Shut Out The Sun
On a perfectly gorgeous day like today, I spend 5+ hours in a tiny, dimly lit hell hole.
Between today and Friday, I logged in a whopping SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS in the darkroom working on catching myself up on photo shit. Two rolls of film processed, nine 8x10 prints made, and a helluva lot of songs played on my mp3 player.
All day long I've felt strangely productive, yet I've still had this looming pit-in-my-stomach anxious feeling... I've felt unsettled. Not sure why. But this week is such a big week for me academically... a group presentation that spans Tuesday and Thursday, a final draft essay due tomorrow, plus the in-class workshop of said essay on Thursday. More meetings with professors, that looming research project for Senior Seminar that I've started collecting sources for but have not gone through. Madness. Absolute madness.
Did I mention it's Greek Week this week? So add several fun Kappa Delta-shaped events to the mix, and you'll find me a very busy girl. So much so, in fact, that I really don't even want to think about it.
I'm too out of it to work on my essay tonight. I've been up, out, about, and on my feet with barely a moment's rest since 7:00am, and I'm barely functioning.
Recuperation + Bullshit = my final draft of Essay #2 tomorrow morning.
Night night, love you, see you in the morning
-Jinxycat-
Between today and Friday, I logged in a whopping SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS in the darkroom working on catching myself up on photo shit. Two rolls of film processed, nine 8x10 prints made, and a helluva lot of songs played on my mp3 player.
All day long I've felt strangely productive, yet I've still had this looming pit-in-my-stomach anxious feeling... I've felt unsettled. Not sure why. But this week is such a big week for me academically... a group presentation that spans Tuesday and Thursday, a final draft essay due tomorrow, plus the in-class workshop of said essay on Thursday. More meetings with professors, that looming research project for Senior Seminar that I've started collecting sources for but have not gone through. Madness. Absolute madness.
Did I mention it's Greek Week this week? So add several fun Kappa Delta-shaped events to the mix, and you'll find me a very busy girl. So much so, in fact, that I really don't even want to think about it.
I'm too out of it to work on my essay tonight. I've been up, out, about, and on my feet with barely a moment's rest since 7:00am, and I'm barely functioning.
Recuperation + Bullshit = my final draft of Essay #2 tomorrow morning.
Night night, love you, see you in the morning
-Jinxycat-