Getting Started

I'm on the precipice of beginning a very lengthy and intricate term paper for my seminar class. This "edge" is what I find the most difficult thing about being an English major. It's the process from idea to thesis.

Bah.

Well, I have a topic. I talked to my professor about it. He thinks that I have "a direction". All I need to do is... start... But yet here I am, telling you about it rather than actually, ya know, working on it.

(Sigh)

Somehow, this makes me feel better. I'm not sure how. But I will tell you this, I'm writing about the topic of meta-poetics within the sonnet form as a kind of "constraint".

Yeah.

I'm still trying to figure that one out. How do I come up with these topics? I will never know. I think I'm an intellectual masochist. Uh huh... that's it...

Academia can get really gross reaaaallllyyy quickly. It bites you on the rear and doesn't let go. Oh UCLA, you feed my sweet sweet sickness. And for that, I am most grateful.

Also - as a side note, I've had Taylor Swift's song "Mean" stuck in my head all day. I'm firmly convinced that it is the reason I've been unable to focus for 4+ hours. Ugh.