College happens in the later hours

It's nine o'clock on the night of my first school-related all-nighter in awhile and I'm very curious as to how this is going to turn out. I'd berate myself for waiting until the very last minute to do my paper, but I get a reprieve for that by not technically having waited until the last minute due to having no idea when the last minute was. I predict I'll be finished with this baby sometime between two and three, but you never know when the need to watch Bunheads will become to powerful to resist, and blogging, which takes me much longer than it should for the schlock drafts that I dish out, will likely extend my time. Let's see how this goes, shall we?

For my first act of procrastination, I looked to see if the post I did yesterday had posted...it didn't. Luckily, it was still in my drafts. Okay, I'm getting to work now.

...I may be starting at 10...

Okay...the instructions for this paper are esssentially a "how to write a paper" tutorial...I am genuinely torn between half-assing a correctly formulaic paper and investing my time into a position I hold strongly. See, if he didn't make things so easy for us, maybe I would work harder...maybe not. I'm wondering now what grade I'll get if I forego the paper altogether.

I'm very alert and I feel like writing something, but not this paper.

I haven't actually done any of the writing yet, but I have officially resolved to attempt to write  decent paper, even though I'm annoyed with this formula.

I definitely should have stopped reading when I found a case I liked.

DUDE. He actually tells us almost word for word how to write the thesis. Like, the only difference between his sample version and my version is which case I'm addressing. Does he think none of us capable of original thought? Also, his format makes it really hard for me to say what I want to say. I may be BSing this paper after all...

Also, I may be here till four.

As annoyed as I am that I have a ways to go, I do believe I'm actually getting somewhere. There will be some BSing, but I'll do it with style.

And now I'm at the point where I know what I want to say, but I don't know how to say it and I feel like the more I try, the more like an idiot I sound. I am definitely not gettin out of here by two.

The vending machine is out of M&Ms

Dammit. I'm invested now and I'm stuck.

It is now 2:04. I am still here.

It is 2:46. I don't like my paper, but I turned it in. I blame his formula.