Save Me From the Cold

I came across this while reading my minor backlog of papers…

Pearls Before Swine – 11/28/2007

I just realized that my last post was my 100th post! Wow! And now I have 101! Just like the dalmations! And I obviously need sleep! Yey!

I was checking my email today, and, as I use the fantabulous Gmail, there were ads on the side that supposedly related to the email I was reading. Now, the email I was reading was a note from a student for whose class I am a Writing Fellow, meaning I have been assigned to her class to help the class write their papers. She was scheduling a time to meet with me about her paper on Nietzsche and Gandhi.

Yes, I am totally and utterly and completely addicted to the internet. This might be bad…

How did I finally come to this realization, you ask? Well, I shall tell you. It’s quite simple, actually. It’s not the fact that my roomates have commented on my internet usage. It’s not the fact that el boyo has pointed out that I might want to tone down my internet usage. It’s not the fact that I am able to, completely unintentionally, waste almost 2 hours on the internet when I am supposed to be writing a paper. It’s not one of a multitude of other small observations.

No, the tipping point is the fact that every single time I pick up my computer, the very first thing I do in click on the icon for Internet Explorer. I am currently on vacation, and my computer is not connected to the internet, so I’ve been borrowing another computer that actually lives in this house, and thus actually connects to the internet. However, the instant I pick up my computer, I open up a browser window, even though I know that I have no internet connection. This also happened on the train ride here, when there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I had internet.

So there you have it: I am addicted to the internet. And I’m not planning on doing anything about it anytime soon!

I have 2 essays due on Monday. And absolutely zero motivation/concentration right now. Which, obviously, is not a good position to be in. I really don’t want to be heading back to campus tomorrow without having written at least one. So I’m planning on doing the shorter, 4-5 page, one. But I had that plan days ago. And look where I am now: nothing written, still complaining about having to write it. I am such a terrible student sometimes. Well, lots of times. And of course, the worse thing is that both essay topics interest me. And I still can’t get started. I think I’m just overwhelmed. But of course, I can start writing about my life in a stream-of-conscience format and kick out a good 3000 words in no time. But when it comes to sounding intelligent about something, I can’t do it.

The real problem is that I simply care too much. If I don’t really care about who my reader is, and am comfortable writing about whatever and knowing that the reader will enjoy it no matter what, then I’m fine. But as soon as I start caring about what my reader will think, as soon as I start caring about the grade that will be attached permanently to my writing, all writing ability flies out the window. Like I said, I’m a terrible student, at least when it comes to producing something…

This is an absolutely amazing invention from MIT! Check it out:

I was just told that I only use 3 fingers when I type, except of course for using my thumbs for the space bar and my right pinky finger for hitting enter. Do you know how awkward it is to have someone watching you type? I got very self-concious and couldn’t type for a few minutes, until he turned around. I’m sorry I don’t type properly, but at least I don’t hunt-and-peck with just my index fingers! I think I type just fine and dandy, thankyouverymuch! I mean, my way is obviously effective, since you are currently reading this….