Citing?

I'm am working on a draft for my bibliographical essay. I have all the citations and the page numbers. Except for one. The book that I checked out through interlibrary loan. I need a specific page number for a specific quote, and I am angry at myself. In my notes page, I wrote down exactly each page number for every other quote I used. Except this one(Breakin' Breakin' the law... Thanks agonostinelli). It seems like however careful I am about taking notes and citing things corectly, I always have to go over and over and over and over my citations untill they are right.

Even then, I know that I am going to have some mistakes on the work cited page. Hell, I'm only ninety two percent efficient when it comes to works cited sheets. It stands to reason that eight percent of my works cited sheet will have things that are wrong on it that I don't know are wrong.

The race to the finals week is hard, and I can not believe how busy the writing center is. Some days, I will tutor for seventy fix percent of my shift. My mind is fried after these long sessions. I always tell myself that I will do homework after my shift, but my mind is like cream of wheat, and then my teachers keep piling it on. Maybe thanksgiving and the end of the semester are metaphorical: pile it on.

However, this weekend I'm not doing anything. I don't care. It's thanksgiving and do not want to do any homework.

Triptaphan, the ultimate homework aide

Rant moments huh? I don’t usually rant on papers via a blog so this is going to probably be interesting. I suppose I should start my rant off with the fact that time is such a pain in the butt! I keep setting aside ties to actually sit down and write the paper but something inevitably comes up. My mother makes me clean all weekend because my family is coming over for Thanksgiving, and when my mother means clean she REALLY means clean. Have you ever had to sit on your hands and knees with q-tips and try and clean the baseboards and the cold air return vents? Let me tell ya, it’s a right royal pain in the ass and especially when you have other things you could REALLY be doing besides. Then there’s juggling in the time with all my other classes, I have to play a lovely game of which assignment is do first and then do that rather than concentrating in on the assignments that I would rather do first simply because they’ll be harder. No offence, but ten pages of essay isn’t as easy for me as weaving a water-proof basket. For one thing, one requires thought.


When I’m not fighting the beast that is time management I start to realize that some of my sources that I worked oh so hard for, suck! They don’t contain any of the information that I need, besides maybe one or two lines that speak of it in passing and I have to toss the source all together. Yes, I know I should probably sit down and read through the books before I check them out, but the problem of time rears its ugly head again when I’m busy checking out the books in the ten minutes I have between classes or on my mad dash to work. So I end up with a lot of books that do me absolutely no good, and then I have to start the whole process over again. I’m sure the librarians are sick of me by now given how many books I’m sifting through.


And another fun thing, my internet. Yes, the fickle beast has finally decided that it either hates my guts or my computers because it will only stay up for a few seconds when I’m doing something else and don’t really have time to baby it, or it simply doesn’t work all together. Probably doesn’t help that my brother went out on Saturday and disconnected ALL of our cable!! That means everything in our house shut down over the weekend, and we had to wait for the cable people to get free and come and reconnect things. Hopefully they fixed whatever my brother had done, but given that at ten o’clock Sunday night we were still without cable TV, I doubt it. So the joys and excitement of this lovely project just keep tacking on and I’m left behind scrambling to pick up as many pieces as possible. Who knows, maybe my family will actually realize that I’m in SCHOOL during the break and let me actually work on all the end of term funness that my classes are racking up. I’ll probably end up having to drug my grandma with Triptaphan for that to happen though….