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The only reason I am still living right now, and not a drooling oozing pile of lack-of-sleep and stress, is that my photo prof gave me until ten tomorrow morning to finish my portfolio. I can't even express my gratefulness. The only problem now, though, is that my short stories paper is due at five, and I've got about eight pages of it down already... and somehow most of those pages aren't things I'd like to set fire to yet, so it's really hard to keep writing (I keep telling myself, though, that it'd be very, very nice to get back into the darkroom before five... I should also remind myself more that once it comes time to organize everything in the final draft of this, it's probably going to drop at least two pages. And I need to make sure I have time to get to the post office to get stamps.)
So yes... must stop with the distraction. (Ah paper-writing entries.)
So far, I think the most pretentious sentence in my paper is "Their identities are the embodiment of the metonymy that defines them." I'm not even entirely sure it means anything.
[Edit 2:36]: Also, I think I should point out that a few minutes ago one of my roomies got back from playing video games in the lounge and found me hopping up and down on top of my physics book, then on top of Locke, Nietzsche, and How to Design Programs. Seems the first use I've had for these books in years is weighing down the edges of my prints so they sit flat. I just need to make sure my shoe is moved from on top of Aquinas, because if my other roomie gets back and finds that I'll be beaten and kicked out.
[Edit 3:15]: I just realized that I've unconsciously been listening to my CDs in alphabetical order. Huh.
[Edit 4:54]: Erm, this paper isn't done. But academia must be taking pity on me or something, because since no one really clarified where or when these were due, I've got until midnight. I simply cannot express my relief. However, I need to keep plugging away at this (9.25 pages, wee...) since I have to get to the darkroom tonight. Eep.
[Edit 11:27]: I feel like I'm going to die. And I have to get up at 6 tomorrow and go to the darkroom. Whyyyyy?? Every time I feel like I'm on the home stretch, I suddenly have longer to fret and less I can do about the state things are in.
[Edit 6:44]: I feel like a zombie. At least the sunrise is interesting? (I have to keep reminding myself that this encouraging note I wrote to myself last night is about tea, not Ten.)
So yes... must stop with the distraction. (Ah paper-writing entries.)
So far, I think the most pretentious sentence in my paper is "Their identities are the embodiment of the metonymy that defines them." I'm not even entirely sure it means anything.
[Edit 2:36]: Also, I think I should point out that a few minutes ago one of my roomies got back from playing video games in the lounge and found me hopping up and down on top of my physics book, then on top of Locke, Nietzsche, and How to Design Programs. Seems the first use I've had for these books in years is weighing down the edges of my prints so they sit flat. I just need to make sure my shoe is moved from on top of Aquinas, because if my other roomie gets back and finds that I'll be beaten and kicked out.
[Edit 3:15]: I just realized that I've unconsciously been listening to my CDs in alphabetical order. Huh.
[Edit 4:54]: Erm, this paper isn't done. But academia must be taking pity on me or something, because since no one really clarified where or when these were due, I've got until midnight. I simply cannot express my relief. However, I need to keep plugging away at this (9.25 pages, wee...) since I have to get to the darkroom tonight. Eep.
[Edit 11:27]: I feel like I'm going to die. And I have to get up at 6 tomorrow and go to the darkroom. Whyyyyy?? Every time I feel like I'm on the home stretch, I suddenly have longer to fret and less I can do about the state things are in.
[Edit 6:44]: I feel like a zombie. At least the sunrise is interesting? (I have to keep reminding myself that this encouraging note I wrote to myself last night is about tea, not Ten.)