It's getting to the point where the apartment--not "my apartment"-- is feeling less and less like the place where I live and more just like an empty room. The shelves are all pretty much empty, the bric-a-brac is gone, and the walls are increasingly bare. There's only a few of the larger, more cumbersome things left hanging, which I'm avoiding ( Read more... )

Figures that I'd go out in a blaze of glory. I've been up all night studying (sort of) for my last final, which happens in about three and a half hours ( Read more... )

I'm working on the second essay for my take-home final. It's supposed to be about critiques of consumerism.

This is my thesis paragraph:

Critiques, Condemnations, and Other Delusions of Grandeur The 1950s in America brought with them the Baby Boom, a booming economy, and booming hydrogen bombs. Booming was very much in style at the time. ( Read more... )

I feel pretty good, which is quite an accomplishment after a day that started out pretty not-so-good. Just one of those Murhpy's-Law kind of mornings. Cold shower, couldn't find anything, missed the bus, yaddayadda. It got me started on a monologue or whatever you might call it that I was writing in my head for the better part of the work day ( Read more... )

one paper down, one to go.

It's weird. After tomorrow I'll be in the home stretch. Five weeks left.

I'm trapped in Canto XIX of hell.

send help.

I think this may have been the most productive day I've had all quarter. Not only did I take a midterm (no real clue how I did, but signs point to "didn't get fucked too hard"), I had a tasty sandwich for lunch, knocked out a good chunk of research on my consumerism project--hopefully all of it, but that kind of depends on a chat with my prof, and ( Read more... )

Ok, so that wasn't so bad.

Afternoon class canceled. This is/was good, as I had a chance to knock out some research for the project that's due on Friday. It's kind of scary how good I am at using the library's microfilm collection.

But now I'm gonna sleep.

Midterm in 48 minutes. Did not sleep last night except for a few catnaps circa 12:30ish.

Fortunately I've been in this situation before.

I'll stop procrastinating tomorrow.

I work too hard. This much is true ( Read more... )