I'm lame.

I just spent ten minutes trying to find an old article I got published in a small biweekly newspaper to see if it was at all relevant to the point I'm trying to make in the paper.

Alas, it wasn't.

But how cool would it have been to QUOTE MYSELF in my own paper?

And how lame is it that I think it would have been SO cool and am now depressed that I can't?

Mm. I may not want you to answer that...

Yes, yes, wasting time. Shup.

I'm actually pausing to let various things percolate in my head. I'm getting into my subject and I should have plenty of stuff to say. I have about three hours before I have have have to leave for school. I should be fine.

It's kind of neat, this paper thing, in general. Now that I've written... well, one and a half of them, I'm fascinated by the different ways there are to view things that were in my every day life.

Example: my first paper was about the concept of master status and how a non-straight person's master status tended to be their sexuality. Like, I'm not just a university student or a web designer or a writer. I'm the lesbian student/designer/writer. Or at least, I tend to be those things to those who don't really know me well. Looking into the consequences of being defined by one's sexuality rather than one's accomplishments (lesbian as opposed to doctor or lawyer) minimizes the accomplishments and highlights the differences between the people involved in the interaction. That's just neat.

For hacker/computer criminals being a subculture, one would think yeah, that's a no brainer. But what is the line between a geek and a hacker? Geeks know the language, geeks have the knowledge. But they don't have the same intent, the same motivation or the same attitude that hackers tend to. And it's neat to see how the general population is so clueless that they misuse a lot of the terms coming from these subcultures. "Hackers" don't break into computer systems, those are "crackers", but a different kind of "cracker" will remove copy-protection from a piece of software. It's something that sets the hackers/criminals apart from culture as a whole.

<rereads this>

Oh, man. I'm really going to become an academic, aren't I?

<sobs and goes back to her paper>

Hm.

I think I'm writing in circles.

Have to leave at 8am on the dot at the latest, and if I do, I'd better have breakfast here before I leave.

But it's going okay. I'm on my final point and will have to finish that and then conclude. Plus a bibliography.

I'm not going to kill myself over a paper that's worth ten percent of my final grade, but it'd be nice to do well.

Done.

Done. And it sucks. I think.

What sucks more is that I may be very late for class. Eep.

Done. And awake.

So I was up for 26 hours straight.

I finished my paper, printed it out in magenta (I really, really need a new printer), grabbed it, took a very crowded bus to the metro, missed my metro, waited forever at the transfer station once I got there, then stopped at a copy shop to photocopy my paper so it looked like it was printed in black, then got to class a half hour late, and wound up really not missing anything very important at all, plus I was still there for attendence.

Sweet.

I was, of course, dead tired, but I wasn't yawning or whatever. I was more zombiefied.

Handed in my paper, never want to think about it again, thanks, and then went down for my last Quebec Society class. We got out early. Yay!

Came home, after talking to M, T and S, and then proceeded to watch All My Children because Maggie actually had LINES today.

Immediately after that, I went to crash.

I slept for eight hours, straight.

Like, I didn't wake up once, I didn't hardly move at all.

Felt nice. :D

Weird, though, to wake up for the "day" at 10pm, but I'll go to bed again by 3-4 and wake up by noonish, I'm thinking. And then do you know what I'm going to do?

Start studying for finals! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee. I've promised C I'd go to the library with her, and last night (... Thursday night? Yes, yes, Thursday night) she was like "So what are you doing tomorrow?"

Me: "Going to the library to study with you?"

C: "Very good. And Sunday?"

Me: "Library. And the same on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday..."

C: "Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday..."

Me, chuckling: "Exactly."

Her, grinning: "Excellent."

And now, I'm going to eat chocolate and watch last night's Tru Calling. Despite Jason Priestley.