weekend.

My weekend has been spent doing not may productive things.

I take that back.

I've done 3 lessons in my ASL book, all my math homework, and study sheets, completely cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes 4 times (today) talked with both my grandmothers, had a lovely diologue with my best friend about childhood books, had another diologue with my other best friend about the drama in her life, dealt with insomnia, watched a classic move that I've always wanted to see, taken a nap, cuddled with my cat, and spent time with my sisters.

but I have not a) worked on my paper or b) finished the Disney presentation.  The Disney thing is ok, because I wanted mom to fill out th app with me, and she's been locked up in her room all afternoon, but the paper is really staryting to bother. I've been staring at it for the past 2 days, and usually I can come up with something by the time I've stared at something for that long, but it's not really working this weekend.

ARG. Why can I not do this paper? Even for Hawthorne, I was able to re-write it. But this is giving me such a block. And as much as I try to dispel writer's block, I can't think of any other explication. I spent the past  week coming up with paragraphs for this thing, and I guess I'm just all written out?

That can't be true, as obviously I am writing right now. but this is different - I'm writing about me here. I know me. I don't know the people in the book. Only the author knows that.

erg. I'm depressing myself.

~thesingingprincess.