End of an Odyssey and the Beginning of the End

Well, Thanksgiving went okay. Cooking, turkey, and family recrimination. Really, what more could a person want?

The Final Stretch

As I am committing words to paper (which I do before typing) I find that after nearly 15 years of writing papers I still don't like doing papers, which is odd because I like writing. I used to write a lot when I was in high school. My imagination knew no bounds. Let me give a few examples:

-A love story between a mutant boy and a hot robot girl after the last human dies of boredom centuries earlier. They end up killing each other over the last VHS copy of "Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back".

-Fighter pilots stationed on a warship in the far-future fighting in a war that threatens to destroy their entire race discuss the implications of Coke Classic after New Coke 2347 fails miserably and is blamed for recent set backs in the war effort. The twist is that Coke Classic makes humans smarter at the cost of their health.

-A man from the future is accidentally transported back to New York City in the 90s. To avoid disruptions to history he goes to Central Park and waits for rescue while recalling the history that would create his future New York City. He later gets a free hot dog from a friendly vendor trying to make a living and strikes up a conversation. Caught up in the moment, future guy lets slip seven words that should not have been heard. Before he can fix his mistake he is returned to the future to find out he was deliberately sent back to stop a plague from occurring.

Nothing mind blowing but I regret never developing these stories. Now all I do is write for work and class and it just feels more like a chore then anything fun. Luckily I've had some interesting topics to write about.

Which brings me to the paper. My research continues (despite Penn State recalling my books) and I have written a few pages. I always draft before I really create. So far it has been a slow process. Must be the two weeks remaining. I usually do a paper a few days before it's due. For some reason the extra stress makes me write differently. Unfortunately, with work and a diminished amount of free time I cannot take a chance waiting. Plus, I refuse to do an all-nighter. I am not young(er) anymore. And I love my sleep. This puts me in a crappy position because I have all these ideas that I want to write down, but Grey's Anatomy is available online. Or that book I have been waiting to read just became enticing. Or Halo 3 needs some quality time. Or my apartment needs to be reorganized (seriously, the whole place). Procrastination is my mortal enemy. Hit me hard in college and it has not let up since. But I have a team that is counting on me to deliver my part and I just could not look them in the eye if I goofed around. And I want this presentation to be interesting because I think our topic really has some merit. So I continue as I count down the days until Presentation Day.

And now, back to writing.......................................

The Truth........................
..........................................is sometimes you have to get hurt to understand something. Like not putting a knife in a toaster that is plugged in. Or not to bleed in the middle of the ocean. Or shopping at Circuit City. Life Lessons are always the hardest to deal with, but they stay with you forever and remind you not to do stupid crap like that.