Proud Member of Procrasination-nation!

Just what you need...another blog by me. That makes the count up to three for the day today! Geez, either I must have not life, or I'm procrastinating the copious amounts of final papers I have to write.

Survey says! BOTH!

I have to write a 15 pager for my Hemingway/Fitzgerald seminar on a "choose your own topic" basis. Even though my obsession with Fitzgerald borders on a form of religious fervor, I am writing about Hemingway. Odd, huh? You'd think I'd take this opportunity to delve more into the life of Mr. Fitz, but I'm too afraid. I don't mean in an intimidation sort of way, more so I don't want me to get so frustrated writing a paper about him that I end up not wanting anything to do about him after I finish the class. Hence good ole Ernie! I'm playing with a three-tiered thought that plays with the women portrayed in his novels, their real-life counterparts, and his alcoholism problem. This guy wasn't just an alcoholic, he's an aficionado of the strong drinks (I tip my hat to the people who've read The Sun Also Rises).

I hope the whole Maryland thing all works out. I'm trying to get my leg in to something neat for the year I have off till Law school starts. I know I'll be a shiftie for the Bux (as if I COULD pull away from the Ristorante di Darth Vader), but I want to do some sort of niche thing while I'm there.

My passion for soccer is something that I'm even willing to wake up extremely early to watch (no earlier than 10am on Saturdays, but it IS the weekend). Since the MLS is not just gaining speed, but passing many old American sport leagues, I feel that I have something I can offer to the soccer-fanbase of America. So here it goes....I'm trying to get ahold of the Washington Post. While it is a recession and it seems that they would rather have college interns helping them out (probably because the kids can be their bitches and not complain thanks to the credits they're earning) I have something that most sports writers in the area don't have. An extreme fanaticism for the beautiful game. It's a long shot, but even if they didn't pay me, I would love the oppurtunity to spill my guts and see my words on official ink and paper.

Ok, I gotta get back to this paper. Stir-fry is in the works, and don't want to eat too late.