Work work work
Seriously, I don't know what my problem is. I've basically done NOTHING all day. I went shopping to buy ice cream, and I took a four hour nap (after waking up at 2 pm, whee) and... the only productive thing I did all day was order a prescription refill for my prozac (so basically I don't get more pills until December or so, and I only have one left... yay, that should be fun).
Here's what I have left to do before Tuesday:
~My sociology paper (wtf, 5 pages SINGLE spaced? Ugh.)
~Draft of my 101 composition (theme and three variations for piano)
~Practice conducting the Bach chorale
Here's what I have to do before the end of November (aka ASAP)
~Ireland stuff... basically:
*Finish the online application
*Recieve my transcript (already sent for it)
*Write a statement of purpose
*Give the letter of recommendation forms to the two teachers I already emailed, and get them back
*Get the guy to email me back about the course planning thingie, which I have NO idea what to do about, and figure out who the hell I should talk to about it (I thought Jeffrey, since he's my major advisor, but I really have no clue)
*Host institution preference form... what the hell IS this? Way to go, nonhelpful website
*Get passport photos
*Find my goddamn passport!
Wow. And then, before Christmas, I also have to transcribe a song for a fellow UCDLJer, called "We're So Far Away" by a group called Mae. It shouldn't be DIFFICULT; just time-consuming. She's offering $20 for my efforts, but I'm figuring it'll be worth more than that... I don't think she realizes how difficult transcription really is. Serioiusly, ask any music major at this school, and I bet they'd refuse or ask WAY more than $20... and you have to have a REALLY good ear to be able to do it.
Ugh.
I don't really know why I'm complaining. I don't know what I want. I guess today's just a bad day or something. I'm cold, overworked, tired, and angry because the neopolitan ice cream kept falling on me whenever I opened the freezer and Katie is completely underfoot and annoying because she doesnt like Dental Diet. So sue me, I'm trying to get you to have better breath. But then I accidentally stepped on her, and she yowled and got angry, so I got angry and kicked her across the room sort of... and I feel really badly about that.
Whatever. I know no one wants to read depressing stuff, so I'll stop.
Here's what I have left to do before Tuesday:
~My sociology paper (wtf, 5 pages SINGLE spaced? Ugh.)
~Draft of my 101 composition (theme and three variations for piano)
~Practice conducting the Bach chorale
Here's what I have to do before the end of November (aka ASAP)
~Ireland stuff... basically:
*Finish the online application
*Recieve my transcript (already sent for it)
*Write a statement of purpose
*Give the letter of recommendation forms to the two teachers I already emailed, and get them back
*Get the guy to email me back about the course planning thingie, which I have NO idea what to do about, and figure out who the hell I should talk to about it (I thought Jeffrey, since he's my major advisor, but I really have no clue)
*Host institution preference form... what the hell IS this? Way to go, nonhelpful website
*Get passport photos
*Find my goddamn passport!
Wow. And then, before Christmas, I also have to transcribe a song for a fellow UCDLJer, called "We're So Far Away" by a group called Mae. It shouldn't be DIFFICULT; just time-consuming. She's offering $20 for my efforts, but I'm figuring it'll be worth more than that... I don't think she realizes how difficult transcription really is. Serioiusly, ask any music major at this school, and I bet they'd refuse or ask WAY more than $20... and you have to have a REALLY good ear to be able to do it.
Ugh.
I don't really know why I'm complaining. I don't know what I want. I guess today's just a bad day or something. I'm cold, overworked, tired, and angry because the neopolitan ice cream kept falling on me whenever I opened the freezer and Katie is completely underfoot and annoying because she doesnt like Dental Diet. So sue me, I'm trying to get you to have better breath. But then I accidentally stepped on her, and she yowled and got angry, so I got angry and kicked her across the room sort of... and I feel really badly about that.
Whatever. I know no one wants to read depressing stuff, so I'll stop.