Vancouver Drift

My blog essay is growing... it is going to be about 4000 words, which is not good since the extended limit i got was 3700. As my paper grows arithmetically, my sickness is growing exponentially, only to be slowed down by the random medicines i find in drawers and cabinets around the house.

My mind is not really clouded, but shrouded maybe... theory is killer. i tell you, this thing is becoming a master's thesis instead of an undergrad transnational human rights essay. So frustrated... I have spent the whole day immersed in theory, and I want to come up for air, into the simple smurf land of the empirical. this is strange because ordinarily i love theory, but right now, i just wanna be done with my theoretical framework so i can go to sleep and spend an hr on the empirical evidence of blogs and 2 hrs on the damned works cited page. damn you works cited page!! my bane...!!!

Insanity ensues at 1:20 am in the cold sickly theoretical morning. Man, I need to get out and meet people after all this is done. i have become a hermit. social life exists in the library and in between classes. the rest of my time is spent at home, doing what i would be doing at the library only it's closed and bring on the run on sentences because i need to run off and finish this damned essay; man i wish i could use these sentences i'm typing in my esssay so i would have to write more i will stop this silly sentence now.