So continues the countdown
Well, its 8:45a.m. and I am on day two of don't leave the department until my poster's done. I would be on day 3, but Joel and Abby made me go to the Artist Guild for a bit of a break. I still feel guilty because theoretically I would be done now if I hadn't gone, but in practice, I would have just died without that break, so I am thankful to have friends to look after me. I saw Mike Austen at dinner last night and he said that he'd pray for my work and my presentation, since he had one he was praying about, as well. Now, I'm not sure if that's technically legal since I am presenting stuff that most people who are religious would disagree wholeheartedly about...but I'll take all the help I can get.
I spent the night in the department again. This needs to stop. When I'm too tired to make the trek to the townhouses from here, I really am too tired to be doing anything but laying down wherever I am. But, honestly, the departmental couch is wonderfully comfortable, and since I had my coat I wasn't cold or anything. It was kind of nice.
The poster must be done by 2. That gives me a bit over 5 hours to get it finished. That's about how much work I have left, I figure, so all is good. And I can't wait until it gets printed off. I may offer to crack a beer with Bill (that's the guy who is doing the printing, hence it has to be done by 2 so he can do that and give it to me before he leaves for the day.) He's a wonderful guy and I owe him my life right about now. I'm killing time now so that I can go up and see what the rough draft looks like. I hope to God the formatting is all acceptable and that you can see the pictures, because otherwise my ass is grass. Well, I do know how to fix it should that be the case, but I'm a bit ahead of schedule and so I want things to work out.
Visions of a nap this afternoon thrill me to death. A nap, under blankets, in my bed. I haven't been in my bed since last Wednesday before I went to Cincinnatti. I spent time at Kirk and Randy's (whose dogs didn't stop annoying me all night one night because I didn't sleep in bed with them...and who wouldn't stop wiggling on me when I did sleep in "the master's bed" with them) and the one night that I didn't stay here in the department I slept with Joel. Not that I will complain, his sheets are label (because he is a label whore) and I will admit wonderfully comfortable. He also has this blanket that is so soft, all you want to do is be naked so more of it can touch you. Granted, that was not our sleeping arrangement, but cuddling makes me happier than anything in the world. Having the time to just lay with someone and feel close to them is wonderful. Knowing you have people willing to cuddle (that aren't my mom and dad...they can't get me to stop touching them when I come home) is just as wonderful. It's not a sexual thing at all, like many people try to make it. It can turn that way, but its not.
Regarding that last paragraph and the touching my mom and dad...that sounded weird. I will explain. I think one of the biggest problems with college, and prep school if you went there for high school (not me, but still), is that there isn't enough physical contact. People are so damned worried about the sexual harassment, as well as being professional, and being sexual, and just in general being macho college people, that there is no physical contact. It makes you feel disconected from the world. I need/want/love physical contact in my life because I have always had it. I still go home, and if my mom is on the couch, plop right next to her on the couch and curl up. This proves difficult because I have my mother's hips, and couches are generally not made to support 2 child bearing females sprawled out next to each other. But, its still just so safe feeling. So...nurturing, maybe?? I guess mostly just really comforting.
Anyway, I like to cuddle. That is why my two favorite people are frickety frog and happy bear. Those stuffed animals can be left alone for days, and are still perfectly willing to be my personal pillow arm wrap-arounders. Yay for them, and yay for the people who are close enough to me to give me successful arm wrapper-arounders!! Yay Katie, Kayla, and Missy!!
Okay, that was my break, wish me luck because I won't get another one until its done!
I spent the night in the department again. This needs to stop. When I'm too tired to make the trek to the townhouses from here, I really am too tired to be doing anything but laying down wherever I am. But, honestly, the departmental couch is wonderfully comfortable, and since I had my coat I wasn't cold or anything. It was kind of nice.
The poster must be done by 2. That gives me a bit over 5 hours to get it finished. That's about how much work I have left, I figure, so all is good. And I can't wait until it gets printed off. I may offer to crack a beer with Bill (that's the guy who is doing the printing, hence it has to be done by 2 so he can do that and give it to me before he leaves for the day.) He's a wonderful guy and I owe him my life right about now. I'm killing time now so that I can go up and see what the rough draft looks like. I hope to God the formatting is all acceptable and that you can see the pictures, because otherwise my ass is grass. Well, I do know how to fix it should that be the case, but I'm a bit ahead of schedule and so I want things to work out.
Visions of a nap this afternoon thrill me to death. A nap, under blankets, in my bed. I haven't been in my bed since last Wednesday before I went to Cincinnatti. I spent time at Kirk and Randy's (whose dogs didn't stop annoying me all night one night because I didn't sleep in bed with them...and who wouldn't stop wiggling on me when I did sleep in "the master's bed" with them) and the one night that I didn't stay here in the department I slept with Joel. Not that I will complain, his sheets are label (because he is a label whore) and I will admit wonderfully comfortable. He also has this blanket that is so soft, all you want to do is be naked so more of it can touch you. Granted, that was not our sleeping arrangement, but cuddling makes me happier than anything in the world. Having the time to just lay with someone and feel close to them is wonderful. Knowing you have people willing to cuddle (that aren't my mom and dad...they can't get me to stop touching them when I come home) is just as wonderful. It's not a sexual thing at all, like many people try to make it. It can turn that way, but its not.
Regarding that last paragraph and the touching my mom and dad...that sounded weird. I will explain. I think one of the biggest problems with college, and prep school if you went there for high school (not me, but still), is that there isn't enough physical contact. People are so damned worried about the sexual harassment, as well as being professional, and being sexual, and just in general being macho college people, that there is no physical contact. It makes you feel disconected from the world. I need/want/love physical contact in my life because I have always had it. I still go home, and if my mom is on the couch, plop right next to her on the couch and curl up. This proves difficult because I have my mother's hips, and couches are generally not made to support 2 child bearing females sprawled out next to each other. But, its still just so safe feeling. So...nurturing, maybe?? I guess mostly just really comforting.
Anyway, I like to cuddle. That is why my two favorite people are frickety frog and happy bear. Those stuffed animals can be left alone for days, and are still perfectly willing to be my personal pillow arm wrap-arounders. Yay for them, and yay for the people who are close enough to me to give me successful arm wrapper-arounders!! Yay Katie, Kayla, and Missy!!
Okay, that was my break, wish me luck because I won't get another one until its done!