compare and contrast

I don't understand why I cannot just spit out the last couple hundred words of this philosophy essay. I mean really, right before I got to bed lastnight I had all these wonderful ideas in my mind, but the second I wake up I'm just completely over it. What happened?
Today when I woke up at about 7 30, I looked to my right and I felt happy. Then I came trudging to my room only to read my film coursepack in the pitch black, and hear the constant banging above me...but what's new, really?
I blame the death of my once beautiful flowers on my roommate and her fondness for the dark. They didn't even last a week. they need sunlight dammit! something that hardly ever enters this room!
I didn't put 'nocturnal' on my residence preferences.

I am getting really good at this whole idea of distracting myself incessantly. It's sad really. I always FEEL motivated but then I find something else to occupy my time. I told myself I would be done this paper by 2 pm. It is currently 12:30, I have consumed 2 cups of odd flavoured yet enjoyable coffee, and currently have written 1176 words since Sunday afternoon. I have to applaud myself...that's really not so bad. It's the conclusions that always get me. As well as the fact that I am not an AI researcher and have no clue whether or not computers will one day be able to maintain consciousness just like you and me.
Even though I truly don't know, I'm arguing it's possible and using quite fancy vocabulary in order to prove this point. the professor said to not worry but I really do need a 90 and I haven't even written the mid term...which was written in February. I am writing it in about 6 days. I know it will be difficult but I think I can handle difficult. I think I can overcome lots of obstacles lately.
The beatles have been a favourite lately. Well, they're obviously a long term favourite of mine, but it had been awhile since I had just sat down, drank some green tea and listened to revolver. It feels good to be able to do that, since I haven't had much down time that doesn't involve the consumption of alcohol in quite awhile.
I think the more I listen to music, the less that journalism kills my creativity. I mean, I know four years of it might put me on the edge, but that's why I take English literature and context. I really wish we had a poetry unit that included more writing of our own poetry. Don't get me wrong, I love reading poetry, but writing poetry always has tended to tickle my fancy. I don't think I've written a new poem since the summer. In high school my rantings were almost a daily occurence through free verse but it seems I've lost the time. This summer will help me catch up I guess. I mean, all I will be doing is working and going to the beach. Oh how I miss those days. Warmth. I miss warmth. Ottawa really has toughened me up for the next several winter seasons I will spend here. I dread them but at the same time I think I might love it as well.

I think it's time to move onto Abbey Road and finish this bitch of a paper.
It will feel so good to do that, and then enjoy the tunes of malajube, bedouin soundclash, and metric this evening.

I am unsure of how I have survived several months of third lanark.
The good, the bad, and the ugly. I must admit, it's not that terrible.
Just the buzzing fan and the darkness gets to you sometimes. I'm sure you could relate.
...Most of you anyway.