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Dear Lord have I had a shitty weekend.
After a death thursday of staying up until 6 in the morning to finish my terrible art history paper, after skipping two classes and basically sleeping through the next two, I went home for a well deserved nap.
I was gloriously woken up by my friend who had come to tell me that our history paper wasn't due the next friday but monday. How gracious. I had to manage to research and write a 12-14 page paper for monday.
i ran to the library to find out that a good dozen of the books that would have been useful were already taken out. Some asshole there must be doing a project similar to mine.
Being the little desperate rabbit that I am, I called my parents to tell them what was happening. Hearing them made me really nostalgic. I then for some reason reminded myself that I had been feeling terribly lonely. I had to let them go if I wanted to prevent a total break down in the library.
Saturday was more boring reading and notetaking.
There was a little highlight though. I was invited to go see twelfth night, and to my surprise, Frasier was in it. It was great to see him again.
My sunday was spent right in front of this computer. I wrote and ate rice the whole day.
This went on all day all night until 6:30 in the morning when I rested for an hour. I then went to classes, notably math which I haven't been to in a week. I finished my paper in the computer lab and handed it in on time.
When I was finally home, I had some scrambled eggs.
I then decided to take a good nap to even out my sleep deprivation.
It is now 2 in the morning and I just woke up from my beauty sleep.
I really hope I'll be able to get back onto my usual schedule because this one sucks.
I must say that the one thing that has kept me going, something I am a bit embarrassed about, is Iron and Wine. Our Endless Numbered Days has been so comforting.
After a death thursday of staying up until 6 in the morning to finish my terrible art history paper, after skipping two classes and basically sleeping through the next two, I went home for a well deserved nap.
I was gloriously woken up by my friend who had come to tell me that our history paper wasn't due the next friday but monday. How gracious. I had to manage to research and write a 12-14 page paper for monday.
i ran to the library to find out that a good dozen of the books that would have been useful were already taken out. Some asshole there must be doing a project similar to mine.
Being the little desperate rabbit that I am, I called my parents to tell them what was happening. Hearing them made me really nostalgic. I then for some reason reminded myself that I had been feeling terribly lonely. I had to let them go if I wanted to prevent a total break down in the library.
Saturday was more boring reading and notetaking.
There was a little highlight though. I was invited to go see twelfth night, and to my surprise, Frasier was in it. It was great to see him again.
My sunday was spent right in front of this computer. I wrote and ate rice the whole day.
This went on all day all night until 6:30 in the morning when I rested for an hour. I then went to classes, notably math which I haven't been to in a week. I finished my paper in the computer lab and handed it in on time.
When I was finally home, I had some scrambled eggs.
I then decided to take a good nap to even out my sleep deprivation.
It is now 2 in the morning and I just woke up from my beauty sleep.
I really hope I'll be able to get back onto my usual schedule because this one sucks.
I must say that the one thing that has kept me going, something I am a bit embarrassed about, is Iron and Wine. Our Endless Numbered Days has been so comforting.