December-- I was on five different types of public transportation
today, not to mention 3 different cars. My mom woke me up at 8:15 and
drove me to the Metro, which I took to Union Station, where I boarded
an Amtrak train. My grandmother met me at Penn Station in NYC, and we
took the Long Island Railroad to Queens. My grandfather picked us up
and drove us to their house, where we spent about 3 hours, before he
drove me back to the subway. I took the subway to Times Square and walked
underground to the Port Authority bus terminal.
you realize that now, when people ask me "Have you ever been to
Times Square on New Year's Eve?" I can now say yes? Sure, midnight
is implied, but nonetheless I have been to Times Square on New Year's
Eve . . . at 6 PM.)
course, when I got to Port Authority, I had enough trouble finding the
ticket windows that by the time I got there it was 6:15. Consdering
my bus was scheduled to leave at 6:20, I was a bit panicked to see the
long lines. I realized that if I waited on line I'd have no chance to
make my bus, so my only option was a mad dash for the bus itself. I
ran in a direction that seemed like it might be familiar, and sure enough,
I found the Lakeland Bus gates. And
the big signs, "No tickets sold on board."
below that sentence were the words "Tickets may be purchased at
ticket windows or at any vending machine." Vending machines? Sure
enough, there was a vending machine right behind me, and despite the
fact that there was a man ahead of me using it, he kindly let me go
ahead when I explained my predicament. So I hastily entered the information,
swiped my credit card, waited for my ticket to print out, and ran for
the bus. I had a whole 45 seconds to spare before the bus pulled out.
I made it to Newton, and Rich picked me up and gave me a ride to the
Howerings', and I saw many friends, and eventually saw the ball drop.
And there was sparkling apple cider, and not much sleep. And that is
why the first entry for 2003, and tales of even greater transportation
woes, will be slightly delayed-- my eyes will no longer stay open!
December-- I spent a couple of hours on the phone today, much of it
on hold. First, I was trying to get the health insurance company to pay
one of the two $300+ bills resulting from my car crash in August 2001.
I thought it was all taken care of, until I got the letter in the mail
saying that they were going to take legal action against me to collect
the money. (Which, you know, wouldn't look so good on my credit record.)
So when I finally got through to Blue Cross Blue Shield, after being transferred
about 3 times, they told me that they never had this bill in their records
in the first place, and I should call the hospital to have them send it
if they want it paid. This would've been nice to figure out sometime in
the last 16 months.
I called Dell, where they told me that I could send my laptop in to
them, and they'd look at it and decide whether they'd cover replacing
my screen. Apparently they'd send it back to me on them if it's not
covered, which seems nice of them , and thus I'm going to doublecheck
if it's right. I'm pondering whether the likelihood of them fixing it
under the warranty is worth the hassle of being without my laptop for
3-4 days. Any input is appreciated.
called the bus company, to confirm that the several buses that I'll
be taking in the next two days will actually be running when I think
they will. I'm going into New York tomorrow morning, then into New Jersey
tomorrow evening for a New Year's Eve party, then back on a bus from
Sparta to Wayne, NJ on New Year's Day, then in my grandparents' car
all the way back to DC Wednesday night.
called a prof about a fireside, and a couple of landlords (I spent hours
looking at apartments online again today). And, yes, I even did an hour
of work-study, despite it having nothing to do with the phone. Hey,
I've got to stock up on productivity now, since I'll be gone for the
next 2 days.
you in 2003!
December-- And at the end of the day, I've accomplished nothing. Just
another day of watching football, but a pretty sad one in the end, although
of course Alex is more upset about it than I am. But for the first time
in my life, I can probably tell you who won all the games today, and who
all the playoff teams are. (Although for the life of me, I can't figure
out why Cleveland beat out Miami for the wild card when the Jets won,
but if the Jets had lost Miami would have beaten Cleveland for the wild
card. Football. Sheesh.)
try out my new smoothie-maker for the first time, though, to look on
the bright side of the day. Of course, I managed to put the stirrer
in the top backwards, resulting in it getting caught in the spinning
blades and cracked. It's only cosmetic damage, but boy do I feel silly!
I also learned that it is quite noisy. But the smoothies tasted good!
December-- I spent another hour doing work-study today. Only one hour,
you ask? Well... well... there were other important things that had to
be done! Like watching Trading Spaces! And football! (Yes, me, football.
I don't know what's become of me. Although I must say that I don't know
if I'll ever stop being irritated by watching plays happen and then the
referees coming out and saying, "That doesn't count because of some
random violation." It just bothers me. Penalities are so not cool.)
to have made no progress at beating the cold-- well, primarily, the
cough-- that's been plaguing me for days now. My throat isn't too painful,
which I'm quite grateful for, but it would be nice if I could get a
few moments' peace, especially when I'm trying to fall asleep, without
coughing. Ah, well, I'll live.
December-- Against the odds, I was actually pretty productive today.
Of course, it was channeled in the least productive of ways. So I only
made it through an hour of work-study data analysis on my computer before
deciding this site absolutely had to be updated. And what was the first
priority? Well, of course, putting old Deep Thoughts entries
from the Geocities server into this template. Then it was time to update
the Friends page, which is indeed something I've been meaning to do forever.
I tweaked some parts and left others for later, but I did go ahead and
finally put Malavika in. After all of that updating, I could finally get
around to writing a new Deep Thoughts entry.
people would say one hour of work-study and several hours of extensive
site updating don't equal a productive day. But I prefer not to pay
any attention to those people...
December-- Well, despite the calendar, today felt a good deal more
like Christmas than yesterday did, complete with more than 9 hours round-trip
driving. There were relatives, and a Christmas tree, and presents, and
a floor full of wrapping paper, and food, and my cousin MIchael, who I'm
realizing is really not a toddler anymore but actually a little a boy--
amazing. But now I'm tired, and shall say no more.
December-- White Christmases aren't all they're cracked up to be.
Especially if you live in a place like Maryland which, apparently, doesn't
understand the concept of plowing snow. At least not promptly.
is to say that we got up at 8:30 this morning, trudged through the thick
snow and slushy parking lot to the car, got out onto the road, slipped
and skidded around for 10 minutes at about 15 miles an hour, and headed
back. By the time the roads were clear, around noon, it no longer made
sense to drive all the way up to New York. So we're going tomorrow for
the Second Day of Christmas, Christmas Take 2, Boxing Day, or whatever
you want to call it.
it was a pretty uneventful Christmas, after all that, since we had our
nice dinner and our presents last night. We sat around, read the paper
and books we had gotten as gifts, and in the evening we watched some
of the hours of special features on the Fellowship of the Rings Extended
DVD set my sister got for Christmas.
now, it's time for me to go to bed, since we're getting up before 8
tomorrow to drive to NYC.
December-- We did our Christmas celebration tonight, since tomorrow
morning we're leaving to head up to NYC very early, and we won't be back
until Thursday night. It was sort of subdued, in that whole "don't-know-where-Dad's-next-paycheck-is-coming-from"
sort of way, and gifts were pretty minimal. But along with a book, a CD,
a framed copy of my picture with Paul, and my $5 dress, my parents got
me a smoothie maker, which I thought was pretty darn nifty. It was also
a complete surprise, which was good, since the running joke was that everyone
knew exactly what they were getting from everyone else.
we had a nice dinner tonight, opened presents in front of the burning
Yule Log on TV, and then wrapped presents and prepared food for tomorrow.
If the snowstorm that's supposed to conveniently cover our driving route
doesn't stop us, the plan is to get to my aunt and uncle's about 2,
eat, exchange presents, spend time together, and then my sister and
I will spend the night and the next afternoon at my grandparents' (my
mom's parents) while my mom and dad stay at my aunt and uncle's. Then
we'll pile back in the car and hope to get back to Maryland not too
late on Thursday.
until then, take care, everyone, and have a very merry Christmas!
December-- I got four Christmas cards in the mail today. Ah, these
good people, who dutifully sit around writing, addressing, and mailing
cards. Perhaps someday that will be me. The me of the present, on the
other hand, sent e-cards back to these four thoughtful souls. May I in
the future be a little less lazy!
also gotten the pictures back from a roll of film I got developed, and
I'm pleased. Not only does it have a couple of cute pictures of my cousin,
and a family shot, but loads of great pictures from Halloween, as well
as from when Matt, Katie, Derek, and I went downtown. (See Britt on
Katie's back! See Britt on Derek's back! See Britt on Derek's shoulders!
Can Britt see the parade now?) Many of the pics are quite scannable,
and will have to be put up shortly. And I should use a couple of them
in my Historianly Duties. (Yeah, yeah, I've failed at that thus far.)
December-- I saw The Two Towers today with my family, finally. It
was really good, although I liked the first one better-- which probably
has to do mostly with the books/stories themselves. I did think the Frodo/Sam/Gollum
interplay--and the character of Gollum/Smeagol itself-- was done very
well. And it was suitably dark and creepy and twisted. (I was also pleased
by how well they worked the lighter, comic relief bits into the generally
was interesting for me, since although I've read all the books in the
trilogy, I remember The Fellowship of the Ring far better than The Two
Towers, and thus was much less able to remember what was going to come
next or compare things to the way they were in the book. (Unlike my
sister, who came out saying all sorts of things like "Keeping the
Ring never occured to Faramir! It's a blight upon his character!"
Not sure if blight is exactly the word she was looking for...)
December-- Today we went shopping, and it was good.
two finds-of-the-year today. One was a very nice blue dress that fit
me perfectly that was on a clearance rack for $5. The other I can't
describe here, in case the person for whom it was bought stops by. Suffice
it to say that I think it may be the must amusing and unique gift I've
ever purchased. E-mail me or IM or comment or something if you'd like
me to tell you about it; I want to, or I think I'll burst!
to take care of some other gifts, too, which means that I need just
one more present by Christmas day, and two more (and I know what each
will be, I just need to pick them out) by the time I go back to school.
Not bad, eh?
and in the Toys R Us, shopping for my three-year-ld cousin, my sister
and I came upon this
amazing globe. It has pictures of animals and landmarks all over
the world, and you have a pointer you can use to select them. It can
give you information, play music from all different regions , teach
you words in different languages... I swear, Shauna and I spent 20 minutes
playing with it, and begged our parents to get it for Mikey. But it
was $70, and we're not quite in the financial position to splurge on
it for him now. I think we were most disappointed because it meant we
couldn't play with it at the house for the next few days!
December-- My goodness, today at work was so crazy and hectic! Not
only was it the last Friday before Christmas, and the place was busy all
day, but we had to finish up a special order of 600 Trio boxes of truffles,
each of which had to have a gold ribbon tied on by hand. They were supposed
to be done last night, and there were 150 to be done when I left; when
we got in this morning, there was a note from Andrew (who has a cute Scottish
accent, but is not the world's most responsible or thoughtful person),
saying "Can you finish the boxes? There are 103 more. And restock,
too." I don't know why on earth he couldn't restock when he closed,
but we certainly couldn't. With the crowds, the two of us needed to be
working both registers 90% of the time, and every spare second was spent
tying bows onto boxes. We couldn't restock the shelves, we couldn't go
out on the floor to talk to customers, we couldn't clean up the mess we
were making with little snips of ribbon everywhere. We had to keep ringing
people up, trying to keep the lines manageable, while trying desperately
to finish the boxes before they were picked up "between 2 and 3."
who was supposed to work at 2:30 was called in early at 1. I must say,
it didn't feel a bit less hectic, but I suppose more work got done.
That was the only way we managed to finish the boxes by around 2:15.
Then, at least, there were a few moments to straighten up, get more
stuff out onto the floor, and attempt to ring people up by hand. (Did
I mention that by this point, one of our registers, which had been acting
up all morning, was refusing to work? So one girl was on the phone getting
tech support for it, while I tried to deal with the ever-lengthening
lines by doing hand sales. Of course, we didn't have the key to the
register, so when I tried to make change, I had to wait for the other
register to open for a transaction.)
wasn't any less crazy when I left at 2:45, but another girl had arrived
so there would be three of them to take care of it. I shudder to think
how this weekend will be. I'm not back to work until Monday...
December-- I've had all these days this week with nothing to do all
afternoon, wishing I could somehow get more hours in at work, figuring
making money is more productive than watching random junk on TV. So of
course the day my boss asks me to work a few extra hours is the one day
I actually have somewhere to go. I worked from 10 until almost 5 today,
and thus arrived at the Wellstone office holiday party a bit late.
was up on the 9th floor of the Hart building, where I'd never been before,
in a room with huge windows showing a beautiful view of the Capitol.
There were all sorts of folks there, and though there were some sad
moments and definitely sad qualities to the event, it was much more
cheerful than the last time I'd seen everyone, at the memorial service
three weeks After. (Evidenced, perhaps, by the fact that people could
answer, "Good," "Well," or "Pretty good"
in response to the question "How are you doing?", instead
of solely "Okay," "I'll be okay," "Getting
by," or "Better.")
reminded me in some ways, although in others of course so different,
of the other annual office party in "Wellstonia" that I'd
been to, this year's summer barbeque. At that one, of course, Paul and
Sheila were there, mingling and chatting like everyone else. Paul was
a little late, I remember, because that was the day that he introduced
the amendment barring corporate tax evaders who relocate off-shore from
defense contracts. He was tremendous on the floor, going on and on,
and I had a huge grin on my face all afternoon. I kept ducking into
Brian's unoccupied office to peek at the TV and watch him. But he made
it back to the party to spend time with us all, hanging out with staffers,
interns, and family. He would've been at this one, too, if he could;
instead, people spoke of how happy and proud they were to have been
a part of the office, and prepared to finish cleaning out the office
this link about
the suicide event we went to the day I shadowed Paul on 16
July , which I wrote about on the day he
December-- A whole long day with no work and nowhere to go, hours
with nothing to do but plow through my Winter Break To-Do List. So much
time to accomplish so much.
this is me we're talking about. So despite a long list of things I wanted
to get done, I spent 15 minutes thinking about my senior thesis, and
maybe an hour looking at apartment stuff (which was not actually on
my to-do list, but I have to be generous in defining productivity, because
there's not much of it). I'm not going to list all the things I should
have and could have worked on; it's too depressing.
I spent 2 hours watching an E! True Hollywood Story on "Growing
Pains." (In case you're wondering, I don't think I ever saw a single
episode of that show.) I also watched a special on Sex in the City (nope,
haven't seen it either), a couple hours watching the Discovery Health
Channel, the second half of a very old version of A Christmas Carol,
a sports show, countless hours about Trent Lott, Janeane Garofalo talking
about Iraq (she rules!), and to top it off, a one-hour story about someone
who was born a boy and raised as a girl as a result of a circumcision
gone horribly wrong.
It eats up your life. It's dangerous, dangerous I say!
December-- Work was pretty crazy today, mad busy most of the time,
ringing up people who'd been waiting on long lines, barely getting a chance
to help or speak to anyone on the floor at all. I did get to work an extra
half-hour when the girl coming in after me was late; hey, every half-hour
counts, since work hours will be hard to come by after Christmas.
tomorrow I have off. Which means I can actually sleep in tomorrow morning.
my photo of me with Paul Wellstone today. Or rather, I got 5 copies
of it. My dad asked if they could make us 3, and Jen just ended up making
5. That's nice, because the photos are really important to me, so this
way I don't have to do the whole guard-it-with-my-life, hyperventilate-if-it-somehow-gets-misplaced
thing. My parents are going to frame one of them and give it to me for
Christmas, and I'll frame one and give it to him, as per his request.
the moment in the office the photo was taken, the whole summer, and
just Paul so vividly...
December-- My sister is taking finals this week. This has the practical
result of making me feel happy (aren't I a horrible person?) in two ways:
first, that I am done with finals. And second, that as bad as my study
habits are, hers seem noticeably worse. (Likewise with general tidiness
around the house... the apartment is such a wreck. I'm staying true to
my roots when my room looks like a disaster area, dammit!)
alarm's set for 9:30 again tomorrow. This morning I was so groggy when
I got to work that I forgot to give change to the first customer of
the day, shut the drawer, and wondered why she looked at me funny when
I gave her the receipt.
note: It seems my car accidents from the summer before last are actually
serving me well, after all. At least it feels that way when I hear from
numerous friends about early morning chauffeur duties. Nobody expects
me to drive them anywhere!
December-- Well, you (or I) can't say I did nothing today. I got up
at 10 and went to work for 5 hours, making myself some money along the
way. I got back a little before 4. Then I did nothing.
back into the swing of things at work pretty well, considering I'd been
gone 3 months and had worked all of about 25 hours there (total, not
per week!) over the summer. There are all sorts of cute, fun things
there for the holiday season! You know, maybe I'm a moron (yeah, I hear
you, "maybe?"), but it never occured to me until this morning
that the fact that I'll be spending hours in a chocolate store chock-full
of Christmas gifts, armed with an employee discount, might be useful
in my holiday shopping. Yeah, shut up.
was pretty busy today, although not "Aggggh, too hectic, everyone's
going crazy" busy. But busy enough that I couldn't sit down and
rest my legs while the store was empty, because there was no "while
the store was empty" after about 11:15. Hence when I got home afterwards,
I collapsed onto my bed for many hours. Hey, it's the perfect justification!
Why get up and do things when you can lie in bed, rest your legs, and
use your computer?
did I do today? Nothing.
up a little after 3, which isn't that late, considering that by the
time I went to bed last night, my body and my computer's clock (I should
change that) said it was 5:30, but the clock in the kitchen on EST said
waking, the only things I've done that could be considered productive
are eating, showering, and spending about 10 minutes browsing BN.com.
Unless you consider IM conversations or reading enjoyable materials
of both electronic and paper natures productive. I mean, sure, I could've
worked on a Protest article, or done reading or thinking about my thesis,
or gotten dressed and gone out to do some gift shopping, or straightened
up the house, or written a Deep Thoughts
entry for here. But why waste a perfectly good Saturday like that?
sure I'd get tired of lounging around like this eventually, but luckily(?)
I won't get the chance. I'm working at 10:30 tomorrow, and at 10 Monday,
Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. So I suppose I should get myself on a
sleep schedule that involves going to bed before 6:30 AM, no?
Luckily, my 12-2 exam today ended at about 1:30, which gave me time to
do all the things that needed to be finished before the cab came at 2.
Else it would not have been a pretty picture. But it all worked out, and
I split a cab to O'Hare three-way, which is a pretty good deal.
flying fears were worse than ever on the landing tonight. It was foggy,
so I couldn't see a thing out the window (and was sure the pilot couldn't,
either), and there was some turbulence on the landing, and I kept hearing
noises or feeling shifts in the plane that I was sure were horribly
foreboding. The thought usually crosses my mind that we might crash,
but I think this may be the first time I was actually surprised to be
alive when we landed. (One of these days, I'm going to have to act on
the "I'm going to die! Why haven't I given anything meaningful
to the world in my life?" thoughts that happen with every flight.)
now, my family's gone up to New Jersey (for the last time, before the
tenant moves in on Monday), and so I've got this apartment to myself
until Sunday evening. My plans for tomorrow? Sleep.
Dear God, I bought so much food today. It was quite insane.
In my end-of-the-quarter spend-bonus-bucks-before-they-disappear-into-the-abyss
splurge, the majority of which happened today, I've bought 28 granola
bars, 12 packages of sandwich cookies, about 30 bags of chips, 24 bottles
of soda, a $23 "coffee and peppermint gift set", about $35 worth
of loose candy, and at the end a box of 18 bags of Combos and a box of
10 Nutrigrain bars, neither of which I particularly like, but because
I couldn't think of what else to buy. Usually it's really simple-- I just
buy a box of 36 Butterfingers and a box of 36 Hershey bars (or a box of
Starbursts), and that's most of it right there. But this quarter, they
didn't have boxes of candy. And this is what happened.
other news, my room has now been rearranged to a rational, space-maximizing
design. Not only was the original layout ridiculous, but it was designed
solely so that my desk would face the window and I could look out when
I sat at it. Key words being "sat at it," something which
did not happen once the entire fall quarter. So thanks
to lots of hard work by Alex, as I stood around trying to push my end
of the bed with absolutely no results, there's all sorts of floor space
I packed all my stuff up for the journey home. Oh, yeah, and that studying
thing, too. For the exam tomorrow. I did some of that.
tomorrow night, I shall be far away from Evanston, not to return for
December-- I've been quite the good girl today. I finished The Great
Big Japan Book, I mostly finished cleaning my room (for the first time
this year, there are clothes hanging in my closet, instead of lying on
the floor of the closet waiting for hangers), I made a bold attempt to
try to sell some of my books at Norris and came back with $18.50 in cash,
I called home, I cleaned out my inbox and sent a number of e-mails I'd
been putting off...
I don't have anything more interesting than that to say. Sorry.
December-- I've had a pretty productive day.
pause for a second, shall we, and consider that I can call today productive
when I didn't start being productive until approximately 11 PM. Many,
many people in this world are in bed by 11 PM. But me? I'd been up for
9 hours, with 6 more ahead of me.
do much all afternoon besides carry on several IM conversations, although
I did send a few e-mails that were on my to-do list. I had my dining
services committee meeting at 5, got back near 7, spent a full two hours
debating with Colleen (on IM, of course! you don't think I would actually
talk to her face-to-face, do you? she only lives downstairs...), hung
out in Alex's room and kept him from much-needed studying, and got back
to my room right around 11.
but then I dutifully cleaned a large portion of my room, and settled
down to grind through the 450-page book I need to read for my Friday
final. I'll finish it tomorrow, along with hopefully taking care of
a dozen other errands on my to-do list.
thing I failed at, however, was calling home to wish my sister a happy
18th birthday. I meant to, really I did. I should've put it on the to-do
list! So Shauna, if you ever read this, happy birthday.
December-- Today was my big day in terms of exams and papers, so after
putting away my my linguistics final at 9 and taking a 2 hour nap, I spent
a couple hours revising my paper and trying to trim it close to the 7-page
limit. Then I spent the next approximately 4 hours studying for my
women's history final, getting more and more stressed and panicky as I
realized that I was quite incapable of writing essays on 3 of the 7 topics
we were given to study. It was up to chance whether or not I'd be screwed.
But to my immense joy, three of the four topics I was most confident about
were on the exam for me to pick two from. So I was very, very happy when
I first received the exam at 7 PM, and even happier by 9 when it was all
then? Then I lay on my bed, largely motionless, for about 7 hours and
vegetated. And man, was it good. Yes, I have plenty of things to do
this week (I made a to-do list!), including doing a whole half-quarter's
worth of reading to prepare for my one remaining final on Friday, but
it was just so nice to have this evening off, to relax without it being
procrastination since I wasn't attempting to do work. And now I sleep.
8 December (sort of)-- Yeah,
I fail. I'm aware. But since I got bed at 3:30 last night (ie, the actual
8 Dec.) and didn't fall asleep until 4:30, prior to this morning's 9 AM
final, I'm not apologizing for missing the update last night. I didn't
even think of it until it groggily floated into my head at the vicinity
of 4 AM, but I'm not sure I would have bothered even had I remembered.
did spend lots of time working on my paper yesterday, after finally
nailing down the topic at around 3 in the afternoon. It took me 12 hours,
but I got a first draft finished before bed.
that I'm back from my 9 AM final, I've got 8 hours before my 7 PM final
to study, seriously revise (yeah, my revising is always serious!) my
paper, and, oh yeah, compensate for the 4 hours of sleep I got last
night. In fact, the compensating sounds pretty good right now. See,
I'm writing this before I go to sleep!
7 December-- A day with such very different halves!
waking this morning at about 2ish, I was over at Norris by 3 to eat
and study. I spent more than 4 hours of pretty darn productive time
there, doing the majority of the work to prepare for my Women's History
final on Monday (the memorizing will come later). We got back at around
7:30, and after a bit of enjoying my very nifty Secret Santa gifts,
I settled down to do all the Linguistics reading for the second half
of the quarter, and by 10 I'd done all the studying that will be done
for that class.
then? Then I decided I needed to start on the paper that's due Monday.
But first, of course, I needed a thesis statement. If you read what
I wrote on Thursday, you won't be surprised about what happened next.
Yes, from 10 PM until now, 4:27 AM, I have been trying to come up with
an argument for this paper. There are some tricky things about it, especially
having to do with the fact that I'm not supposed to write about what
I've written about in earlier papers for the class. And the prompts
are designed to make you think about Big Ideas in recent Latin American
history, which is pretty much my primary academic interest, and so I'm
being way too picky. But still. There's no way it should be this
I'll really come up with the topic before I fall asleep. Really.
some fun with account ledgers and receipts at SOFO this afternoon, I headed
out with a large bunch of PARCers to the Adler Planetarium, where we got
to basically do whatever we wanted from 5-10 PM. There was a lot of nifty
stuff, including their spiffy digital interactive planetarium shows (in
which the major benefit of interactivity, it seemed, was to give us the
ability to control the direction our "spacecraft" was going,
and bump into the surface of Mars repeatedly). What does it say about
me that despite the plethora of shows (including a short but highly entertaining
3-D one), extensive interactive exhibits ("Booooooo." "Yaaaaaay!!!"
say the Peruvians), and fancy expensive equipment, the most fun part of
the evening for me was decorating a little gingerbread-man cookie with
icing and candy? All in all, though, it was quite enjoyable. (The cold
weather, not so much.)
you can see, I've decided to at least temporarily install a comment
feature here. Because, you know, they're cool. And everyone else has
got them. And despite this fact that this is a journal, not
a blog, I can have comments if I darn well please!
if y'all are as lame as I have a sneaking suspicion you might turn out
to be, I'll have to take this feature away.
don't be lame.
really amazing how much time I can manage to waste.
I turned in the paper that was due today (and tried to ignore the uncomfortable
fact that when I turned it in at 3:30, the mailbox was empty-- did I
mention I didn't know what time it was due?) I reminded myself of what's
next on my schedule: paper due Monday, two exams on Monday. Then I told
myself, "Britt, you need to get this paper out of the way so you
can study for the exams, because if the paper's not done you'll end
up working on it all weekend and putting the studying off, and you'll
be in trouble."
six hours-- six hours!-- procrastinating tonight. Lying in bed, looking
up random things on the internet (what are immigration policies for
Sweden, Denmark, the Netherlands? what schools in foreign countries
have graduate programs Americans can take? how far in miles and minutes
is it between my grandparents' house and Shannon's (2.5 and 4, respectively)?
what presents can I find for people at bn.com?), and running quickly
away from any ideas for a topic for the paper. The subject is close
enough to what my senior thesis topic will be, so obviously I
have to figure out my senior thesis topic before choosing what to write
about for this 5-7 page paper which is 20% of my grade. I eventually
gave up, e-mailed my prof with some questions, and decided to study
for one of my finals, instead. I spent 25 minutes studying before wasting
the rest of the night hanging out with friends.
well. If I keep on schedule for the rest of the weekend (ha!), this
wasted night won't hurt me noticeably. And it's nice to spend at least
a brief period of time without having a crappy paper in progress. But
tomorrow-- after I spend 6+ hours at the Adler Planetarium having fun,
that is-- I need to work hard. Really.
December-- Apparently, these chocolate-covered espresso beans work.
I was exhausted at 1:30, and now it's 4:15 and I'm still going strong.
That's good news, since they're about the only candy I can purchase at
Norris with my $80 in points and 20 meals. They're expensive, and they
taste kind of weird-- not bad, but weird-- but if they deliver the caffeine
to my bloodstream, I can't ask for much more.
course, I was reminded the hard way that being awake and alert doesn't
mean your mind necessarily wants to focus on your paper. Mine is still
not in good shape, despite hours of work on it. Sure, it technically
could be turned in, and I may just do that tomorrow if I decide I can't
handle any more revising, but it really doesn't flow well at all. I
think I have all the evidence in there for my argument, but despite
the fact that I know exactly what I'm arguing and how I can back it
up, I seem to frustratingly fail at laying it out for others (ie, my
prof) to see. Ah, well. Bed beckons.
December-- You know, I spent a whole 15 minutes in class today, and
I didn't have any meetings. Why on earth wasn't I productive?
I spent a little time this afternoon revising the paper I turned in
at 4, and tonight I did some outlining and wrote close to 2 pages of
the paper that's due on Thursday. But, y'know, I've had fourteen almost
completely free hours today. Somehow when reading week comes around,
procrastination and relaxation expand to fill up all the empty space
December-- This evening, I reminisced fondly about the process of
getting spit out of a french horn.
Katie suggested going over to Shannon and Tamica's, I thought, "That
far? At this time of night? In the cold? Are you crazy?" But of
course Katie is wise, and I was stunned by the effectiveness of taking
the shuttle, getting the three of us from door to door with minimal
outdoor time in about 15 minutes. (I was not quite so impressed by the
Escort Service's ride back, although they did arrive promptly at the
time they'd told us two hours before was the earliest they could get
us.) I need to remember this, that getting over to 1200 Simpson is not
so scary. Besides, I figure it gives me good apartment-visiting karma
that can somehow work to my benefit next year when I'm begging for visitors.
not going to talk about fun plane delays due to snow, or paralyzing
fears of plane crashes. You really don't want to hear it. Let's just
say I'm back in Evanston, and leave it at that.
And so I left my house for the last time today, at least potentially,
depending on whether my family ever moves back into it. But for the
next year, at least, it'll be Billie Jo's. It was odd looking at it
from the outside, where it already seemed so bizarrely not-ours, thanks
to the fact that the wild undergrowth of bushes and weeds that had obscured
the front of the house had been cleared, so that I could see places
on the walls that I swear I had never seen in 16 years of living there.
failed at getting work done today, I must admit, despite the fact that
I've had several hours in the car and a couple more since we reached
the apartment. I have no excuse, so I'm not going to even try. But if
I want this upcoming weekend not to suck in a serious way, I need to
get things done ahead of when they're officially due,
or else next Sunday night will really not be pretty.