Procrastination never felt so good (so good, so good, so good!)
My life has taken to revolving around midterms and willing myself to get through this week. Normally I'd be able to handle it, but two of my classes decided to make papers due the day of the midterm (honestly, what crack whore statanic Nazi DOES that anyway? It's quite possible the worst idea since neon camouflage, which is a contradiction in itself). I hope this semester doesn't count towards London, since the chance of screwing that up for myself is to much to bear.
So with that at stake, why am I wasting my time with this right now? Good question. I guess I feel that I'm entitled to some putzing around since I've been up since 6 this morning thanks to the urge I once felt to volunteer to DJ at the dance marathon. The shift I got wasn't too bad considering some people had to DJ at four in the morning. Ouch. Double ouch for those kids who found it in themselves to spend a full night dancing and somehow (God knows how) were still bursting with energy come 7 AM nearly 12 hours later. 7 AM DJing is not my thing, I've discovered, especially when the theme for that hour is country music and we have to play things people recognize, which usually means songs that aren't too good...anyway, in the end it was nice to walk through a completely empty campus during sunrise, which I guess in the end makes up for the early morning gig.
Backtracking...DJing on Friday was nice considering the DJs showed up this time and I got to take my respective intern position instead of radio station apocalypse provoker. Also,the rotation shelf is bursting with wonderful music to copy onto my computer...mmmm, free music.
Backtracking (even more): Thanks for the support on the comments from the last entry. The funeral and shiva went over all right, nothing much I really want to get into. Most interesting though was when all the family was over the house and our rabbi came to talk to us to find out info for the eulogy. Picture our new rabbi, still in good first impression mode for a congregation full of grumpy old people who booted out their last rabbi simply because he sweat too much (well other reasons too I'm sure...but it's entirely plausible that the main drawback was the sweat). My family, especially my grandmom, are an unconventional lot, so naturally the poor guy was a bit taken back with descriptions like "He loved to smell shoes before he bought them. And he always had around 17 pairs of shoes" "He used to take us to see the new models of cars as they were being unloaded from the trains...we'd have to look with binoculars and sneak onto the site" "Everything had to be green and brown. The house, everything" "He loved pineapple upside down cake". Obviously, this is not the entire portrait we gave him, but it's interesting how in the end it's your quirks that are remembered.
It was nice to get to see some people when I went home. Not so nice to sit in a train full of business men while reading "The Communist Manifesto" for Social Science...well, it was humerous at least. Thank God it's not the 50's, that's all I have to say.
So now it's just week in all it's Hellish Hellness, and after that one week of freedom to sleep and rest and forget all the things I'm paying so much money to learn. And visit Jess in Delaware, and then have her come visit me here, and then skip down Comm. Ave. hand in hand, whistling a merry tune. Because that, dear friends, is what you do in Boston.
Well, that's what I do at least.
So with that at stake, why am I wasting my time with this right now? Good question. I guess I feel that I'm entitled to some putzing around since I've been up since 6 this morning thanks to the urge I once felt to volunteer to DJ at the dance marathon. The shift I got wasn't too bad considering some people had to DJ at four in the morning. Ouch. Double ouch for those kids who found it in themselves to spend a full night dancing and somehow (God knows how) were still bursting with energy come 7 AM nearly 12 hours later. 7 AM DJing is not my thing, I've discovered, especially when the theme for that hour is country music and we have to play things people recognize, which usually means songs that aren't too good...anyway, in the end it was nice to walk through a completely empty campus during sunrise, which I guess in the end makes up for the early morning gig.
Backtracking...DJing on Friday was nice considering the DJs showed up this time and I got to take my respective intern position instead of radio station apocalypse provoker. Also,the rotation shelf is bursting with wonderful music to copy onto my computer...mmmm, free music.
Backtracking (even more): Thanks for the support on the comments from the last entry. The funeral and shiva went over all right, nothing much I really want to get into. Most interesting though was when all the family was over the house and our rabbi came to talk to us to find out info for the eulogy. Picture our new rabbi, still in good first impression mode for a congregation full of grumpy old people who booted out their last rabbi simply because he sweat too much (well other reasons too I'm sure...but it's entirely plausible that the main drawback was the sweat). My family, especially my grandmom, are an unconventional lot, so naturally the poor guy was a bit taken back with descriptions like "He loved to smell shoes before he bought them. And he always had around 17 pairs of shoes" "He used to take us to see the new models of cars as they were being unloaded from the trains...we'd have to look with binoculars and sneak onto the site" "Everything had to be green and brown. The house, everything" "He loved pineapple upside down cake". Obviously, this is not the entire portrait we gave him, but it's interesting how in the end it's your quirks that are remembered.
It was nice to get to see some people when I went home. Not so nice to sit in a train full of business men while reading "The Communist Manifesto" for Social Science...well, it was humerous at least. Thank God it's not the 50's, that's all I have to say.
So now it's just week in all it's Hellish Hellness, and after that one week of freedom to sleep and rest and forget all the things I'm paying so much money to learn. And visit Jess in Delaware, and then have her come visit me here, and then skip down Comm. Ave. hand in hand, whistling a merry tune. Because that, dear friends, is what you do in Boston.
Well, that's what I do at least.