates and stuff - I have ground to a resounding halt. The last words I wrote were "The baronial rebellion" and then I stopped because there is SO much to say, I'm not sure how to seperate it all up. Taxes! Justice! Afforestation! Angevin kingship in general! John's personality!
(I should point out that despite my writer's block, I am really, really enjoying this essay. I like this bit of history. It's good, really, as my last tutorial with HoboTutor in modern history consisted of the following exchange:
"... and next week, we'll be studying the American civil rights movement! I want you all to come with a question."
"I already have one. Will all the available sources, as for the rest of the course, be from nothing but the perspective of the Western white man?"
Even the medieval tutorial of death, where no one talks and any discussion is like blood out of a stone, is preferable to the entire second year modern history course.)
I have another 1000 words to write (minimum). I have also watched the new Harry Potter trailer, re-read a chapter of LOTR, read my flist, posted on The Sinner, checked my facebook, googled to check the dates, spent a lot of time reading up on random Shakespeare plays, and debated going back to bed because I am sleepy. This is ironic, because last night was one of the most restful nights I've had for a long time and I woke up feeling actually perky. Hurrah!
Also, I hit breaking point today, and have purchased Oust and a hideous lavender room freshener. I think I am turning into my mother and getting obsessive about cleanliness.
I was about to launch into a long discussion of how people seem to turn into their parents, but I really should do this essay. The little voice in my head saying "You have most of Thursday off! And all of Friday! And it's not due in until 4.30 om Friday!" is beguiling and tempting. I WILL FINISH AT LEAST HALF OF THIS BASTARD BY DAMN.
I am feeling a lot happier today, though. I think it's directly linked to my sleep. This is worrying, considering that this house is more like a six person dormitory than separate rooms, so if anyone decides to move around then bang goes my night's sleep. Buggar.
Okay! Baronial rebellion! Taxes, baby!
(I should point out that despite my writer's block, I am really, really enjoying this essay. I like this bit of history. It's good, really, as my last tutorial with HoboTutor in modern history consisted of the following exchange:
"... and next week, we'll be studying the American civil rights movement! I want you all to come with a question."
"I already have one. Will all the available sources, as for the rest of the course, be from nothing but the perspective of the Western white man?"
Even the medieval tutorial of death, where no one talks and any discussion is like blood out of a stone, is preferable to the entire second year modern history course.)
I have another 1000 words to write (minimum). I have also watched the new Harry Potter trailer, re-read a chapter of LOTR, read my flist, posted on The Sinner, checked my facebook, googled to check the dates, spent a lot of time reading up on random Shakespeare plays, and debated going back to bed because I am sleepy. This is ironic, because last night was one of the most restful nights I've had for a long time and I woke up feeling actually perky. Hurrah!
Also, I hit breaking point today, and have purchased Oust and a hideous lavender room freshener. I think I am turning into my mother and getting obsessive about cleanliness.
I was about to launch into a long discussion of how people seem to turn into their parents, but I really should do this essay. The little voice in my head saying "You have most of Thursday off! And all of Friday! And it's not due in until 4.30 om Friday!" is beguiling and tempting. I WILL FINISH AT LEAST HALF OF THIS BASTARD BY DAMN.
I am feeling a lot happier today, though. I think it's directly linked to my sleep. This is worrying, considering that this house is more like a six person dormitory than separate rooms, so if anyone decides to move around then bang goes my night's sleep. Buggar.
Okay! Baronial rebellion! Taxes, baby!
