who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished on the morning star?
As will surprise NO ONE, the last 24 hours have seen yours truly turn into a magical ball of stress and anxiety over the process of course registration for this semester. There were a number of issues that I've been fretting over, pretty much all of which have finally found resolution. There are a few things I'm still anxious about, but will probably work out in the end.
I've actually spent the last hour or so fretting over one particular decision- which of two seminars to take. One looked like it would be more fun but more work, the other less on both accounts (but I know very little about the syllabus, while I was able to study the other one's at length). So I sit here in an AGONY of indecision... when I click 'refresh' on the listings of courses from the registrar's site. Within that period of wangst, the last spot in Potentially More Fun class got filled. I LAUGHED ALOUD and took it as a magical sign that I should just sign up for the other course and promptly did so.
I am SUCH a real live grad student now! I have classes and an ID card and EVERYTHING.
I have the most ridiculous series of reactions to decision making. I fret and worry and stress out for AGES until I finally force myself to step up and in a fit of terrified productivity, I DO IT. As soon as it is done, however, I run SHRIEKING in the other direction and avoid having to think about it for as long as possible... until the evil Stress Monster sneaks up behind me again and starts poking me again until I go through it ALL OVER AGAIN.
RRAGH. Whatever. I shall soon be off to the fabulous Uptown Theatre in DC to see The Dark Knight with Andrea and the Js, none of whom have seen it yet. I haven't been watching any of the DNC, as it all seems like too much for the poor, fragile flower that is my sanity right now. I have, however, been watching The Daily Show's coverage of said convention, which I think is the best means of coping with ANY major news event.
I have been waiting for this poster two arrive for TWO WEEKS now. I NEED MY WALL ART, people.
LE SIGH.
What a thrilling look into my mind today this entry has been. I blame it on stress, drizzly weather, and lack of awesomeness in my life at present.
To make it up to you, were y'all aware that Jason Street was Hugh Grant's old bandmate in Music and Lyrics? Were you aware that he's the other guy sporting AMAZING EIGHTIES HAIR and like.... DANCING in a very WHEELCHAIR FREE WAY????
I feel much better now.
I've actually spent the last hour or so fretting over one particular decision- which of two seminars to take. One looked like it would be more fun but more work, the other less on both accounts (but I know very little about the syllabus, while I was able to study the other one's at length). So I sit here in an AGONY of indecision... when I click 'refresh' on the listings of courses from the registrar's site. Within that period of wangst, the last spot in Potentially More Fun class got filled. I LAUGHED ALOUD and took it as a magical sign that I should just sign up for the other course and promptly did so.
I am SUCH a real live grad student now! I have classes and an ID card and EVERYTHING.
I have the most ridiculous series of reactions to decision making. I fret and worry and stress out for AGES until I finally force myself to step up and in a fit of terrified productivity, I DO IT. As soon as it is done, however, I run SHRIEKING in the other direction and avoid having to think about it for as long as possible... until the evil Stress Monster sneaks up behind me again and starts poking me again until I go through it ALL OVER AGAIN.
RRAGH. Whatever. I shall soon be off to the fabulous Uptown Theatre in DC to see The Dark Knight with Andrea and the Js, none of whom have seen it yet. I haven't been watching any of the DNC, as it all seems like too much for the poor, fragile flower that is my sanity right now. I have, however, been watching The Daily Show's coverage of said convention, which I think is the best means of coping with ANY major news event.
I have been waiting for this poster two arrive for TWO WEEKS now. I NEED MY WALL ART, people.
LE SIGH.
What a thrilling look into my mind today this entry has been. I blame it on stress, drizzly weather, and lack of awesomeness in my life at present.
To make it up to you, were y'all aware that Jason Street was Hugh Grant's old bandmate in Music and Lyrics? Were you aware that he's the other guy sporting AMAZING EIGHTIES HAIR and like.... DANCING in a very WHEELCHAIR FREE WAY????
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I feel much better now.