posted by
the_dala at 05:11pm on 23/04/2007
Spring, why do you hate me? I don't hate you. I used to love the warm air and sunshine and being outdoors. And now it makes me want to claw my face off ::mainlines Sudafed::
Today's presentation went really well in the sense that it was completed and presented, yet not so well because we only had fifteen minutes instead of the thirty I'd thought, so I had to rush through it like whoa. Tomorrow's presentation/paper...I haven't started yet. I read one of the books. I was feeling so icky and tired after I got home that I collapsed into bed and didn't stir until the phone rang eighty minutes later. Four hours of sleep last night, I think? And probably no more than that tonight. I was going to go to work tomorrow, but clearly that shit's not happening.
And I might have to see if Best Buy has this on-sale-for-$50 DVD burner that's listed on their website. I get paid Wednesday. I shouldn't spend the money, but I need it. Okay, no, I don't need it. But I want it.
Ugh, I just feel like all kinds of crap. Not really sick, just...crap. I probably won't even be able to watch the finally new "Heroes" tonight.
ETA: Fuck it, I'm going to say I'm getting sick and can't do the paper, and ask if I can turn it in Thursday. I can finish the presentation for tomorrow as long as it's just pretty pictures. My GPA can take the hit if necessary; I really wanted to get a nice string of As from last semester, but a B won't kill me. Or maybe Kate will be awesome like usual and not downgrade me. One can hope.
ETA again: Kate is indeed awesome, and now my mood is Relieved.
How does one tiny school keep hold of so many great professors?
Today's presentation went really well in the sense that it was completed and presented, yet not so well because we only had fifteen minutes instead of the thirty I'd thought, so I had to rush through it like whoa. Tomorrow's presentation/paper...I haven't started yet. I read one of the books. I was feeling so icky and tired after I got home that I collapsed into bed and didn't stir until the phone rang eighty minutes later. Four hours of sleep last night, I think? And probably no more than that tonight. I was going to go to work tomorrow, but clearly that shit's not happening.
And I might have to see if Best Buy has this on-sale-for-$50 DVD burner that's listed on their website. I get paid Wednesday. I shouldn't spend the money, but I need it. Okay, no, I don't need it. But I want it.
Ugh, I just feel like all kinds of crap. Not really sick, just...crap. I probably won't even be able to watch the finally new "Heroes" tonight.
ETA: Fuck it, I'm going to say I'm getting sick and can't do the paper, and ask if I can turn it in Thursday. I can finish the presentation for tomorrow as long as it's just pretty pictures. My GPA can take the hit if necessary; I really wanted to get a nice string of As from last semester, but a B won't kill me. Or maybe Kate will be awesome like usual and not downgrade me. One can hope.
ETA again: Kate is indeed awesome, and now my mood is Relieved.
How does one tiny school keep hold of so many great professors?
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I imagine it's to do with it being a school made of ace, and people enjoying working there :-)