Nine Days

When I think about this week, I feel like someone put me in a giant waffle iron. I'm trying to get my work done, really! That's why I've started getting up before nine o'clock lecture to go to the library to scramble to get my music project done. Oh, and there will be a paper after that. Well, I can think about that next week.

Oh, but next week all I'll be thinking about will be Renn Fayre. Not that I haven't started thinking about it. I'm really looking forward to it. Damn. This weekend is going to be pretty packed. Concert, aunt visiting, Hum paper due, Bio midterm to study for... Glah.

I wanted to take a look at an old Steve Arch exam starting Monday, because I wanted to know then just how screwed I am so that I could plan accordingly. But no. No. Can't freakin' get a hold of Darrow. I have a plot to steal one of his shoes in the middle of the night if I can't get a hold of him by tomorrow night.

Someone has been telling James about my weekend activities, apparently. I don't know how much of what he knows, or who is telling them. Today he was saying something about everyone looking at me at spring formal...? The conversation kind of drifted before I could get any more information. But ha, I will tomorrow!

I made a bargain with myself that I could say, "To hell with work!" and go to bed early in exchange for getting up at the ass-crack of morning to go to the library when it opens so that I can maybe get some real work done before Hum lecture, which should be good because it's Mike Foat. And I've decided to not worry about my Hum paper until Thursday, because there are two other major things I need to worry about in the meantime. Namely music project and logic homework. Oh, and there's laundry, too. I have to do that soon. Grr.

But anyway, to bed, to bed, to bed.

Argh.

I had decided that I would go to bed early in exchange for getting up early in order to go to the library before lecture. That didn't happen. I got up in time for Hum conference but went to the library instead. Then I had lunch. I've been trying to go back to the library, but I don't want to. Don't make me go to the library! I guess I really don't want to go because I would have to leave after about half an hour to go to Tai Chi. Maybe I'll just skip Tai Chi again and do double duty next week. I can better afford it then. How silly that when I really need something to relax me, I don't have the time to go do it. I guess it's a schedule problem. If Tai Chi were only at midnight or something... But no. I guess talking to people would work just as well, especially if I'm going crazy. But who is not asleep or working their asses off at midnight anymore? I think I'll not go to the MRC meeting tonight. I know I'm driving myself crazy with work, but how else will it get done? I can take a little breather on Monday, I think. Oh, but then I have my paper for music. Arg. But I shouldn't have much else next week, and after classes there's Renn Fayre. Well, I think it's time to go to the library until dinner. Glah. At least I'll be in the IMC listening to music. And preparing for tomorrow's class, which I'm in charge of again. I don't like the thought of all the stuff I have to get done. So I think I'll just stop thinking about it and just fuckin' do it. Don't think about the things you're sacrificing, just turn away while you do it. Concentrate on other things. Denial can be a healthy thing, right? It can sometimes keep you sane.