Mouth sore.
Throat hurts.
Panic-stricken.
Shit. I have to revise the whole "Towards a Low Carbon Economy" essay TONIGHT. Thing is, I'm aiming for major revision because, heck, I wanna win. Because winning will levitate my dwindling self-esteem (as of now, my self-esteem is only 45% of my "ideal" esteem - this is uber low when compared to two months ago's 85%). And because winning will prove that I'm no two-hit wonder. Okay, okay, so maybe I am NOT a two-hit wonder. But seriously? Perfectionists like me are obsessed with winning. And also because winning will not dissappoint the English Department that I have grown to love with passion as intense as Disurbia's lead character's passion. (Disturbia disclaimers, references and allusions end here.)
The crappiest part is, well, sigh, I don't know the topic that much.
Unlike moral degeneration.
Unlike teachers.
Unlike racism.
Unlike philosophy.
Unlike humanity.
Unlike English Literature.
Unlike history.
Unlike academical intellect.
Those above are my fortes. But if you ask me about Chem, Physics, and whatever the hell, I stall. That's because I don't have THAT kind of mind - the kind that memorizes what Ternary Compounds are. The kind that memorizes the list of ions with their corresponding charges.
I'm the kind who reads the news, analyzes the news, digests the news and applies what I read, analyzed and digested into daily life. Yes, I'm a Rennaissance woman. I write, think, speak and sometimes, I even act.
I promote Democratic regulation, not hybrid cars.
I promote the $700 Billion bailout plan, not ethanol whatsoever
Okay, so maybe I promote hybrid cars ethanol. But still. Still. Still. Still. You get the point.
Worse, I can't bring myself to write something that I don't know much of. So do you know what that means? That means I have to thoroughly research about these carbon compounds whatsoever before I could totally revise the essay. And knowing myself to be addicted and obsessed with details, the research will definitely cost me a lot of time. 24 hours, even!
Another bad thing...
I have to do it all tonight.
Why?
Because tomorrow is MALL day. Srsly, I can't sacrifice mall day. It's too sacred.
Besides,
MY THROAT HURTS LIKE HELL!
Throat hurts.
Panic-stricken.
Shit. I have to revise the whole "Towards a Low Carbon Economy" essay TONIGHT. Thing is, I'm aiming for major revision because, heck, I wanna win. Because winning will levitate my dwindling self-esteem (as of now, my self-esteem is only 45% of my "ideal" esteem - this is uber low when compared to two months ago's 85%). And because winning will prove that I'm no two-hit wonder. Okay, okay, so maybe I am NOT a two-hit wonder. But seriously? Perfectionists like me are obsessed with winning. And also because winning will not dissappoint the English Department that I have grown to love with passion as intense as Disurbia's lead character's passion. (Disturbia disclaimers, references and allusions end here.)
The crappiest part is, well, sigh, I don't know the topic that much.
Unlike moral degeneration.
Unlike teachers.
Unlike racism.
Unlike philosophy.
Unlike humanity.
Unlike English Literature.
Unlike history.
Unlike academical intellect.
Those above are my fortes. But if you ask me about Chem, Physics, and whatever the hell, I stall. That's because I don't have THAT kind of mind - the kind that memorizes what Ternary Compounds are. The kind that memorizes the list of ions with their corresponding charges.
I'm the kind who reads the news, analyzes the news, digests the news and applies what I read, analyzed and digested into daily life. Yes, I'm a Rennaissance woman. I write, think, speak and sometimes, I even act.
I promote Democratic regulation, not hybrid cars.
I promote the $700 Billion bailout plan, not ethanol whatsoever
Okay, so maybe I promote hybrid cars ethanol. But still. Still. Still. Still. You get the point.
Worse, I can't bring myself to write something that I don't know much of. So do you know what that means? That means I have to thoroughly research about these carbon compounds whatsoever before I could totally revise the essay. And knowing myself to be addicted and obsessed with details, the research will definitely cost me a lot of time. 24 hours, even!
Another bad thing...
I have to do it all tonight.
Why?
Because tomorrow is MALL day. Srsly, I can't sacrifice mall day. It's too sacred.
Besides,
MY THROAT HURTS LIKE HELL!
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