i have one month left.
no WAY is it almost the end of april.
oh, shit. I'm leaving a month from today. oh, shit. I'm not ready to go! For so many reasons, I'm not ready to leave.
spent two hours outside doing a little work today. I now have a mild sunburn and a long outline for the Feargal essay. I have a bunch of resources, so the only part left is the tedium of writing twelve pages about it. and the only disadvantage of having a laptop outside was that the sun far outshone the screen's brightness and it was hard to see.
I think I'll take a break from slow Pragmatics progress to work on expanding my presentation for Máire's class tomorrow. I've still that essay to write, as well, and maybe one for archaeology. Also more IRB-related scrambling. Boys always enter the life just when one has no time for 'em. Perhaps it's all part of the charm(?) of the stressy parts of my life. I get four months of nothing and suddenly everything is crashing together in one week of insanity. We have the last TradSoc monday session of the term tomorrow, and the AGM (annual general meeting, where they elect a new committee [board]) -slash-consumption-of-leftover-PaddyFest-Beer on Wednesday. I wanted to get a haircut Tuesday morning. Thursday I'll probably head to Kielys at night for the session. One of my two Máire classes (unfortunately, the earlier one and the one I'd rather skip) is cancelled Friday, and Peter was saying he wanted to have a TradSoc BBQ on the last day of term (Friday).
A-ha -- suddenly it dawns on me why I haven't been hungry for the past two days, and won't be until the end of the week, I'm sure. Stressssssss.
Good to know before I start getting worried about not eating for a week.
Though Steph brings up a valid point. I completely spaced on the whole quiet hours during exams thing. If I have a party and am caught, I'll be fined. This means either that I keep it way quiet or move it somewhere else. I guess we'd have to go to a bar in town, which just isn't ANYWHERE near as fun because I wouldn't be hosting or cooking or anything. But if it's the only way to have a party, then I'll do it.
oh, shit. I'm leaving a month from today. oh, shit. I'm not ready to go! For so many reasons, I'm not ready to leave.
spent two hours outside doing a little work today. I now have a mild sunburn and a long outline for the Feargal essay. I have a bunch of resources, so the only part left is the tedium of writing twelve pages about it. and the only disadvantage of having a laptop outside was that the sun far outshone the screen's brightness and it was hard to see.
I think I'll take a break from slow Pragmatics progress to work on expanding my presentation for Máire's class tomorrow. I've still that essay to write, as well, and maybe one for archaeology. Also more IRB-related scrambling. Boys always enter the life just when one has no time for 'em. Perhaps it's all part of the charm(?) of the stressy parts of my life. I get four months of nothing and suddenly everything is crashing together in one week of insanity. We have the last TradSoc monday session of the term tomorrow, and the AGM (annual general meeting, where they elect a new committee [board]) -slash-consumption-of-leftover-PaddyFest-Beer on Wednesday. I wanted to get a haircut Tuesday morning. Thursday I'll probably head to Kielys at night for the session. One of my two Máire classes (unfortunately, the earlier one and the one I'd rather skip) is cancelled Friday, and Peter was saying he wanted to have a TradSoc BBQ on the last day of term (Friday).
A-ha -- suddenly it dawns on me why I haven't been hungry for the past two days, and won't be until the end of the week, I'm sure. Stressssssss.
Good to know before I start getting worried about not eating for a week.
Though Steph brings up a valid point. I completely spaced on the whole quiet hours during exams thing. If I have a party and am caught, I'll be fined. This means either that I keep it way quiet or move it somewhere else. I guess we'd have to go to a bar in town, which just isn't ANYWHERE near as fun because I wouldn't be hosting or cooking or anything. But if it's the only way to have a party, then I'll do it.