(beaver) DAM

Well, I didn't finish my research paper. You, Deanna, of all people know this because you're my writing teacher and my volleyball coach. This week we were suppose to go to KKI, but change of plans. I'm not eligible, and so is one other person. I of course, knew that I wasn't going to travel anywhere, but I was almost positive that the team would at least have a shot in going. Well, nothing goes as planned.

Last night I worked on my research paper, and I realized that my topic does not interest me that much any more. I used to think addictions were complex and mysterious. Well, that's because its simple. You try a drug, you like it, you want more of it, than baboom. Your hooked. I learned that it goes deeper than that. It does something to your brain, "rewire" or change. I guess you can say that your brain adapts to the constant use of the drug, then in time the user would need more of it to achieve the same affect. Yeah, that's my topic for you. Interesting? If yes, then write my paper. I need at least six pages and a works cited page. Hey, I'll even sweeten deal for you. Fifty bucks for a complete research paper. Huh? Sound good? (LOL) I'm only kidding. I'd never do that, not even if I'm desperate.

I've got spare time, I just don't exactly know how to use it. Whenever I'm flooded with thoughts, and busy, that is usually when I want to work. When I can't work, I want to work. When I have to work, I don't want to work. Simple as that. Weird isn't it. Right now I'm so glad for something, but feeling weird.