whew
The next two weeks are going to suck, I've accepted it. I don't know how much money I'll be spending on coffee/other caffeinated beverages, but I'm guessing it's going to be in the range of "a lot" and "seriously, a lot"
Was up sitting in the Hayden lib until 5 am last night furiously making a draft of this final paper; I don't think time has ever passed so quickly. I would write write write, look at the clock and bam--half an hour gone. I guess it was hard to pack up and leave because the topic is so dense and I'm investing a lot of real ideas and core values in this paper. It's about music and identity, so...yeah. Technically it's supposed to be based on Ellison's essays but it's more like I'm using him to back my own idea, so I've taken away the limelight.
Anyway. Need to finish that draft tonight, read two books and start another paper. I feel so drained.
I might be in France this summer, if things work out. Hopefully they will. Part of me feels inspired and empowered to really kick ass and take control of my future, and the other part of me is just overwhelmed and in a state of constant paralysis. The two combined leave me feeling like I'm waking up from a deep Nyquil spell.
Walked around like a zombie all day--not that I was particularly tired (that will probably be tomorrow) but was just in an apathetic mood. The only time I really laughed was in the park; I was walking to the bookstore (to buy the books that I should have bought and read months ago) and hear someone running up behind me, but I thought whatever it's probably someone running by me/too tired to turn around and look for myself. The next thing I know, someone is grabbing me around the waist, and so of course Deb + unexpected physical contact/potential tickle = SPAZ, EEK, FLAIL
so then there is chaos and I'm almost on the ground, and I turn around and there is Billy who has fallen right on his ass and is sprawled on the ground with all the park goers staring at the two of us, and I started laughing hysterically. Silly Billy. Tried to pick me up but the everyone knows I am not one to be picked up...although Trevor managed to do it twice. Billy should ask him for advice.
So that was the only laugh of the day, but it was a good one.
This entry has been too verbose for its own good. Oh well, I'm warming up my fingers to finish up the draft. And...here we go.
Was up sitting in the Hayden lib until 5 am last night furiously making a draft of this final paper; I don't think time has ever passed so quickly. I would write write write, look at the clock and bam--half an hour gone. I guess it was hard to pack up and leave because the topic is so dense and I'm investing a lot of real ideas and core values in this paper. It's about music and identity, so...yeah. Technically it's supposed to be based on Ellison's essays but it's more like I'm using him to back my own idea, so I've taken away the limelight.
Anyway. Need to finish that draft tonight, read two books and start another paper. I feel so drained.
I might be in France this summer, if things work out. Hopefully they will. Part of me feels inspired and empowered to really kick ass and take control of my future, and the other part of me is just overwhelmed and in a state of constant paralysis. The two combined leave me feeling like I'm waking up from a deep Nyquil spell.
Walked around like a zombie all day--not that I was particularly tired (that will probably be tomorrow) but was just in an apathetic mood. The only time I really laughed was in the park; I was walking to the bookstore (to buy the books that I should have bought and read months ago) and hear someone running up behind me, but I thought whatever it's probably someone running by me/too tired to turn around and look for myself. The next thing I know, someone is grabbing me around the waist, and so of course Deb + unexpected physical contact/potential tickle = SPAZ, EEK, FLAIL
so then there is chaos and I'm almost on the ground, and I turn around and there is Billy who has fallen right on his ass and is sprawled on the ground with all the park goers staring at the two of us, and I started laughing hysterically. Silly Billy. Tried to pick me up but the everyone knows I am not one to be picked up...although Trevor managed to do it twice. Billy should ask him for advice.
So that was the only laugh of the day, but it was a good one.
This entry has been too verbose for its own good. Oh well, I'm warming up my fingers to finish up the draft. And...here we go.
posted by Deb Oh at 6:45 PM
1 Comments:
4:34 am and your friend naima just read your blogspot entry. all of it. off to bed i go. can you say:
PROCRASTINATE.
buenas noches. i will be a zombie in the morning.
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