finally met with my thesis mentor the other day and now i guess it is time i stop concocting nonsensically excuses whenever people, specifically my mom, asks why i have yet to start on my thesis. great. i think i will miss saying "my topic's yet to be approved, so chill..." whenever mom would ask why i have once again plopped my fat ass in front of the television to watch 'Wizards of Waverly Place' instead of doing my work.

while i was once giddy with the prospect of writing my thesis, i think that happy-pill-induced excitement has long since died down because as i was plotting my game-plan (heh!) earlier today, all i could think of - as i made lists and drew arrows connecting ideas on my messy brainstorming chart - was how screwed i am and how much i am dreading the workload. first draft is due in about two weeks and i have barely gotten any reading or writing done; and considering how emotionally exhausted i get during any form of creative writing, i predict the next two weeks to be especially draining. sigh.

i chose the wrong time to fall.
stupid brain has been in a loop ever since.

...'Mayday Parade', i'm counting on you to inspire my first chapter.