people critisize me but i know it's not the end

TheRoomie is currently trying to write a paper.

if it were any other person, it would be a rather eventless performance. two, maybe three hours of furious typing, some cursing, some "what's another word for *enter over-used word here*, and voila, you have five pages of pure, freshly pulled-out-of-anus bullshit.

but TheRoomie lacks a certain talent that is commonly refered to as "moving on". where the common UCSB student can write five pages about their big toe, TheRoomie has difficulty grinding out three pages about a complex painting. it's not that TheRoomie is stupid, it's that TheRoomie rereads the same sentence an infinate number of times before she begins the next sentence.

this can be further complicated by the fact that TheRoomie has difficulty staying awake after SmartPineapple goes to sleep. rarely can TheRoomie last more than thirty minutes after SmartPineapple conks out.

and this brings us to the situation that is unfolding in the room of TheRoomie and SmartPineapple. TheRoomie has just begun her hero's journey: it is nearing eleven oclock at night at TheRoomie has begun researching her artists for her paper due at 9:30am. it will be a long night for SmartPineapple.