Procrastinating...

So it's 2:26AM and I'm nominally working on my essay analyzing a simile from Paradise Lost.

Right.

Well, I'm trying. I've been so busy catching up in my differential equations class that I've kinda let English fall to the wayside. The fact that it's only supposed to be three pages long is of little comfort with less than 8 hours till I have to turn it in.

And here I am, blogging. How typical of the post-millenial college student.

So the Angels beat the Giants in the World Series, and, much to the consternation of some of my friends, I have trouble caring. My reply to their cry of "but it's the playoffs!" has been "no, it's football season." :D

It's while pulling late nights like this that my mind starts to wander to things that I normally put off...things like what I'm studying in school. What's my ultimate goal? If Computer Science is often such a pain in the neck, and writing English essays often seems fun (well, it seems fun while you're NOT writing them anyways), am I really pursuing the right major?

Maybe. I like programming, too. Honest. In fact, I think the enjoyment I take out of both writing and programming can be applied to just about any situation that requires problem-solving. The appeal I find is having a "toolbox" of sorts—lessons I've learned through school and life. Then, I tackle problems with the "tools," partially relying on tried and true methods, but often finding new functions for tools and different combinations of tools in a sort of McGyver-esque fusion of unlikely items. And as I go through school and life, I add more tools to my toolbox.

Now that sounded like a bunch of hogwash.

Hmmm...I really ought to get started on this essay. I'll check back in when it's done and I've recovered from my lack of sleep.