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I personally think we developed language because of our deep need to complain. --Lily Tomlin |
Sunday, May 14, 2000 This Week To do: Monday: 12 noon: Rehearse a scene with my two partners. (This, incidentally, involves having the scene memorized. Which, alas, I do not, as of yet.) 6:30 PM: Geology class. Tuesday: 12 noon: Go to English class, preferably with my two long overdue homework assignments. Catching up on all the readings would be nice, too. Remind self that I can't afford to miss a third class in a row; that, indeed, I couldn't really afford to have missed the last two. Oh, and discuss the major end-of-semester research paper with the instructor. The major end-of-semester research paper is due on Friday. I don't have a clue of what subject I'm writing it on. 8 PM: Buffy and Angel, and probably the highlight of my week, at that. Wednesday: 2 PM: Go to acting class and perform the scene rehearsed on Monday. Thursday: 12 noon: Work at the English Department until 5 PM. 6:30 PM: Geology lab. Fossils and half-lives and age, oh my! 'Round the clock: Work on the fucking English research paper, whatever it turns out to be on. Something good, I hope. Friday: 1 PM: Hand in the research paper, for better or for worse. Before Saturday Night: Write the second installment of my alt.sex.stories writers reviews for Clean Sheets. This is my absolute final deadline, having already blown the first two. Objectives for the Week:
So, with all of this on the agenda, what have I accomplished today? I'll tell you what I've accomplished; I've potchked around with this Web site, readying it for transfer to a new domain, with subdirectories and everything. And sent off another couple of e-mails to my new Web host, for which my enthusiasm has been plummeting like a stone ever since signing up. If I don't manage to get results over the next few days, I think I'm gonna be demanding a refund and taking my business elsewhere. Which hasn't stopped me from uploading the entire restructured Soapbox site there in the meantime... but I'm not going to officially open for business there just yet. Stay tuned. Why am I doing this now? Am I, perchance, hoping that everything I need to do will go away by itself if I ignore it long enough? Good question. I'm not sure I know the answer.
I hate it when I'm like this. And I'm keeping most of the litany of what I want to type out of it, 'cause it basically consists of the words "I suck" repeated over and over again, and that wouldn't be very productive, and, besides, when you come right down to it, I suppose I know better. Alas. Self-knowledge doesn't make things any easier, lemme tell ya. It just gives you new avenues with which to pummel yourself silly, given half a chance. But that wouldn't be productive. Right. I've gotta memorize this scene, go to sleep, and wake up ready to take on the world-- Well, okay, wake up ready to go back to sleep, but eventually, after massive doses of root beer, achieve a state resembling consciousness, stagger over to college, rehearse the scene, and then find something interesting to research in the field of British Literature. And do my best to forget about the American Studies Web site until after finals, despite occasional e-mails received on the matter, 'cause there's no way I have time to think about it right now.
And to think, I like my life, in general... I guess I oughta keep reminding myself of that.
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