Bye bye Midterms, Hello Lack of Stress
Well this is really fucking relaxing, in an "I don't know what to do" kind of a way. Two of my suitemates are away, Alysha all weekend and Donny for today and tomorrow. I also just finished my last midterm.
Can I just say
THANK FUCKING GOD. The last two weeks have been the busiest and definitely, by far, the most stressful of my life. I have spent every single day studying in my free time, usually five or more hours a day. And now I'm sitting here in a warm common room, not surrounded by index cards or binders or with headphones in my ear listening to and memorizing gregorian chant, leisurely updating my livejournal. I gotta say, it's pretty nice. Not the livejournal part, but the not having to do the rest of it part. It's kind of weird that I have nothing to do, actually, and I am a bit peturbed by this fact. Theres like this nagging inside of me, this "what should you be doing right now?" Fuck that, though. It's thursday. Thursday's my friday. All I have left his choir and then it's party city for this chica. I will most certainly be royally fucking myself up every night of this weekend. This is a warning, liver.
Aside from being productive in the academic universe, I have also been productive in my creative universe. I chatted with Sharon on tuesday about moderation, and it sounds like it's going to go just fine. My board will be James, her, and Arthur. Arthur's really on my side, too, so I'm not too worried at all. I'm actually a little excited.
And, I suppose aside from that I've just been doing the regular things college students do- attending Hannah Arendt Conferences, posing naked in a graveyard for the cover of the independent newspaper on campus, handing out hard cider in Olin to trick-or-treaters, and dressing like the world's largest slut for Halloween. You know, the usual.
Can I just say
THANK FUCKING GOD. The last two weeks have been the busiest and definitely, by far, the most stressful of my life. I have spent every single day studying in my free time, usually five or more hours a day. And now I'm sitting here in a warm common room, not surrounded by index cards or binders or with headphones in my ear listening to and memorizing gregorian chant, leisurely updating my livejournal. I gotta say, it's pretty nice. Not the livejournal part, but the not having to do the rest of it part. It's kind of weird that I have nothing to do, actually, and I am a bit peturbed by this fact. Theres like this nagging inside of me, this "what should you be doing right now?" Fuck that, though. It's thursday. Thursday's my friday. All I have left his choir and then it's party city for this chica. I will most certainly be royally fucking myself up every night of this weekend. This is a warning, liver.
Aside from being productive in the academic universe, I have also been productive in my creative universe. I chatted with Sharon on tuesday about moderation, and it sounds like it's going to go just fine. My board will be James, her, and Arthur. Arthur's really on my side, too, so I'm not too worried at all. I'm actually a little excited.
And, I suppose aside from that I've just been doing the regular things college students do- attending Hannah Arendt Conferences, posing naked in a graveyard for the cover of the independent newspaper on campus, handing out hard cider in Olin to trick-or-treaters, and dressing like the world's largest slut for Halloween. You know, the usual.