Happy April, Everyone!
I actually mean that, so I thought I should get it in today, before stressed!Greeny takes over. (Just so you know, calling someone something-exclamation point-their name denotes a particular aspect or version of that person, so happy!Greeny is basically what I am now, and crazy!- or stressed!Greeny is what I might be soon).
This week went really well, until Thursday, which is when I met with my teacher/adviser about my senior project. Yeah, due to the bad emotional state I was in before break, we never really laid down the guidelines for the paper that's due along with the recitals. 10 pages. Ouch. This is on top of three other papers, two of which are at least 6 pages. (Don't scoff, this is large for me). So, technically, it's doable, if I work hard at it all consistently for the next three to four weeks. I'm torn between: "Yep, I'm gonna bomb.", "Maybe this will work out." and "Pray hard, my friends."
Sometimes, I really hate this senior thing.
Other times, like today, it's not that bad. I wasn't really planning on coming home this weekend, but yesterday night I just couldn't take staying at the apartment any longer (cabin fever, despise it). So I came home, and it was good. Finished the second sock, too.
Today, I went back to my school to hang out with my guy friend, who still doesn't have an appropriate nom-de-plume (or should it be, nom-de-blog?), and it was a lot of fun. We rented a movie (Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist, I don't recommend it, but it was good for today), and got a pizza (A supreme, of all things. I never thought as a kid I would like supreme pizza, but today I just didn't want much meat.) Then we laughed and groaned at the movie, and talked, and...cuddled? He put his arm around me, sitting on the couch, it felt nice. I showed him the socks, which I am quite proud of, and we walked around campus for an hour, holding hands, talking, and enjoying the day. (Good thing, too, because tomorrow the weather is going to stink.)
Then, after our date (Small digression: I'm having such a hard time adjusting to this new terminology. Outing/hanging out=date, physical contact=cuddling, do I really have to use these terms to be clear about what we're doing?) I hung out with Julie, the wonder roommate, for a while. She likes to clean on Saturdays, and today she also decided to bake brownies. So we had lemonade and brownies, and discussed life and what makes a good friend. I mopped the kitchen and my bathroom afterward, feeling helpful to the cause.
Now, I'm back at home reveling in being myself for the moment, and avoiding reading a certain epic poem that should have been read two weeks ago. However, if that hard and consistent work is to ever get finished, I may as well start it now. (Suddenly I'm questioning the grammar of the sentence above, dang it all.)
Thanks for listening,
Greene
This week went really well, until Thursday, which is when I met with my teacher/adviser about my senior project. Yeah, due to the bad emotional state I was in before break, we never really laid down the guidelines for the paper that's due along with the recitals. 10 pages. Ouch. This is on top of three other papers, two of which are at least 6 pages. (Don't scoff, this is large for me). So, technically, it's doable, if I work hard at it all consistently for the next three to four weeks. I'm torn between: "Yep, I'm gonna bomb.", "Maybe this will work out." and "Pray hard, my friends."
Sometimes, I really hate this senior thing.
Other times, like today, it's not that bad. I wasn't really planning on coming home this weekend, but yesterday night I just couldn't take staying at the apartment any longer (cabin fever, despise it). So I came home, and it was good. Finished the second sock, too.
Today, I went back to my school to hang out with my guy friend, who still doesn't have an appropriate nom-de-plume (or should it be, nom-de-blog?), and it was a lot of fun. We rented a movie (Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist, I don't recommend it, but it was good for today), and got a pizza (A supreme, of all things. I never thought as a kid I would like supreme pizza, but today I just didn't want much meat.) Then we laughed and groaned at the movie, and talked, and...cuddled? He put his arm around me, sitting on the couch, it felt nice. I showed him the socks, which I am quite proud of, and we walked around campus for an hour, holding hands, talking, and enjoying the day. (Good thing, too, because tomorrow the weather is going to stink.)
Then, after our date (Small digression: I'm having such a hard time adjusting to this new terminology. Outing/hanging out=date, physical contact=cuddling, do I really have to use these terms to be clear about what we're doing?) I hung out with Julie, the wonder roommate, for a while. She likes to clean on Saturdays, and today she also decided to bake brownies. So we had lemonade and brownies, and discussed life and what makes a good friend. I mopped the kitchen and my bathroom afterward, feeling helpful to the cause.
Now, I'm back at home reveling in being myself for the moment, and avoiding reading a certain epic poem that should have been read two weeks ago. However, if that hard and consistent work is to ever get finished, I may as well start it now. (Suddenly I'm questioning the grammar of the sentence above, dang it all.)
Thanks for listening,
Greene