"this is the most unusual story of a not so usual girl"

i learned a lesson tonight: never hit enter after typing a sentence into the title because it will take that as a cue to publish before you've even written the post. fun mess up that was. anyways, i had a fun but tiring night tonight that isn't quite over yet, though i'd really like to just go to bed and forget about all the work i have to do. if only. and the weekend will only be worse. i've really gotta crack down and get to working on my big paper that's due, otherwise i'll be up all night sunday, rushing to get it done and maybe even skipping class to make sure it is. and i've skipped enough class for one lifetime this semester. i hate big papers. i mean really, what's the point? this whole "preparing us for the real world" crap just doesn't cut it anymore. i don't know many adults (who aren't in school working on a doctorate, which i plan to NEVER do) complain about having to write a 10-12 page paper with 8-12 sources as a part of their job. yes, they have to write memos and reports and stuff like that, but no crazy long papers full of lots of bs and info from other people because our own opinions aren't good enough to stand on their own, even though the "sources" we're quoting are most likely opinions that other people have just backed with other sources, which are also opinions backed up by sources, ad naseum. it's crap. where am i going to use this in the real world? i mean, sure, i want to be a writer, but that deals with original ideas, not writing a research paper over some author. unless i'm going to be doing critiques (also not something i'd really enjoy doing) this doesn't really help me. and yes, i am planning to go to grad school where i will have to do more of these, but still, don't see the purpose. whatever i do for a job, i don't think writing 12 page research papers will be a part of it. okay, i'll step down from my soapbox now and back away from the tangent. see, now i'm a safe distance away. i'll be all right. i just wish i could take a big break from life and relax for a while. that kinda sounds like a being in a coma...which actually sounds kinda nice right now. no more homework, no more work, no more stress, just lots of sleep. sounds great. i know, i know, that sounds terrible. you know what's even worse? i already finished this post and then something went all wacky and erased half of it. great huh? computers hate me right now and i'm not too fond of them either. so i had this nice little riff about this dancing and this jason mraz song i really like at the moment, but i'm too tired to try to duplicate that right now so i'll just post the lyrics and go to bed instead. it's called "So Unusual/Not so Usual" (dual title due to some confusion over the actual name of the song): "this is the most unusual story of a most unusual girl she's the paint in my picture of a most unusual world she can crawl out of frame while she's hanging on the wall and she's calling my name she's not so usual she's most unusual she's not so usual she's so unusual she's mostly a ghost the way she watches over me she complains when I smoke but then you do the same to me she's controlling my brain activity knowing when I go to sleep she'll catch me when I've fallen hard she's so unusual she's not so usual she's not so usual she's so unusual she's not so hooked on the drugs like I thought she was and never sucking on the lime and hardly sipping on the wine and despite of her bipolar rollercoastering I think I can trust she'll keep me singing differently and it's fine 'cuz she's with me now most all of the time trying and saving my life thinking not of her own and always kissing me goodnight when i just need to be alone she's so sweet, so discreet she's exactly what i need not even make-believe she's not so usual so unusual she's not so usual so unusual not so usual not too practical either well since she's not so mystical but not too magical neither well since she's not so out of control and not so used to the flow well since she's not so usual nah, she's a natural she's not so usual she's most unusual yeah, she's so unusual she's so unusual she's gonna use me all she's not so you... she's not so you... not so you... not so" well, i'm bushed so i'm signing off, "waiting for my rocket to come" (JM "Curbside Prophet").