Waxing Operatic amidst the Deluge

What a fancy title, no?
Having finished a six-page "research" paper in a couple hours, I've decided to take a short break to do that which I detest the most: an "update" blog. I'm not going to tell you anything of consequence; instead, I'm going to mention some petty things:
1) I have to write two more papers tonight. It is currently 23:13.
2) I have not decided on the topics of those two papers.
3) The paper I just finished is a mockery of all but the most impossibly maudit of intellects.
4) Said paper might not have a thesis.

Speaking of which, what's the point of history/sociology papers? Don't you just regurgitate information until you reach your minimum page limit? Especially in the case of a "5-7 page case study." I just don't get it, really. All I ever read are descriptions; all I could ever want to say has already been written a thousand times by people who care more than I do. What we should really be graded on is how well we can search the internet for pertinent case studies that have already been done. I found well over twenty, and I only spent, like, two hours.

5) I have an art history test tomorrow morning, and I'm realizing that art history is something one has to "study" for. I'm not worried about the essay component, but those pesky facts tend to upset my tender sensibilities. In my very highly-regarded opinion, facts are much overrated.

6) I have to "present" the findings of my research paper to my sociology teacher tomorrow, after my art history test. I'd rather throw it at her, run, and forget all about it. I hope she doesn't read any of it until I'm well outside the country.

7) Following my presentation, there is a "Luncheon" at IES, at which I will be forced to sit through a student theater production. What's worse is that I'm not sure there are any bars nearby.

8) It is now 23:30 and I am not working on my art history papers. To remedy #2, I have now chosen two pleasant paintings to describe at length: The Sea of Ice, by Caspar David Friedritch - which really just makes me want to read At the Mountains of Madness; and The Nightmare, by John Henry Fuseli - which makes me want to read Faust.

9) I just watched the trailer for the second Transformers movie. I hate the fact that I want to see it. They're so bad - but they have GIANT FIGHTING ROBOTS, which I simply cannot resist. I'm furious that I'm going to give that bastard Michael Bay like eight bucks. I also want to see the new Terminator movie, which - believe it or not - ALSO HAS FIGHTING ROBOTS. Star Trek is out, I guess, and I want to see that too. I just watched the leaked version of that terrible Wolverine movie, and it's terrible.

10) I should go work on my papers.