bloody essay

You know, i've spent five days "working" on my essay (as well as buying a new coat, seeing bridget jones 2, going to a friends' birthday party, having one too many cups of hot drinks with my course friends in coffee revolution talking about how much work we have and going to the gym) and i've only written 2,500 words.

Holy crap.

and it's the worst 2,500 words ever. the word limit is 3,500 and the politics department are being complete facists this year, meaning that if i'm as much as ONE word over the limit, i'll have TEN, yes, dix, 10, TEN marks taken off my overall mark. anyway, this means that i have to try and cramm all the things that i need to say in very few words. Good. But i'm quite a tight essay writer as it is, and i can barely squeeze in as much analysis as i'd like to. Not good.

My problem is that i'm not panicking yet. Panic seems to make me do work. I have to get this one done in order to get on with all my other essays (all due in now in a week, two essays that i've done no reading for, oh dear) but i'm not panicing. I tried to MAKE myself panic today by writing down all the things that i had to get done in the next week, and doing a timetable and all to make me see how little time i have, but all it did was make me think, yeah, i can do it all.

Must snap out of first year frame of mind. I'm final year now.

and this is clearly procrastination. Must get back, i've had an inspirational idea now about war being a sphere of acheivement.