enough, I have actually been productive tonight. I got 4 pages written
of the 16 I need to write this weekend. I really shouldn't pat myself
on the back for it, though. We're getting towards the end of the quarter,
and being productive shouldn't be something special and notable, but
it instead needs to be normal and required. Especially if I'm going
to have the time to really work hard and make my long paper for The
Sixties something I can be proud of. I'll be really disappointed in
myself if I can't do that. But to do it, I need to work on beating the
lazy and procrastinatory tendencies of mine that lead me to put things
off and then do sloppy work. It's honestly vaguely amazing that I wrote
4 pages tonight of a paper that's not technically due for another whole
week. Perhaps this is a sign that I'm developing enough willpower to
improve my work habits...
never ceases to amaze me how many hours I spend working on the Protest.
I was at Fisk again tonight, not getting back until quarter to 2. Of
course, it didn't help that I (and several others) showed up, after
I expressly asked Chris what time we were meeting, at 9:30, while Chris,
Mischa, and Jake didn't get there with the disk until 11. That was pretty
frustrating, but I felt bad that Mischa was within earshot of most of
my grumblings while Chris, who I was primarily annoyed with, stayed
oblivious. Especially since it felt like Mischa and I were doing most
of the actual work.
we're still not done, but hopefully it'll only take one more evening
to get it done. And that evening will not be for a few days, which is
bad in that it means that we won't get this issue distributed until
after CAS classes end, but good in that I have this weekend open to
get work done. I really, really, really want to be responsible about
my work (and packing!) this quarter, and get things done and done well
without stressing. Perhaps this is an unrealistic goal, but I'll shoot
for it nonetheless. But spending 3-4 hours a night working on the Protest
definitely hampers the effort.
so Comiskey sells out on half-price Monday Memorial Days against the
Yankees. On regular-price Wednesdays against the Yankees, they sell
about 20,000 tickets. Thus my gesture of not completely scrimping on
tickets in redeeming Alex's Date Auction date was for naught, since
we could have bought upper deck reserve tickets for less and moved down
to any of the many empty upper deck box seats.
well. Still a great game. The Yankees are down 3-1 in the ninth? No
matter. Just work the bases loaded (good job, Jete), get Bernie to rifle
one into right to tie the score, and then when Giambi comes up, instead
of a little single to knock in the go-ahead run, he'll hit a mammoth
three-run homer. Ah, my Yankees. I just wish I could've seen it in the
other news, I have developed a sudden and in all likelihood completely
unfounded paranoia that I'm developing mono. This is particularly odd,
since I exhibit no symptoms, other than that my throat is sore in such
a slight way that I doubt I'd notice it were I not trying (but of course
I do notice!). Nonetheless, I've been paying careful attention to all
the feelings in my abdomen, trying to imagine what an enlarged spleen
would feel like despite having not the vaguest clue where my spleen
is located. I'm sure I don't have it, but if I do, I'll be able to congratulate
myself for having astutely noticed the earliest signs.
at 3:22, with any luck, I'll get to fall asleep for the first time in
almost a week without needing the handy blindfold they gave me on the
plane to Israel to keep out the morning sun.
le PARC!!!!! Our soccer team notched PARC's first IM win of the year
tonight-- in the playoffs!
so the only "scoring" in the game was the goal they awarded us because
our opponents showed up late. But we played a great game to keep them
from scoring, and we actually got a couple of shots on goal, too. Plus,
this means that we are now advancing to the third round of the playoffs
without having scored a goal all season, which amuses me. (We had a
bye in the first round.)
game was really fun, though. There was most definitely an air of urgency
that hasn't been present in any other game I played, which was exciting.
I think I played pretty well, too. Doubling my season target, I headed
the ball for a second time (again, I'm not so good at controlling where
it goes off my head, but hey, at least I gave our players more time
to get into position), and I was pretty agressive and did a lot of challenging.
And a little bird told me that some people were impressed by how I played,
which makes me happy. ;-) Plus, I drank mass quantities of water beforehand,
which led to me not feeling particularly exhausted despite the size
of the field.
really psyched about Sunday-- hopefully we can get most of our key players
to make it, although there are questions right now. But even if not,
it'll be fun.
to self: Next time you tell yourself "Comiskey never sells out!", be
sure you know what you're talking about. Comiskey did indeed sell out
tonight, to the astonishment of Laura and myself as well as everyone
else waiting on line to try to buy tickets. This led to us seeking out
scalpers in order to get into the game. We paid $20 each for $6 seats--
I was going to try to bargain them down, but it's hard when Laura pulls
out her wallet and starts to say, "No, Britt, I have money if you need
whole escapade caused me to miss part of the Yankees' 6-run first inning.
(Yes, 6-run first inning. Not to be confused with their 6-run fifth
inning against Boston yesterday.) Luckily, although our tickets were
for the very last row in the upper deck, we snagged ourselves some good
seats right behind home plate three rows back from the railing of the
upper deck. So we watched the Yankees crush the White Sox, Robin Ventura
at least got a sacrifice fly for Laura's sake, and the weather was much
nicer than at the freezing Cubs game in April. But I still miss Yankee
anyone needs any further proof that I am indeed an absurd individual,
today I've been struck by an odd sense of guilt about being healthy.
No, seriously. I've never been a person who gets sick very often at
all. I'll usually get some sort of nasal congestion at least once a
year, but that's about the extent of it. So when I see someone suffering
like Colleen is right now, it strikes me as very unfair, especially
since she's been sick a number of other times this year. I mean, beyond
a few hours once a month (which, granted, can be very uncomfortable),
I haven't had to put up with very much physical discomfort in recent
memory. This offends my sense of justice, and leads me to apologize
to people like Colleen because I can ingest liquids without acute pain.
Of course, this also goes up at the very top of the list of things that
I have absolutely no power to change.
those not from Northwestern, Dillo Day is a day full of concerts and
an excuse (as if anyone needs one) to get drunk and high; many around
me promptly obliged. I didn't. Something I've learned from both the
only time I was ever drunk and another time when I was almost drunk
is that alcohol leads to me doing and saying things I wouldn't choose
to when sober. And while sometimes inhibitions are a problem, they generally
serve the useful purpose of stopping you from doing what you don't want
to do, so trying to get rid of them is not really a wise move. While
it's kind of fun and silly to be drinking, it's totally not worth risking
saying or doing something I'll regret. So I don't want to ever get drunk
again (which I decided last spring), and I need to work on being more
careful to drink lightly if I do drink (new resolution for this spring).
that's just me. I don't think less of anyone who wants to get drunk
occasionally (although I may as a result of things they do while drunk,
or if it's something they do all the time). I find it rather amusing,
in fact. As long as it's not me!
I went from running around getting sweaty and bruised on the soccer
field, to getting all dressed up and heading off to a restaraunt for
a fancy dinner, in all of a few hours. I fully enjoyed both very different
experiences in their own ways. We played Taboo when we got back, and
then Kathy tried to teach me to dance and we talked for a while. All
in all, a very good day, especially considering that as of 3:45 (near-precisely
12 hours ago, by my clock) I was feeling rather out-of-sorts and unhappy.
It's good that I got some fun stuff in today, since I have a lot to
get done this weekend. I really, really should get some schoolwork done
before I get overwhelmed with it next weekend, but at the minimum, I
insist that I get all the non-schoolwork things on my to-do list taken
care of. That means cleaning my room (a big job) and doing a number
of Peace Project-related things. At least if I stay busy, I won't have
to think about how soon the end of the year is...
I've been really moody lately. At some points in the day, I'll feel
cheerful and enjoy things like music and the weather. And then I'll
suddenly feel really upset or depressed or stressed out or irritated.
I just wrote a vaguely ridiculous journal entry that I couldn't've imagined
writing a few hours ago, because I'm suddenly in the mood that I believe
it vehemently. There are other people with problems that are so much
more serious than mine that I have no excuse not to be upbeat and happy
all the time. Instead, I'm stressing out about the things that I have
to get done that I can't even keep track of because of how disorganized
I am, and I'm being pretty emotionally unsteady. Is this too deep a
paragraph for this page? I better stop.
Well, at least the Key Event's done with. Not that I was spending excessive
amounts of time on it, but it's nice not to have to worry about it anymore.
Of course, I'm somewhat disappointed by the turnout, and despite what
everyone else says, I feel bad that we ordered that many pizzas. Oh,
well. Spring Key Events are always hard to get people excited about.
But I have indeed held a Key Event this quarter. And I've also finally
scheduled a fireside, so I feel better about fulfilling my academic
chair duties. (I had a bad case of "Oh, this is an easy job that I don't
need to do anything for" at the beginning of the quarter once I was
not a philanthropy chair anymore.) Plus, I've done lots of stuff for
our boat reception. And I think all of the details of that are pretty
much done, save talking to the bus people. It's nice to check a few
things off of my mental to-do list... especially since I'm never quite
sure what's actually on the to-do list, just a pressing sense that there
are things I need to do but can't remember. I need more organization
in my life.
It turned out that we didn't have a soccer game tonight, and that our
playoff game will be next Tuesday instead. This actually made me happy,
because it means the season will go on at least another week. We scrimmaged
instead for an hour and a half. I am glad to report I am solidly winning
the battle to have fun playing soccer. And I think I'm improving, too--
I was in on a lot of action tonight and made a number of good plays,
plus I actually headed the ball for the first time all season! I want
to keep getting better, and I want to keep having fun; I don't want
the season to end. Playing soccer with PARC has been one of the best
decisions I've made in a long time.