Gordon Lightfoot, Song For A Winter's Night
Well, today my comm quiz was substantially easier than I thought it would be. It was entirely true/false and multiple choice. It took me maybe five minutes. Yee hah.
Then, instead of doing anything constructive, I got online and talked to Ben, a friend of mine from high school that I haven't talked to in ages. That was nice. We used to be really close, but we just drifted somehow. I should try to get together with him sometime. I wonder if he's even met Sean. I know he met Ian once. Anyway.
Went to lunch and sat with Jen and her friend Allison, who I almost never sit with anymore. I guess I just felt like re-establishing connections today. The Bon had nachos today, which was of happiness. Then I dealt with some on-campus errands and went to philosophy. I'm beginning to realize that I have a much better grasp of the material than most of the class. That scares me, because I'm really not putting much effort into it, I swear. Sure, I'm doing the reading, but I'm not making notes on it and reviewing them or anything. But several times today, the entire class gave him blank looks when he asked a question. I answered the first time right away, and then decided to lie low for a while and let other people answer. But no one did. So I kept answering. I hate it when that happens. I don't want to not answer and have the prof think I don't know, but I also don't want to show off in front of the class. There just isn't a good solution. Bah. Oh, and I got the fourth quiz back today. I maintained my record of perfect scores. Yippee. Tuesdays and Thursdays are very much my easy days. I think choir is my hardest class.
Choir. Urk. We have 2 performances this week. I feel very not ready. I have some grasp of some of the pieces, but there are 2 or 3 that I'm just not very confident on. Ideally, I'd spend time going over them this week, but I simply haven't the time. I should be studying for a test and writing a paper as I write this, and then this weekend I have to write another paper and a speech. And we're not even getting into CS. Urk. No wonder I'm stressed. I'm decently sure it's all the stress that's making me queasy. But ginger beer helps, at least.
I just want to slack off. I don't want to work hard for a little while. I just want a job where you go to work, work hard all day, and then get to leave it at te door when you leave and have your evenings to yourself. No papers, no reading, no projects, no homework, no studying. Just time to spend with friends and family. And time to shop, clean and run errands. My room is turning into a pit, and I still haven't bought groceries for the meal I'm cooking for a potluck Thursday (I'm doing a beef, zucchini and onion stir fry in my electric wok). Urk. And if it weren't for the fact that my mother takes pity on me and does my laundry, I'd be wearing sheets to class by now. And they wouldn't be terribly clean sheets, either. To give you an idea how bad it's getting, I had company over three weekends ago. They slept in the extra bed. I still haven't made that bed. I've had two entire weekends since then, and it's still a rumpled mess of sheets, now with stuff on top of them. Ack. And there are books all over everywhere, and I can't find my baby name book. Chloe wanted to look something up in it the other night, and I spent at least 15 minutes looking for it without any luck. Bah. And gods know I won't have time to deal with it this weekend, so it's just going to get worse. Maybe the weekend after this I'll have time to at least organize the books and make the guest bed. And I need groceries in general. I currently have:
I went home to get my wok and assorted cooking fripperies, and I called Sean while I was there since I can get better long-distance rates that way. We talked for a long time. It's a lot more fun to talk over the phone than online. I'm tempted to get a better phone card so I can do it more often. *sigh*. I miss him. I wish I could see him again soon, but we're both swamped with work right now. We're thinking about maybe spending part of Spring Break together though. That would be lovely. It would be nice to be able to spend several days with him with no schedules, nothing we had to go do at any certain time. Just to be able to spend time together slacking off completely and doing silly things. Relaxing. Not even contemplating getting work done. Just having fun.
I hope it works out.
Anyway, now I'm back at school and very much should be studying for a comm test that I'm making up tomorrow that I very much don't want to study for. Bah. I want a weekend. Not *this* weekend, however. Bah. Actually, I just want to drop two of my classes, then I could just coast for the rest of the year. And if we didn't have to breathe air, we could live underwater. Bah. I want another ginger beer, but I'm rationing them since I can't get to the store that sells them again until at least Saturday. Only 13 more school days until Spring Break.
Captain Squanky the slacker-wannabe signing off