Art history is a waste of time.
I could be doing such interesting things with my time right now--like sleeping. How infinitely interesting is that compared with reading 40 pages of "art historical" drivel and then writing a 4- to 5-page essay SUMMARIZING it? Fook.
So no sleepies for Kristina tonight. It's been a long day--it started at noon and hasn't stopped yet. Four-hour rehearsals kick my ass, and I had my editing to do at The Trail tonight (from 10 to 2), and now I'm up all night to read this damn Art History crap and write this crappy crappy essay.
No rest once it's done, either. Class from 9:30 to 12:20, then a meeting with my supervisor and a doctor's appointment, not to mention a piano lesson, and then rehearsal from 6 to 10 again. Ugh. I'm getting more tired just thinking about it.
On the bright side, I am getting paid well for my editing job. AND I get to be senior copy editor. Hooray for me. *pats self on back*
So no sleepies for Kristina tonight. It's been a long day--it started at noon and hasn't stopped yet. Four-hour rehearsals kick my ass, and I had my editing to do at The Trail tonight (from 10 to 2), and now I'm up all night to read this damn Art History crap and write this crappy crappy essay.
No rest once it's done, either. Class from 9:30 to 12:20, then a meeting with my supervisor and a doctor's appointment, not to mention a piano lesson, and then rehearsal from 6 to 10 again. Ugh. I'm getting more tired just thinking about it.
On the bright side, I am getting paid well for my editing job. AND I get to be senior copy editor. Hooray for me. *pats self on back*