wasting my time

This opening blog is called "wasting my time". It should be very self explanatory since there is a remainder of 13 hours for me to write my philosophy essay, and I am currently eating the time away by sitting in the school library's silent zone, thinking about what to do with this blog that I've recently created. Yes, I realized that I'm a little insane spending my time "wisely" on these useless blogs which I'm expecting little people to read, but I guess it's better that doodling on my new bought mug from Starbucks which I have been so very attached to for the past hour and a half.

I guess this is how university life is: students are assigned an exceptionally time consuming assignment and start to worry about the work before it's assigned, read through the criteria sheet when it is handed out in class, put the paper into a very organized binder and forget about the assignment until the day before its due. Yes, that sounds about right!

Anyways, I'm been reading through Bertrand Russell's The Problems of Philosophy for the second time, and after refreshing my all-so-tired brain, error. I tried to recall what I've read just a second ago, but nothing. My mind actually blanked out and the ideas that I believed formed in my head while my eyes moved from left to right disappeared like puff... Sad isn't it?

After a minute or two from my memory loss, I opened my computer for a glimpse of what exactly Bertrand Russell was trying to interpret. Sparknotes! That's the most ideal place to look for answers... but hold on, for two chapters of Russell, there is 6 pages of summary and explanation for each chapter, meaning 12 pages of 12pt Calibri font on windows... This is going to be hell!

Another few minutes drained while I tried to enlarge the font size so I wouldn't go blind. I realized, how can people sit down and read these pointless works of philosophers? Ideas, assumptions, a bunch of bull! Why would anyone care about whether a table actually exists or not? These thoughts came rushing into my head as my contacts grew dry from reading the fine print.

How many more hours of this torturous reading do I have to do? I need red bull fast before I crash into the table and end up with a big scar on my head. Somebody, RESCUE ME!