Here I Am Again

It seems to be a habit of mine to end up staring at random notes for a paper due just around the corner.  I am at a standstill.  What makes it worse this time is the fact that I don't like the class, and am generally uninterested in the most interesting topic I could even think of to fill 4 pages with.  I'm trying not to regret going for a full time semester.  It's been a little overwhelming, and now that the semester is coming to a close, each class has large assignments all at once.  While I can't say that I was unaware of all of these projects from day one, my judgement on my ability to manage my time and prioritize things was less than realistic.
When choosing my classes for this semester, I didn't foresee so much writing being involved.  Though I have surprised myself by my ability to finish as many papers as I have and, most importantly, be satisfied with the finished product, there have been just as many that have been totally disappointing.  My current struggle is worth 25% of my Humanities grade.  It is due in 3 days, and I have only a questionable outline and thesis statement.  I may have to just give in and write a crappy paper.  Something is better than nothing, right?  Ugh.

Does anyone want to write my paper on Gabriel Garcia Marquez's 100 Years of Solitude and it's impact on Magical Realism and Latin America??  Anyone?  Bueller??