all the girls are monsters
Things are getting rough. I've been having a much better time being at Vanderbilt now that I've gotten into my own groove and found the people I like hanging out with, but now the stress of school is building up again. I had four papers due last week, none shorter than 6 pages, so I thought I'd have time to chill for a bit, but no, unless I want to be doing everything over Thanksgiving (which I still will), I've gotta get my ass into gear.
I calculated that I have 40 more pages of papers to write total before the end of the semester. Somehow I managed to pick all reading, discussion, and writing-based courses, and will probably continue along that route since the things I like seem to require that. I think I'm going to be one of the few that sticks with the cognitive studies major, but I think it's interesting, so why not? Besides, even though I got less than half the AP credit I would've gotten at Georgia, I'm still doing pretty fucking well with credit hours. Now, hopefully I can keep my scholarships...
Anyway, I've been working hardcore on a psych research paper that requires me to use this SHITTY database through the Vandy libraries that times out after 15 minutes and won't allow me to save anything or bookmark it or e-mail it and has the worst search engine I've ever encountered. Earlier today, I worked in the Peabody library until my laptop battery died after 4 hours, then had a stress-eat, then ran 5.5 miles at the gym, grabbed dinner at Grin's, and took my ass to the chemistry building to plug in my laptop and search for more scientific studies. This is my breaktime. I've decided I'm staying here 7-11, so I've got a ways to go. This is my halftime stretch.
However, I was absolutely giddy when I turned on mytunes redux and found somebody who had THE SQUIRREL NUT ZIPPERS! Really, I almost clapped my hands in the middle of the library. I have had their Perrenial Favorites CD since forever, and it's one of my favorites of all time, and here we are, another CD for the taking. So, I downloaded that and about 200 other songs from people. I'm listening to the zips now, and I'm smiling, despite my stress. I don't know whether or not I deal well with stress. I work better and I feel better about life and myself when I'm busy and stressed out, but at the same time, I HAVE to bitch about it and I emotional eat, which in turn makes me feel like a fatass, which makes me more upset, which makes me eat more... It's okay, that seems to be the general consensus of the hall. We make Munchie-Mart Runs every night at like 10:30 before they close so that we can load up on chocolate and other shit we don't need to be eating. I'm addicted to the trail mix. I freaking love dried pineapple.
I'm hoping Ally is too stressed to go to the Ben Folds concert on Sunday, cuz I want her ticket.
I'm also trying to decide whether or not to go out this weekend. I have a Hustler article and 4 papers to write, this research to do, one more novel to read, and art history to deal with. Oh, and my sociology group project - fuck me. Anyway, I am tempted because my lover's frat is having a 1989 New Year's Party where they're going to play both 80s and 90s music, celebrate New Year's with kissing every 30 minutes along with champagne toasts, and 80s or 90s attire. Plus, there's a REAL tailgate for the Kentucky game and we're mixing drinks at 7:15 am before the tailgate in the dorm. Hmmmm... work, or play, or both?
I know this is the most boring entry ever, but it helps me put life in perspective. I feel more relaxed already. Now I can just enjoy my jazz and reading about the serotonin transporter gene-linked polymorphic region (5-HTTLPR) and other such delights.
Ooh, ooh! OK, so I got to unpack all of the oil paintings Roland Delcol shipped to the school and decide which ones I wanted to display in the art show, then I measured the 3 wall panels, figured out spacing and arrangement, then marked the walls, put in the nails, hung and leveled all the paintings, and helped plan the reception. Anyway, the artist is flying in from Belgium tomorrow morning and I will be hosting the reception in the gallery after his art talk, then going out to dinner with him and 7 other SVAC members for all-expenses paid filet mignon-style dinner at a fancy-ass place (how'd you like all the hyphenation?) Anyway, I'm so excited because this guy is internationally known and he's fabulous and I love his work. All his pieces are oil paintings in hyperrealism style. Hyperrealism is essentially a simulation of things that never really existed. Like, his stuff is all nude women in various settings (I love nude art) and is offensive to many who think it's vulgar or pornographic or meat market-ish, but they're just missing the point. Pornography is a perfect example [I wanted to get your attention]of hyperrealism because it's sexier than sex. The same with places like Disney Land, or with flavors of Gatorade like Blue Raspberry Ice. Get it?
One more thing: I'm addicted to Su Doku. Go to Borders a buy a book of them and be nerdy with me.
I miss my favorite boy. 8 days. 2 of which are weekend days, though I'll be doing more work then than during the week... I shouldn't have gone to open studio so much this week. Said boy should miss me and love me back for that. ;)