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fucking amazing weekend at princeton. lost the game, but who cares? it's us, we always lose. played in the fountain, got to see ireland friend, watched the sox lose big time (which clearly blows, but they've obviously redeemed themselves by now. i've pretty much waved goodbye to my gpa because of this week's ALCS schedule...), got drunk in a major way like i haven't since this summer. broke the 2-year no puking streak (the last time being in hilary's sink, sophomore year), but drank THROUGH the sick like a champ. won one, lost one beirut game. didn't have to sleep on the floor. came home feeling only mildly slutty, but very drowsy.
I own this week. Tied series, an excellent supplemental scriptwriting at Jo's tonight (looking to tap freshmen in the dirtiest way possible. i.e. stealthily, and solely for the purpose of taking over my job).
i stop owning this week on thursday, when i will inevitably be up until at least 2 writing this week's script, then have to haul it to an 8AM bandboard meeting. After class 1-2:30, 2:30-3 meeting with my Capstone advisor, and a 5 pm job app deadline, i will have to buy and prepare food for about 100 people.
Friday. 4pm bbq, 6pm rehearsal. then, clearly, sleeping.
Saturday. 7:30 AM call time. this was MY idea? out until at least 5, probably later. then old english party! rife with hate poles, mead, and vikings!
Sunday. brunch. Scriptwriting.
Monday: 2 Potential Lit assignments due. Why 2? because i didn't do last week's.
First Joyce paper due Tuesday. Have I even READ Portait? No. clearly not.
Usual 4:30PM Tuesday poetry deadline. I'm supposed to be writing every day. For the most part, i've been writing only on Tuesday afternoons. This should tell you something about the quality of the work I've been turning in. Publishable? Hardly.
Linguistics problem set due Thurs.
Old English paper due Friday. I'm supposed to have 5 pages of stuff to say on 5 lines of poetry in a language I just learned. It's not even about the poetry, it's about the scribe who wrote the poetry down. And it's not exactly like I can just call the guy up.
Um, what happened to planning the Penn trip? And job apps? And grad school apps? And who wants to be the other half of my halloween costume? And I swear there was a social life in there somewhere. Although not really, because nothing ever works out in my favor. History repeats, and all that.
I own this week. Tied series, an excellent supplemental scriptwriting at Jo's tonight (looking to tap freshmen in the dirtiest way possible. i.e. stealthily, and solely for the purpose of taking over my job).
i stop owning this week on thursday, when i will inevitably be up until at least 2 writing this week's script, then have to haul it to an 8AM bandboard meeting. After class 1-2:30, 2:30-3 meeting with my Capstone advisor, and a 5 pm job app deadline, i will have to buy and prepare food for about 100 people.
Friday. 4pm bbq, 6pm rehearsal. then, clearly, sleeping.
Saturday. 7:30 AM call time. this was MY idea? out until at least 5, probably later. then old english party! rife with hate poles, mead, and vikings!
Sunday. brunch. Scriptwriting.
Monday: 2 Potential Lit assignments due. Why 2? because i didn't do last week's.
First Joyce paper due Tuesday. Have I even READ Portait? No. clearly not.
Usual 4:30PM Tuesday poetry deadline. I'm supposed to be writing every day. For the most part, i've been writing only on Tuesday afternoons. This should tell you something about the quality of the work I've been turning in. Publishable? Hardly.
Linguistics problem set due Thurs.
Old English paper due Friday. I'm supposed to have 5 pages of stuff to say on 5 lines of poetry in a language I just learned. It's not even about the poetry, it's about the scribe who wrote the poetry down. And it's not exactly like I can just call the guy up.
Um, what happened to planning the Penn trip? And job apps? And grad school apps? And who wants to be the other half of my halloween costume? And I swear there was a social life in there somewhere. Although not really, because nothing ever works out in my favor. History repeats, and all that.