Sweet distractions

Thirty hours to go until my final paper is due, and I think I’ve succeeded in choosing a topic: the Lindbergh baby. I think that qualifies me for a quick break, don’t you?

The only problem is that I’ve been taking quick breaks all day. Most of the afternoon was spent trying to find someone to sublease my room while I’m in Vienna; the search is growing desperate. I re-listed it on craigslist, emailed all the people who once upon a time expressed the tiniest interest in renting, designed an eye-catching poster to hang in the UW Housing Services office. Come on people, rent! Rent before you regret it! As you can imagine, the whole situation is stressing me out a bit, and after working for a solution this afternoon, becoming frazzled and angry, I ran into Kelly and productivity took a nosedive. We ended up lounging on the terrace of the sixth floor of Sieg II for almost an hour, discussing life as we examined its busy progress so far below us. But she suggested a final paper topic, which counts as her contribution to my continued enrollment in the English department.

It’s a motivation problem, of course. It’s also the internet’s fault. Observe.

This online catalog has eaten more of my free time in the last few weeks than I care to admit. Most people who know me in passing wouldn’t pick me as a proponent for high-cost modern furniture – nearly half of the furniture in my apartment was found on the street – but those who know me well understand how very badly I would like to own this bed alongside this nightstand. My birthday is coming up, you know.

I found this guy while crawling around on orkut when I should have been studying. Just a strange blog-type thing, but it inevitably led to the most frightening thing I’ve seen online since the cave story. If you have a weak heart or don’t want nightmares or are Kelly, then for the sake of all that is holy don’t click this link.

There’s another notable link I wanted to mention, but I forget what it is at the moment. Check back later.

Lyrics stuck in my head at the moment: “our conversations are like minefields – no one’s found a safe way through one yet.” God, what a horribly stereotypically bloggish thing to say. That’s only one step away from “current mood” icons. It must be finals week.