I want my life back!
Don't get me wrong, I love school. I've always loved it. But I want my life back. Right now.
(Soon... I keep telling myself, soon you will be free to be as frustrated and stressed out as you want but hold on to it--just until finals are over...)
Aaarrgh! I can't wait anymore! I want my life back! I can't even go down to get something to eat without feeling guilty, I can't go to sleep even when I'm already so tired that I'm getting nothing done anyway and I can't even talk on the phone with somebody without the impending doom pounding at my brain from the backround. Papers everywhere, piles of old housework stacking up everywhere, cancelled dates with lovers, it all gets to be so hard. Work wouldn't be like this--I could go in, spend a few hours and LEAVE--I would get to go home and be home.
Two weeks. I just have to hold on for two weeks and I will be so glad I did (right?) and it'll all be over (Right?) ...all ...over.
oh, gods, I hope I make it.
And then what?
Get a job, eventually I guess. Anything, actually. I'm not picky anymore. Just give me a regular paycheck for six hours a day and let me go home, you know?
Getting a job with an Anthropology degree. Now, that's a trick.
Anyway, what I am calling your attention to, really, is that I have a need to celebrate my /actual/ graduation day, which is Thursday after next, on the 16th. What the hell should I do?
I kinda like drinking, but I'd have to cancel my meds for four days to drink to the level that would feel like an appropriate celebration.
I think I'd love to throw a dinner party for, like, Ten of my very intimates but I don't think finals is a good time to create and implement such a labor-intensive party idea.
Random gathering of folks at the Lunaverse that night? Light drinking, a few toasts, and some wacky good fun?
I don't know, what do you think?
(Soon... I keep telling myself, soon you will be free to be as frustrated and stressed out as you want but hold on to it--just until finals are over...)
Aaarrgh! I can't wait anymore! I want my life back! I can't even go down to get something to eat without feeling guilty, I can't go to sleep even when I'm already so tired that I'm getting nothing done anyway and I can't even talk on the phone with somebody without the impending doom pounding at my brain from the backround. Papers everywhere, piles of old housework stacking up everywhere, cancelled dates with lovers, it all gets to be so hard. Work wouldn't be like this--I could go in, spend a few hours and LEAVE--I would get to go home and be home.
Two weeks. I just have to hold on for two weeks and I will be so glad I did (right?) and it'll all be over (Right?) ...all ...over.
oh, gods, I hope I make it.
And then what?
Get a job, eventually I guess. Anything, actually. I'm not picky anymore. Just give me a regular paycheck for six hours a day and let me go home, you know?
Getting a job with an Anthropology degree. Now, that's a trick.
Anyway, what I am calling your attention to, really, is that I have a need to celebrate my /actual/ graduation day, which is Thursday after next, on the 16th. What the hell should I do?
I kinda like drinking, but I'd have to cancel my meds for four days to drink to the level that would feel like an appropriate celebration.
I think I'd love to throw a dinner party for, like, Ten of my very intimates but I don't think finals is a good time to create and implement such a labor-intensive party idea.
Random gathering of folks at the Lunaverse that night? Light drinking, a few toasts, and some wacky good fun?
I don't know, what do you think?