Die, paper, die.
I would just like to say that I hate writing research papers. I'm a slow paper-writer at the best of times, but when you add to it the fact that I despise doing research, it isn't a pretty combination. Odd that I hate research, since I love libraries and reading, but there you have it. This particular torment is a paper on Luciano Berio, contemporary Italian composer. He did some electronic music stuff and some weird voice stuff and a bunch of other weird stuff. (I'm not a big fan of out-there stuff, and he's definitely out-there for me. Give me Debussy, Hindemith, even Stravinsky...I can handle them.) It's due Monday. I've written less than 2 pages. This is bad.
I just want to go back to the happy little world of Carmen. (Well, if you call a love triangle with an obsessive murdering tenor happy...). All I had to do was sing. And figure out how to put on stage makeup. I miss it already.
Just one more month...one more month, then I will be home free (until fall, anyways).
In other news, I discovered a few weeks ago that I can catch Gilmore Girls reruns at 3pm on one of the cable channels, which made me insanely happy. I love that show. I want Lorelai's hair. I also want Luke. Or maybe Jess. Mmmm. I also found JAG reruns, but that isn't quite as exciting, since I already own most of JAG on DVD. Still, good to know.