There. I've finally pulled myself away from Company of Heroes.
Yes. I bought another new game last Saturday. So shoot me. Hahaha. Just a few more to go and my wishlist will be completed.
I should be writing a paper for class right now. Actually, I should have started on it days ago. Procrastination again. Hehehe. Or is it something else?
Call me crazy, but I feel like I've lost much of my drive to write.
Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against writing. It's just that I feel like I have precious few things left to write about and so I end up not writing at all.
Weird? It gets worse.
The ultimate irony is that this all started once I got into Journalism. That course is mostly about writing, and now I find myself hard pressed to even START writing about ANYTHING.
Normally, I would have a blog entry every two or three days. Normally, I would be happy to take on a writing assignment or a paper or an essay. Normally, I would jump at every chance to check and edit papers passed to me.
Normally, I wouldn't complain about writing.
Maybe it's because I've become so saturated with papers and exercises and assignments and letters and proposals and reports. It's as if I'm breathing ink and paper.
Maybe it just became routine; a job, a chore, a requirement for advancement. A measure of ability. A benchmark of excellence. A definition of my worth as a student.
Or a person.
It's no longer stress relief; it's what stresses me out. I feel frustrated whenever I sit here and find that my fingers would freeze at the keyboard, when my mind would flash error messages whenever I try to think of something to write about, when a good idea comes along but then vanishes into oblivion.
Frustration. That's it.
But look at me now. I've just written more than I had planned.
Another stupid irony: I can easily write about my frustration with my writing.
Hahaha.
Enough of this. It's a good thing that I've got no class tomorrow. It's an even better thing that there would be no classes on Monday. I need to rest.
Yes. I bought another new game last Saturday. So shoot me. Hahaha. Just a few more to go and my wishlist will be completed.
I should be writing a paper for class right now. Actually, I should have started on it days ago. Procrastination again. Hehehe. Or is it something else?
Call me crazy, but I feel like I've lost much of my drive to write.
Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against writing. It's just that I feel like I have precious few things left to write about and so I end up not writing at all.
Weird? It gets worse.
The ultimate irony is that this all started once I got into Journalism. That course is mostly about writing, and now I find myself hard pressed to even START writing about ANYTHING.
Normally, I would have a blog entry every two or three days. Normally, I would be happy to take on a writing assignment or a paper or an essay. Normally, I would jump at every chance to check and edit papers passed to me.
Normally, I wouldn't complain about writing.
Maybe it's because I've become so saturated with papers and exercises and assignments and letters and proposals and reports. It's as if I'm breathing ink and paper.
Maybe it just became routine; a job, a chore, a requirement for advancement. A measure of ability. A benchmark of excellence. A definition of my worth as a student.
Or a person.
It's no longer stress relief; it's what stresses me out. I feel frustrated whenever I sit here and find that my fingers would freeze at the keyboard, when my mind would flash error messages whenever I try to think of something to write about, when a good idea comes along but then vanishes into oblivion.
Frustration. That's it.
But look at me now. I've just written more than I had planned.
Another stupid irony: I can easily write about my frustration with my writing.
Hahaha.
Enough of this. It's a good thing that I've got no class tomorrow. It's an even better thing that there would be no classes on Monday. I need to rest.
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