The ritual involved in writing an essay is very specific to each individual. Some people prefer to begin the night before and stay up until the early morning hours to finish it. Others begin a week before it is due and put a consistent effort into the paper until it all comes together early enough the day before its due that they can actually select someone to edit it. I fall somewhere in the middle...I choose a topic and sign books out of the library a week in advance but don't actually get around to doing significant work until crunch time. I project the image of a studious individual, carrying around reference books pertaining to my topic and proudly boasting my choice of topic, however I am truly one of the slackers whose goal inevitably becomes to hand in pieces of paper stapled together resembling an essay and to receive a mediocre grade. By the time I am finished writing, my proofreader options are very limited...I am lucky if it passes under the eyes of my sleepy roomates 7 a.m. of the due date, which leaves me no time to consider any of their criticisms beyong spelling and grammer. My current method does not let me enjoy the benefits of chilling out until the night before or the satisfaction of handing in something I am proud of. I think its time to commit myself to one...

i'm new at this blog thing...it all started with Ned. He introduced me to the blogging community about a month ago. I read his blog faithfully. One late night when Ned and I were both writing overdue essays (read: chatting about life over icq and comparing word count rather than actually doing work), he sent me the link to his friend Ben's blog: It is 2 a.m. I am sleep deprived. I have not yet come close to finishing my essay. In my tired delusion I feel it is the perfect time to read the archived ramblings of a complete stranger until my eyes roll back into my head from lack of sleep. (they say you go insane after staying awake for long periods of time..it has been proven to do permanant damage) One of the links located amoung Ben's narrative ramblings leads me into another stranger's "private" life...and I come to know a bit about Brendan, the writer behind Breakfast Any Time. I am lured in by his honesty and self depreciating comments. (by the way I really think he has potential as a writer, he just needs to work on spelling) I relate to this guy. I admire these guys and they do not have the slightest clue who I am. It is a bit of a celebrity worship relationship. This inspires me to create a blog of my own. Now I am screwing around with the template instead of working on yet another essay...a vicious pattern