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31 March-- Classes. Bleh. Although I did learn today that my Spanish prof has a bilingual parrot named Bucky Badger which can whistle "On Wisconsin."

Lots of baseball today, including a chance to watch the Yankees play on ESPN. It's funny, I've been paying so much attention to Coney's progress that I didn't follow them much during Spring Training (not that that's the most interesting time to watch or anything). I'm kind of glad I tuned in too late to see Derek Jeter writhing on the ground with a dislocated shoulder for 10 minutes. But, umm, Clemens pitched well!

30 March-- Apparently Chicago doesn't have a monopoly on wacky weather. Yesterday it was nice warm weather, probably around 60, and we took a comfortable walk without jackets. This morning, I woke up to see huge flakes of snow drifting past my window. It had covered much of the ground by the time we hit the road, but luckily it didn't delay my flight, so I made my way through the friendly skies with 75 years' worth of Oscar-winning movie music in my ears and landed in Chicago early.

What on earth would we do without The Onion? This issue's packed with absolutely great stories; U.S. forms own U.N., Dead Iraqi would have loved democracy, and the Point/Counterpoint: This war will destabilize the entire Mideast and set off a global shockwave of anti-Americanism/No it won't are just a few. There's something about times like these that make good humor and satire so satisfying and appreciated. As much as it's not a laughing matter, sometimes you just need to laugh...

29 March-- 12 hours from now I'll (hopefully) be in the air somewhere over the midwest, on my way back to Evanston for who knows how long?

This afternoon my family drove into DC to the see the cherry blossoms around the Tidal Basin. Unfortunately, this was also apparently the plan of everyone else within driving distance, so it took us a half-hour to park, and then every few steps on our walk around, we had to move off the sidewalk into the mud to get out of the way of yet another person trying to take a picture. It was quite nice, though, actually. The cherry blossoms were pretty, although they're not at their best quite yet, so they're kind of a dull soft pink instead of being as vibrant as they are in the best photographs. We visited the Jefferson Memorial, which is nice from the outside but pretty blah, and the FDR Memorial, which I'd never been to before and quite liked. You follow a pathway that traces Roosevelt's life (well, mostly his presidency), full of waterfalls, a few statues, and lots of quotes chiseled on the walls. The World War Two section, with its chaotic design suggesting rubble and FDR quote ending "I hate war," was particularly impactful.

I've been doing some work-study before I go to sleep in a last effort to feel productive, but in the end, I think it's okay. No, I didn't get as much done over break as I should've, but I did do some things, and I needed the chance to relax. The only thing I really regret is not getting an article for the Protest written or even conceptualized, but perhaps I can magically pull that together in the next few days.

28 March-- How the hell is it Friday night? Do I seriously only have one day of spring break left?

I wasn't feeling well today, so I lounged around a lot, reading and watching TV. I watched as much Trading Spaces and Surprise by Design and Perfect Partner (a very odd show, I must say) and Buffy as war coverage, though, so I'm getting a little more back to normal. Although my dad rented a couple movies and tonight we watched "Michael Collins," so I did watch a couple hours of war, it just happened to be from 80 years ago and in Ireland instead of live from Iraq.

Okay, I'm utterly exhausted, so I think that's my signal to put away the computer and turn off the light...

27 March-- Well, I've watched less war coverage on TV today than any other day this week, so I've got to get credit for that, don't I?

I still haven't gotten enough done, though, unless getting some excellent-fitting jeans (which is damn hard to do, since the ones that fit at the waist are almost always way too long) for $9 counts as productive. I still have a Protest article to write, but I keep putting off even coming up with a topic, and I whiled away hours which would've been better spent doing work-study. I did manage to do some reading, but not enough.

God, how boring do I sound? Yes, this must be the most thrilling spring break ever. Just be glad I'm not moping about war at the moment...

26 March-- Yay for being moderately productive! Not only did I spend more than two hours on work-study, but I sent two of the approximately six e-mails I need to send, wrote this journal entry, put up my poems from this past quarter, and did some more reading about Nicaragua. Overall, a good pace, although watch for that to be knocked to hell when I proceed to celebrate what I got done by accomplishing absolutely nothing tomorrow or Friday.
25 March-- Grrr. So much more should've been accomplished. I'd planned to write a long ranting journal entry about war today, but TV coverage of said war as well as celebrating my mom's birthday sucked away all of my time. And that time ought to go to stuff like work-study and writing my Protest article (now taking topic suggestions), anyway.

'Twas a good, if unproductive, day regardless. I think my mom had a good birthday, and if any of the different things I did to try to make it so helped, I'm very glad. The reward is not always in thanks, but in the knowledge of what you've done and the sight of what it accomplished.

As for tomorrow? Maybe I should impose a strict time limit on how long I can watch TV. Of course, I suppose I'd have to actually follow it for that to work.

24 March-- I've checked off all of one thing from my long spring break to-do list. Really need a better pace than this!

The good news of the day is that I was pleasantly surprised by my grades. Apparently there was a curve in astronomy; I never heard anything about it, but this may be because it was mentioned in one of the approximately 2/3 of the classes I missed.

Check out the blog of Salam Pax from Baghdad.

23 March-- Quite a busy day.

We made excellent time driving up to New York City, only spending about 4 hours on the road, and were at the hospital bright and early in the afternoon to see my aunt and my two-day-old cousin Kathleen Beth. So tiny and soft and cute (at least when she wasn't scrunching her face up to wail). I still like little kids better than babies, but there's really something special about a newborn...

We went out to a late lunch/early dinner with my grandmother afterwards, and somehow got into one of those discussions about politics that we try to avoid with her. It was rather disturbing, though, as she schizophrenically (in the colloquial, not the technical sense, as I should probably say MPD-ly) tried to reconcile conflicting information from those who she relies on for opinions by first arguing vehemently everything she'd been hearing from Rush Limbaugh and Bill O'Reilly about how great and important this war is (displaying an absolute inability to process other arguments, such as my dad's point that France had much more to lose economically by opposing the U.S. than to gain, instead simply saying "No, that's wrong," and moving on), and then utterly illogically saying, "But I'm against this war, I'll go with the Pope on this one," despite arguing bitterly against us that the war is exactly what we should be doing. She followed that up by querying that although people say that Islam isn't really a violent religion, "What if we're wrong?" (I won't even tell you what she said later about the blacks "changing history" in all the textbooks.) Arguing with her sometimes very genuinely and deeply depresses me about the future of humanity.

We finally dropped her off and picked up Shannon, and after a baffling conversation with my parents about living in Queens in which my sister and I looked at eachother and shrugged, we subjected her to a 5 hour car ride, including a good 3 hours of one of my family's favorite car games which involved a great deal of off-key singing. Sorry, Shannon!

Anyhow, she's in the other bed/couch in my room now trying to get some sleep before the alarm goes off early, so I should probably finish up so that the light from my laptop stops disturbing the darkness.

22 March-- Please tell me I'm not the only person who didn't know that you can get alcohol for free in first class!

So after getting up bright and early to reach O'Hare in time for my 11 AM flight, I found that they weren't sure if they were overbooked, and I volunteered to be bumped. It turned out they didn't need it, but they didn't know until the very end of boarding, and so they ended up assigning me to a first-class seat.

"Ooh, nifty!" I thought, remembering once being upgraded to business class on a flight back from San Francisco and getting some decent food. It's only a two hour flight, but they offered lunch-- the problem? "Chicken fajita salad, or ham and salami sandwich?" Damn. So I just looked longingly on as my fellow first-class passengers had what looked like delicious food, cursing the lack of vegetarian options.

When we landed in DC, I was telling my parents about the experience. "Oh, did you have any alcohol?" my mom asked. "No way ," I said. "I wouldn't pay $5 for a drink." Then she asked me if I'd seen any of the other passengers paying for their drinks, and I had to admit that the couple across the aisle from me who got their wine glasses refilled twice never did seem to pay the flight attendant; I just assumed they'd do it at the end. This was when I was informed that alcohol is in fact complimentary for first-class passengers. "But... but... the announcement! They said over the loudspeaker that drinks cost $5! They never said anything about it being free for anyone..." What kind of an airline assumes that people flying first class would know something like that without being confused by the announcements? How dare they expect that people in first class actually bought a first-class ticket and know what that entitles them to?

So, yeah. I may never fly first class again, and all the perks I got this time were leg room (and come on, it's me, it's not like leg room is something precious and valuable) and having my soda in a glass instead of a plastic cup. It's rather sad, really. It's not just not getting the alcohol (although a free glass of Bailey's would've been mighty nice), it's the realization of my utter stupidity. Sigh.

21 March-- Shock and awe. The images of those tremendous fiery explosions billowing up into the night sky, shown over and over and over again, reminded me in a very visceral way of the pictures from September 11th. Graphic images, bursts of fire, no death that you can see but the knowledge that the sick fireworks show means death. Seeing it over and over again until you're nauseous and you want it to stop, wondering why they keep showing the pictures while knowing that this sort of spectacle is irresistable for TV networks.

While people were dying in Iraq today, I was busy running errands, using my bonus bucks up to the last 31 cents, returning about seven million (or maybe 14) library books and taking out four, and coming back and packing. I really have no excuse for not getting my room thoroughly clean (although I did straighten up), since I had plenty of free time. In any event, I'm ready to head home bright and early tomorrow morning. I'm setting my alarm for 7:30, which is, goodness, 3 1/2 hours away. I ought to sleep now, huh?

20 March-- Finally done! Yes, my paper sucked, but I turned it in, and I don't have to do any more schoolwork for a little while now. It feels so odd to be able to relax and breathe.

I went to the campus anti-war rally today. It does feel so futile and useless, but at the same time like it's something that has to be done. One of my favorite cheers: "Support our troops-- bring them home." There were at least 80 or so people (at least by my admittedly rough estimate), and a lot of them were going to the downtown Chicago rally at 5, but I was scheduled at NSP from 2-5 (and honestly, was probably too tired to have gone in any case). But the Chicago protesters definitely had an impact! They shut down Lake Shore Drive, got covered on CNN, and were shown live for long stretches on the local ABC station.

13 American and British soldiers confirmed dead so far, plus an undetermined number of likely civilian casualties in Baghdad. (Plus Iraqi soldiers? Who knows?)

On a lighter note: Coney had a good start today! "No one's saying it just yet. That doesn't mean, however, that most people aren't thinking it. But after watching David Cone pitch Thursday night at Thomas J. White Stadium, it's hard not to imagine the veteran hurler being given the keys to the fifth spot in New York's rotation."

19 March-- Well, at least I did well on one of my exams, the poli sci one tonight. However, I'm fairly sure that I've squandered that, as my leisurely night of editing and improving my paper has turned into 9+ hours of watching war (okay, really a little bombing and a lot of waiting around and talking) on CNN with not nearly enough work accomplished. Why did they have to decide to start the war tonight and distract me?

Seriously, though. It sucks. None of the Iraqis and Kuwaitis and soldiers and journalists I've seen on TV tonight should have to die, but any of them could at any moment. It's sad and depressing. I'll be more profound later, when I'm not utterly exhausted.

18 March-- The good news is that I've realized that I can turn my poli sci paper in on Thursday and only lose 2%, which I think I'll earn back several times over, between the improved quality of my paper and the extra studying for my two exams tomorrow. (The other good news is that I took two exams today and turned in my poem revisions, thus getting three of five classes behind me.)

The bad news? Well, I spent my study breaks tonight looking at polls, among other things. There's a whole long rant about the war that'll come sometime soon when I have the time to write it, but here are some numbers that I found very striking and sobering:

(Favorable view of the U.S. in '99/'00: Favorable view of the U.S. today)

Britain 83%: 48%

France 62%: 31%

Germany 78%: 25%

Italy 76%: 34%

Spain 50%: 14%

Poland 86%: 50%

Russia 37%: 28%

Turkey 52%: 12%

Thank you, Dubya. There are so many things I have to thank you for, but I wouldn't want you to get too overwhelmed, so we'll stick with just your destruction of goodwill and positive feelings towards our country in the few short years since you took office. At least for today.

Tomorrow's going to be a hectic day; wish me luck.

17 March-- I'd love to put up a cheery St. Patrick's Day entry here, but as I'm stressed and overtasked out of my mind and we're going to war, cheery is hardly the mood of choice.

I still like an idiot didn't manage to get much work done until after dinner. And then after I got to Norris and remembered about Dubya's speech, I had to hang around there through and after the speech, getting distracted by the TV. Between Norris and the library, though, I was out of the dorm for 9 straight hours, which is a lot for me. And despite my brilliant failure to realize that although a T-shirt and sandals was a good choice for the sunny 72 degree weather on the walk to Norris at 5, it might not be so great 9 hours later after the temperature'd dropped more than 30 degrees, the wonderful Colleen provided me with a sweatshirt for the walk back. (It didn't stop my bare toes from freezing and turning a frightening shade of purple, but you can't have everything.)

Why am I writing this? I have to be up in 4 hours, and there are a ton of things that desperately need my every waking hour. Damn, damn, damn. The next 48 hours are not going to be pretty. (And then we get war! Yay!)

16 March-- I was part of a candlelight vigil today, 100-150 of us standing along Sheridan Road by the Arch holding candles. It was beautiful and amazing. Even though it's probably utterly useless, as it looks like we're right on the brink of war, it still felt meaningful in some way-- if for no other reason than to communicate somehow to the people of Iraq that there are people around the world who are thinking about them and care about them, and to connect all of us to eachother and remind us we're not alone. Yes, I know, there are plenty of rallies, but I'm a sucker for the beauty of glimmering candles in the darkness. And it was such an amazing concept, too; a rolling cycle of vigils around the globe, candles being lit for peace at 7 PM in one time zone and then the next and then the next. It may not mean a thing to anyone who wasn't a part of it, but it meant something to me.

15 March-- Goddammit all. I can just tell that this string of days of being frustrated about not getting enough done will continue until I finally finish up my exams on Wednesday. Ah, Wednesday. Part of me is thinking, "Oh, only a few more days until this is over!" The other part is thinking, "Dear god, so much to get done in just a few short days..."

I spent hours this afternoon trying to work on my paper and getting nowhere, churning out all of maybe a page-and-a-half. Eventually I just gave up, since I figured that instead of panicking and thinking, "I've really got to get this done or I'll never get a chance to start studying," I should actually do the studying and actually accomplish something. I did get a moderate amount done, so it wasn't like it was a totally wasted day, but goodness, avoiding completely wasting my days isn't good enough at this point!

14 March-- Well, I took care of two applications today, and I've got two more to e-mail tomorrow. The trip to the post office to mail them was actually rather nice, as it gave me an excuse to be out in the gorgeous weather.

Cool news of the day: my work-study prof was impressed by the analyses I brought in today, and he thinks he might want to publish a paper on them, with me co-authoring it!

I went to the observatory tonight for extra credit for astronomy, and it was actually kind of fun. I got a chance to see Jupiter and the Moon, which were really cool. But the best part was that of the people there-- it was a public viewing session-- there were these two little girls, one around 6 years old and the other maybe 8 or 9, and their father. They were absolutely adorable, thrilled to be there and bouncing all over the place, and their father would keep telling them all sorts of things about astronomy to which they'd respond with these cute childish expressions of awe. It reminded me so much of how my dad was when my sister and I were younger, and it really made me smile so much. (And distracted me from these ridiculous older men, in their late 50s or 60s, who were so full of themselves because they knew some things about astronomy, being so condescending to the young female astrophysics student working at the observatory that I wanted to slap them.)

I did not accomplish anywhere near as much as I should've today. You're shocked, I know.

13 March-- So I went to the registrar's office today, and sure enough, I have to pay $10 if I want a transcript ready for tomorrow. So I grudgingly pay up, and on my way into town to go to Barnes and Noble, I bump into Katie. For whatever reason, I'm babbling to her about how tomorrow I have to pick up the transcript and photocopy it and then mail it, and she interrupts and tells me that my official transcript is going to be sealed, and if I unseal it then it won't be official anymore. Oh.

So I continue on my merry way to Barnes and Noble to use my $10 gift certificate from my credit card on the last day before it expires. Grab a book, not too hard, right? Well, this is me. I think if someone told me that there was a baby in a burning building outside, and I had to pick a book quickly and then go rescue it, I'd say, "Oh, wow, I'd better hurry," and then pick out my book in 20 minutes, if I was lucky. But no burning babies, so this time took an hour-and-a-half. I'mso ridiculous. I eventually ended up grabbing a book I'm going to need for one of my classes next quarter, and a Godiva chocolate bar so I could push it over the $10 limit and thus end up paying 64 cents.

Anyhow, I went ahead and paid the registrar another $3 to get another transcript to send, and tomorrow I'll be running around trying to get all of this internship stuff faxed and postmarked by the deadlines. It was an odd day work-wise. I didn't accomplish a thing until after dinner, really not until about 7. Then I was really damn productive until 2 or 3. And after that? No. I guess I got a tolerable amount done, but I'm seriously going to have to focus tomorrow.

12 March-- Oy. So much more to do. I seriously may go off the deep end here. I'm Britt; I'm not supposed to have to work hard for a whole week and a half without time to procrastinate!

I really didn't get as far as I should've tonight. Sure, I went through 10 books and marked with Post-Its what chapters I can use for my paper, and eliminated 3 other books. But that's not the same as writing out my specific thesis and coming up with a rough outline, which was the plan for tonight. Plus, even though I've finished my essay and cover letters for various internship applications, I still have to physically print those out and address them tomorrow. I'm not sure where the time is supposed to come from.

Oh, and I may have fucked something up, with my simple assumption, "Oh, a transcript? They just have to print that out, a day should be plenty of notice." As I have not requested one yet, and it has to be postmarked on Friday, I may be screwed. Or have to pay an obscene amount of money. Stay tuned.

11 March-- So I'm at Osco Liquor today, and I give the guy at the counter my ID. "What's your birthday?" he asks, and I tell him "January 23" and think that he probably isn't the right person for this job if he can't read the date off my license, and he has to ask, "What year?" before I realize what he's doing. He follows that up with, "So where in New Jersey are you from?" I'm not sure how well exactly he'd be able to catch liars with that one, though, since when I answered, "Sussex County-- it's way up in the north," he responded, "Oh, is that near Atlantic City?"

We had another Peace Project meeting today, with an awesome turnout, and took up the $25,000 question, Michael Moore or Noam Chomsky? We're seriously pretty ridiculously split on it. Moore came out ahead by a nose-- it really is a hard choice, and I definitely see all the arguments on both sides. Hopefully we will actually get funded and it won't all be a moot point.

I went to the library afterwards for a couple of hours, and got a lot done, which means that I probably should be spending more time there in the next week, despite how much I like my computer and my bed and not walking. I can tell that this is going to be the most challenging finals week since I've been at Northwestern, and it's not fun. I feel like I'm already behind and will slip even farther back with every minute I waste. I didn't get half of what I wanted to get done tonight, and it's really frustrating.

Oh, and freedom fries? The stupidity of this country and its politicians boggles the mind.

10 March-- Sigh. I spent way too much time on that paper. Pretty much all day yesterday, with notably little procrastination, and then after going to bed at 6 I set my alarm for 11 this morning and got up and got back to work. I plugged away until 3:30, when I took a much needed break and went to NSP, and between that and dinner I wasn't back to my room until 6:30. That's when the procrastination kicked in, but somehow I managed to finish the thing by 11 in time to e-mail it by the midnight deadline. And despite all that work, I have the sinking feeling that it sucked.

Since then? My time has been absolutely wasted. Oh, sure, I'm really starting to get the capitals of European countries down-- quick, Ljubljana? Chisinau? I also amused myself by creating this representation of the lovely 2026 Maple, for your viewing pleasure:

(No guarantees that any dimensions are particularly accurate, as #1: I've only been there twice; #2: I am bad about dimensions in any case; and #3: even if I knew them perfectly, I'd still have to manage to draw them accurately.)

But yeah, if you noticed, neither of those things were on my to-do list. No, my to-do list tells me that I really really have to prepare internship applications to be sent ASAP, that I need to do serious work on my poli sci paper since the prof is leaving town on Wednesday and won't be able to check his e-mail until Sunday, and that if I can't find something else to do I could really clean my room and do laundry.

That's when I tell it to shut up.

9 March-- It's 6 AM. I've spent almost 18 hours in a row on this paper, the rough draft isn't quite half-done, it's going to suck, and I have to finish it by midnight tonight. Oh, and I'm getting a cold. Bleh.

8 March-- And we've finally signed our lease! Alex and Colleen and I trekked downtown today in the chilly rain that turned to snow, and after signing and initialing about a dozen times, we are now the legal occupants of 2026 Maple starting 1 June. We've known we've basically had the place for a while now, but it's quite satisfying to have it officially taken care of. I'm really very pleased. When we almost took 1918 Maple, I felt, "Oh, this is an acceptable place," but I wasn't happy and excited the way I am about this one. Between the value of it for the price, and the fact that I'm really fond of the apartment itself (it has character! and plenty of nice living space), I don't have any regrets, which is a nice feeling. I'm glad that everything seems to be working out so well.

I've done hours of work on this paper today, but not nearly enough. I've been distracted all day by various things. We signed the lease in early afternoon, and there was a Peace Project meeting at 4. After some confusion, which involved an unnecessary trip to Norris (although it did mean that I got to visit DM and contribute a whole $2 to the cause, so I'm glad that I went), I had an absolutely delicious spaghetti dinner courtesy of Scott and Colleen, and hours later, yummy crepes as well. And on top of the time-wasting that at least had a point, I spent plenty of time playing these map games, which are great fun, although they only work on PCs. Incredibly entertaining, and you can actually convince yourself you're being productive as you learn where Moldova is and what's the capital of Uzbekistan, but they really don't help with writing papers.

Of course, I shouldn't be writing this, either. I should be working on my paper or sleeping. But this is me, what do you expect? Sigh...

7 March-- So much of note today! (And so little of it, alas, having to do with how much of my paper's been written. Although I guess it's good that I didn't accomplish notably little, either.)

I purchased two money orders today, for a total of $877. I wanted to take the full amount out of the ATM, but it wouldn't let me, so I just took out $440 in cash and headed to the post office, worrying the whole time that I would be mugged. Sure, it would be odd to be mugged in Evanston in broad daylight, but no one ever said I wasn't paranoid. Anyhow, I got a money order from there, and on the way back, found myself somehow compelled to enter two futon/furniture stores (expensive! damn, I'm certainly buying used) and two liquor stores, because I was in that sort of wandering mood. Then when I got back, I was trying to find a way to get a second money order, since Alex needed one too but was downtown all day, and ended up going to Lasalle and getting one very simply and for free. It would have been nice to know about that in the first place! (My own fault, of course.)

My laptop is home now, and after an hour or so of trying to restore it, I finally got back into Windows to find all documents intact-- phew! And speaking of my laptop...

I made an appointment over e-mail to buy a used monitor from another student for $15 to hook up to the laptop as the screen gets more unusable. But when I went over to his apartment today to pick it up, I was explaining my story, and the guy (who buys and sells and puts together computers as a business) offered to let me trade this laptop for one he has. It's an HP, and while it isn't as good as this computer, it seems to be within the range of normal, decent computers, and it has the distinct advantage of not having a broken screen (or being connected to a bulky desktop monitor). So I kind of have three choices: buy a cheap monitor and have a computer the quality of my current one but non-portable; get this computer fixed (the guy offered to do it, and I didn't have him price it since I was trying to explain how much I don't want to put any more money into this thing, but I'm sure it's much cheaper than having Dell do it); or get a new, intact, not-quite-as-good computer. Thoughts? I'm kind of leaning towards the last choice, although I must admit a lot of it's my psychological "I want to get rid of this piece of crap!" thing, as if no other computer will ever crash on me. We'll see...

6 March-- The event tonight wasn't bad. In terms of turnout, I mean-- in terms of the actual speaker, he was great. (Although I felt like an idiot trying to talk to him in Spanish as we waited for the translator to arrive so that we could begin the event. It just reminds me how far I am from being a comfortable conversationalist in Spanish. Luckily, he was extremely nice and willing to bear with me.) And the turnout wasn't bad, 15-20 people, considering that we didn't do a whole lot of advertising (and that it meant a hike for PARCers). My sister would have loved it, since she's a Colombia nut-- I can totally see her sitting in the audience and going "Right on!" every time Luis said something about how U.S. money should not be supporting the violation of human rights. Unlike for her, Colombia's one of those countries that I don't tend to turn all that much of my attention to. It's such a jumbled-up, violent, sad place without any good solutions at all, as much as I know that U.S. money doesn't help the situation. But like Luis said, the fact that a company like Coca-Cola is taking advantage of something like this in such a horrible way is something that really has to be addressed.

Anyhow... my big plan for tonight was to get all my Spanish done by 10, so that I could get lots of work done on my History paper tonight. Yeah, right. I finally finished it by 3:30, which means that after shower, webpage, and everything else, I'll make it to bed by 4:30 without having spent even a minute thinking about Ireland. (Well, other than this one!)

Tomorrow. For real. I'll be productive. And the next day. And the next day. And the next...

5 March-- I was woken up twice this morning before my alarm went off. The first call, at 8:30 AM, was decidedly unpleasant. It was Dell, telling me that I needed to pay them $700 if I wanted them to fix my computer, since the breaking was all my fault. Also that the 3 crashes in the last month were my/Microsoft's/the internet's fault. So they will return it to me after doing diddly-squat to help, and I shudder to think of what the screen will look like now, since I'm sure they wren't gentle with it. (Although my pain is somewhat assuaged by the fact that after sending a number of e-mails tonight, I already have several options for buying a used monitor to hook up to my laptop from an NU student for $20-$40.)

The second call was better. It was from our soon-to-be landlord, confirming that he'd finally received our applications and the credit checks had gone through and that they'll be drawing up the lease very soon for us to come in and sign. It will be very nice to have that settled, and it puts to rest my paranoid worries that I'd be rejected from the apartment because of the $181 hospital bill from summer 2001 that's been sent to a collection agency since we haven't yet forced the insurance to pay it like they should. Hopefully we'll actually sign the lease pretty soon, and then we can figure out about subletters! (Anyone interested?)

I had a freshman put up signs around the dorm for me today, about the fireside/NSAS event tomorrow. (7 PM, University 122, you should come!) I made up a flyer, but he said that he couldn't get it to copy and so he just typed it up again himself. The problem? Where I wrote Colombia in nice big letters three times, all of his signs say Columbia. It makes me look silly. Three people have said to me already, "I saw that and thought, 'Britt should know better than that!'" Luckily, the freshmen are crazy for points right now, so I talked another one of them into going around tomorrow with a pen and changing the u's to o's. But still...

I always thought that the computer lab in the basement was silly, but now I'm rather grateful. They're really pretty nice computers, and it's awfully good to have them when you can't use your own (and Alex's gone to bed!). Speaking of bed, it's time for me to head towards my own.

4 March-- Writing this probably wasn't the best step on the way to getting to bed early tonight. C'est la vie.

I at least got a rough draft of my blank verse poem written tonight, so that's progress. And I made flyers for the speaker/fireside Thursday night. Not to mention spending some time ruling a small nation.

The snow is really coming down outside, and it's quite pretty. I'm tired, and I'm heading to bed.

3 March-- It's late, and I'm tired, and I'm typing this in a browser that hates me on a computer in the PARC basement, and I don't know what to whine about first.

I'll keep it quick. My computer crashed again today, and I was unable to get the system back up so that I could salvage my 5 hours of work-study and hours of writing cover letters before the Airborne Express guy showed up to take it away to Dell for a couple days. I was monumentally unproductive this evening, failing to accomplish a ton of things that needed to be done, and this is really not sustainable. I didn't get enough sleep last night, wanted to catch up tonight, and at this point it's temporally impossible to get more sleep than I need unless I skip class tomorrow, which I really can't. I have this floating sense that any number of things are about to fall apart. I'm also pissed at myself for being such a whiny bitch.

So that's the status of life in Brittland. Check back tomorrow, maybe I'll be cheerier. Or maybe I'll just be more stressed. (In which case, please remind me again it's my own damn fault.)

2 March-- It's probably not a good sign when you start your schoolwork for the weekend at 11 PM on Sunday night.

I actually did get things done this weekend. Lots of things done. Yesterday, I got hundreds of copies of the Protest stapled, bought a $1 table from a rummage sale, helped Alex with his cover letter, and, oh yeah, got drunk. Three out of four of those are productive.

Today, I spent hours and hours on internship applications and essays and cover letters, and while that all is not quite 100% done, it's pretty close. Which is important, since I don't want to have to worry about that when I have to be working on these big papers, especially since at the rate I'm going they'll be written at the last minute possible. Also today, I worked on stuff for NSAS's labor committee ASG bill, and hopefully I can submit it tomorrow and start the process.

So it wasn't an utterly wasted weekend. But still. It would've been nice to do a little work on the 15 page paper that's due a week from tomorrow, instead of devoting my measly few hours of schoolwork to doing the reading for this upcoming week. Bitch, moan, whine... yup, that's me. But not "stress out in a nervous breakdown"-- not yet. Give me time.

1 March-- I admit it, I fail. Tomorrow, when I am sober and no longer failing, I will make a March page for my site. But there is no way in hell I am doing it now.

Speaking of admitting things, I was indeed actually drunk tonight. However, as I did not do anything monumentally stupid (which I think is a drunken first for me), I think it is all good. Mike's Hard Lemonade? Also good.

I am still somewhat tipsy. It is amazing what the sense of comparison does to you, though. I felt drunk until I suddenly had to stop the ridiculously intoxicated Chris and Nick from walking home, and they made me feel quite sober. (But drunk Shannon let them go, and then ridiculous Nick, after taking Chris back to the Willard Apartments, came all the way back to 1200 Simpson and said he was there to "help other people home," despite being really pretty damn smashed himself. Pretty amusing.) Then I realized I was soberer than anyone else in the apartment, and thus I ran around bringing people water and making bad puns about being an Aquarius (the water-bearer). So it was not until I made it back to my room that I realized that despite being soberer than Malavika and Alex, that wasn't saying a hell of a lot.

Anyhow, I ramble. If this was a normal entry, I would bitch about how I only got a half-hour of work done all day long, which is quite true. But it is still not quite as interesting as insights like the fact that shots of tequila get you suddenly drunk very very quickly.

I am really not drunk anymore. Really. Tomorrow, I need to get lots of stuff done. But this is not new. Goodnight, all! Yay for Shannon and Tamica and their party! Ah, happiness.


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