Coming Up Roses.
"...we’d like to remind you that the second installment of your senior project was scheduled to be due tomorrow, Tuesday Feb 28. We’re going to push that due date back a few days until this Friday, March 3. We trust there are no objections!"
If there could ever be proof that there is a God, this is probably it. It wasn't even really a matter of procrastination that I was so screwed for this thesis chapter, the deadline just snuck up without me even realizing it. A good part of last week was spent kind of being concerned about the Glee concert on Saturday, and then Thursday obsessing about my JET interview in LA, most of Friday (starting at 6am when I woke up) was consumed by the JET interview, and then afterward Sushi Cruise with Glee Club, and then I trekked the mile and a half or so to Gabe and Elissa's apartment for some alcoholic fun.
Saturday was completely dominated by the Choir festival at Occidental, which also involved being in Lisa's car with Colin and Susan and driving literally about 30 minutes PAST the exit we were supposed to take. In our defense, we were all rocking out to Britney Spears and a lot of '80s music. We got back from the more or less mind numbingly boring festival at about 10pm, and without even the satisfaction of having done a very good job (we were chosen to go first out of the 9 choirs... I've never been so nervous for a performance, and the fact that 10 minutes previously I had been sitting in a car for the better part of 2 hours didn't help at all; I didn't even get to warm up.).
Luckily, Saturday night hanging out in Hayden's room turned out to be one of the more enjoyable nights I've had this semester. I really chalk it up to the sleep deprivation, but I haven't laughed so hard at so many random things in a long-ass time, and didn't get back to my room until 5am. All I have to say is, don't front with David Lo-Pan or he will ruin your shit before you can say "Holy shit, it's Lo-Pan from Big Trouble in Little China and he is here to ruin my shit."
So here I am, well-rested on a Monday night with a thesis extension that I didn't even have to ask for. I've got friends in all directions that I'm eager to see and a future near and far that can't help but seem abundantly hopeful.
It continues to rain, and the sound of it is remarkably soothing. I hope I dream of something nice tonight, but objectively speaking, my life at the moment would give any dream a run for its money.
If there could ever be proof that there is a God, this is probably it. It wasn't even really a matter of procrastination that I was so screwed for this thesis chapter, the deadline just snuck up without me even realizing it. A good part of last week was spent kind of being concerned about the Glee concert on Saturday, and then Thursday obsessing about my JET interview in LA, most of Friday (starting at 6am when I woke up) was consumed by the JET interview, and then afterward Sushi Cruise with Glee Club, and then I trekked the mile and a half or so to Gabe and Elissa's apartment for some alcoholic fun.
Saturday was completely dominated by the Choir festival at Occidental, which also involved being in Lisa's car with Colin and Susan and driving literally about 30 minutes PAST the exit we were supposed to take. In our defense, we were all rocking out to Britney Spears and a lot of '80s music. We got back from the more or less mind numbingly boring festival at about 10pm, and without even the satisfaction of having done a very good job (we were chosen to go first out of the 9 choirs... I've never been so nervous for a performance, and the fact that 10 minutes previously I had been sitting in a car for the better part of 2 hours didn't help at all; I didn't even get to warm up.).
Luckily, Saturday night hanging out in Hayden's room turned out to be one of the more enjoyable nights I've had this semester. I really chalk it up to the sleep deprivation, but I haven't laughed so hard at so many random things in a long-ass time, and didn't get back to my room until 5am. All I have to say is, don't front with David Lo-Pan or he will ruin your shit before you can say "Holy shit, it's Lo-Pan from Big Trouble in Little China and he is here to ruin my shit."
So here I am, well-rested on a Monday night with a thesis extension that I didn't even have to ask for. I've got friends in all directions that I'm eager to see and a future near and far that can't help but seem abundantly hopeful.
It continues to rain, and the sound of it is remarkably soothing. I hope I dream of something nice tonight, but objectively speaking, my life at the moment would give any dream a run for its money.
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