I hate the ends of semesters, why do they keep happening? This semester I only have one exam, but I have a 15-page paper due on Saturday and the exam was supposed to be due yesterday, but is now due Monday. I hate extensions, especially extensions into Christmas break. I've pretty much finished it and I'm going to try to not work on it any more than necessary. I'm so tired. That's been my semester, sooooo tired, more tired than I've ever been in my life. It's so important to me to know it will all be over soon, but I just want it to be over now. It's hard to even care about how it goes.
I'm writing writing writing, but it's going in circles. It's a crazy philosophy paper. On meaning holism. Basically what it comes down to, guys, is that a word can either mean everything in the world or mean nothing. There's no middle ground. There's nothing that says "when" when you're filling up a word with meanings. This is fantastic stuff and the philosopher men are hilarious, but it's hard trying to make my contribution when everyone defines the terms differently. And because this is my last thing it's dragging, dragging like hell and it's like I'll never be done because I have to figure out meaning, see? and who can do that? no one's done it yet, although they think they have. More important than thinking they have, though, they think other people haven't. And I guess I can just say none of them have and we'll all be even.
Posted by linnea at December 14, 2007 3:46 PM