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Oct. 22nd, 2010 08:53 pmI am still alive! More or less. This week and the next week are my big awful midterm crunch weeks: I had a presentation this week, and a paper due Monday, a long creative essay due Tuesday, and another paper due Thursday. I AM NEVER GOING TO SLEEP AGAIN.
But all hope is not lost! Aside from the soul-crushing amount of work I've got going on, this was actually a pretty good week. I was really worried about my presentation (which was on the role of the police in detective fiction, using Peter Wimsey and Philip Marlowe as examples) because I didn't think I was prepared enough for the actual talking part, but it went fine, and the professor complimented me on my thesis. The first paper I have due next week is a write-up of that presentation, and my notes are pretty thorough, so I should be able to bang it out easily enough.
I am slowly getting my tiny, triangular room to the point that it looks like an actual person lives in it, and not just a mobile library. Current step: posters! It's kind of a slow process, since I'm buying posters on Amazon with the money I get paid for participating in psych experiments, but yesterday I got my first new poster put up. It was nice to wake up this morning and see Cesc Fabregas being gorgeous on the wall beside my bed. And soon I will have an Amy Pond poster for the other wall.
Since the performative aspect is such a big part of the music class I'm taking right now, it shouldn't really be shocking that we're expected/encouraged to go to concerts. Which is pretty neat, even if it does play hell with my work schedule. On Wednesday night I went to see Shubha Mudgal (a Hindustani classical, khayal, and occasionally pop singer of great awesomeness) perform on campus, and then yesterday she and her accompanists did a Q&A for our class and did a few more songs. They were all really interesting, and really incredible musicians, I don't know how to talk about it at all. I really, really love the tabla. This upcoming Wednesday, we're taking a class trip into San Francisco to see Ravi Shankar perform. I considered not going, because it will make it hard as hell to get all my work done for Thursday, but DUDE. RAVI FUCKING SHANKAR.
I am right now in the process of dyeing my hair purple. Yay purple! I kind of wish I could have done it for Spirit Day, but I just couldn't get to store to buy dye until yesterday. But at least I've be properly interesting looking for Yaoi-Con! Tomorrow my aunt is coming up from Sacramento and we're going to, I don't know, do lunch or something. And then it is into the trenches for the foreseeable future of writing, writing, more writing, and some reading. And then writing! Ah, the glamourous life of an English major.
But all hope is not lost! Aside from the soul-crushing amount of work I've got going on, this was actually a pretty good week. I was really worried about my presentation (which was on the role of the police in detective fiction, using Peter Wimsey and Philip Marlowe as examples) because I didn't think I was prepared enough for the actual talking part, but it went fine, and the professor complimented me on my thesis. The first paper I have due next week is a write-up of that presentation, and my notes are pretty thorough, so I should be able to bang it out easily enough.
I am slowly getting my tiny, triangular room to the point that it looks like an actual person lives in it, and not just a mobile library. Current step: posters! It's kind of a slow process, since I'm buying posters on Amazon with the money I get paid for participating in psych experiments, but yesterday I got my first new poster put up. It was nice to wake up this morning and see Cesc Fabregas being gorgeous on the wall beside my bed. And soon I will have an Amy Pond poster for the other wall.
Since the performative aspect is such a big part of the music class I'm taking right now, it shouldn't really be shocking that we're expected/encouraged to go to concerts. Which is pretty neat, even if it does play hell with my work schedule. On Wednesday night I went to see Shubha Mudgal (a Hindustani classical, khayal, and occasionally pop singer of great awesomeness) perform on campus, and then yesterday she and her accompanists did a Q&A for our class and did a few more songs. They were all really interesting, and really incredible musicians, I don't know how to talk about it at all. I really, really love the tabla. This upcoming Wednesday, we're taking a class trip into San Francisco to see Ravi Shankar perform. I considered not going, because it will make it hard as hell to get all my work done for Thursday, but DUDE. RAVI FUCKING SHANKAR.
I am right now in the process of dyeing my hair purple. Yay purple! I kind of wish I could have done it for Spirit Day, but I just couldn't get to store to buy dye until yesterday. But at least I've be properly interesting looking for Yaoi-Con! Tomorrow my aunt is coming up from Sacramento and we're going to, I don't know, do lunch or something. And then it is into the trenches for the foreseeable future of writing, writing, more writing, and some reading. And then writing! Ah, the glamourous life of an English major.