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I'm supposed to be writing a 5 page paper instead of browsing Gaia. This paper has been due for two weeks, plenty of time to gather all the research I need, cite all the references, write a first, second, and even a final draft - but I haven't started any of these yet. I have six hours left before my English Comp professor expects me to lay these five pages full of enlightening information on her desk, but she probably will NOT get any of it. Oh well, her loss.

This paper is supposed to be about the bullshit behind secondhand smoke and the rights of smokers everywhere that have been infrenged upon by recent smoking bans in public places and likewise. How am I supposed to explain why this is wrong to someone who doesn't smoke? Anyone who doesn't smoke, and has tried it, hates it because they think the taste is terrible, makes them sick, or something like that. Those who hate smoking and have never tried it are full of s**t and need to step out with me for a smoke sometime...

I love smoking. That's what this post was supposed to be about, the feelings that go through me when I've got a smoldering cancer-stick wedged so tightly between my lips that it would take the jaws of life to pry it free before I'm done with it. The relaxed sensation that rises with every breath I take, each puff easing my desire to reach out and strangle someone very stupid - or otherwise the closest person to my open mits.

Why the hell did I even think I could explain this to someone who doesn't smoke. I was doomed to fail this assignment from the start - from both procrastination and my inability to describe this experiance to those who haven't experianced it. Its like God to a non-Christian. How do you teach an Athiest to believe in God? I've tried it, and because of that experiance, I came to doubt my own faith, so I gave up and decided I better figure out if I believe in God before I try to convince his existance to someone else. Same with this ******** paper. ********! I hate research papers!

Had this assignment had any creative potential, I would be all over it like a hobo on a ham sandwich. But research papers, in my openion, are nothing more than taking someone else's painstaking work and words, switching them around to a bit, paraphrasing and the like, citing where you got all the s**t, then handing it in as your own work. If I was a con artist, I could understand how this could be a creative outlet, but I'm not a con-man (anymore, that is.) So I hate research papers and I hate long-winded journal posts that no one will ever read. I'm done, good bye!