Dear Diary...
Wednesday the 23, I was up late studying, for the Econ paper, I assume. I know this because I updated my Facebook status about Andee making brie potatoes.
Last Friday I went to the graduate English program reading, and then stole Catherine away to hang out with. We discovered 7-11 will sell us liquor, and got a couple of six packs, which turned into the dregs of the Mouthing Off! meeting coming by to hang out. Juliet and Margaret finally came by our room, after living in our hall all year.
Circa last Saturday I drank and smoked hookah and had fun, and wrestled with Jess, which left me covered in bruises, a most of which have yet to fade. On top of the bruises from various tree climbing adventures.
The next night I was up until 5 in the morning to finish the paper for Public Sector Economics. Even managed to attend class that morning, and have a coherent meeting about changing to a Public Policy major (with just a little planning, I could free up my spring semester next year and go abroad or to Washington or something (!)). After that, rather than the logical nap, Andee and I walked from Rockridge to the Berkeley hardware store to buy models. Looking at the internet now, that was easily 3.5 miles.
Wednesday I made some progress on my Methods of Policy Analysis memo, since my friends were cloistered in the conference room to study.
This Thursday we went dancing at Pop Scene! which was awesome. It was odd to go with a group of only four, two of which were a couple, and a couple of the best dancers we know. Got a nosebleed on the dance floor, and still had a good time. The day after was rushing to get the Methods memo done by midnight, then watching and discussing Dollhouse before bed.
In comparison, today was fairly relaxing. Built some models, wrote some assignment, watched some Battlestar Galactica. Slept through lunch, and didn't really accomplish much before dinner. Still that sensation that my body knows things are wrong, and I'm going to have to keep tricking into doing my bidding. Hopefully things will slow down, I'll polish off the rest of these finals, and have some time for fun, and San Francisco, and Carmen's kegger before I pile all my stuff in a crate and flying back to a whole different batch of stress.
It's busy, but on the whole I really love my life. I just have to stop occasionally and admit it might be reasonable for me to be tired and/or off-kilter emotionally.
Last Friday I went to the graduate English program reading, and then stole Catherine away to hang out with. We discovered 7-11 will sell us liquor, and got a couple of six packs, which turned into the dregs of the Mouthing Off! meeting coming by to hang out. Juliet and Margaret finally came by our room, after living in our hall all year.
Circa last Saturday I drank and smoked hookah and had fun, and wrestled with Jess, which left me covered in bruises, a most of which have yet to fade. On top of the bruises from various tree climbing adventures.
The next night I was up until 5 in the morning to finish the paper for Public Sector Economics. Even managed to attend class that morning, and have a coherent meeting about changing to a Public Policy major (with just a little planning, I could free up my spring semester next year and go abroad or to Washington or something (!)). After that, rather than the logical nap, Andee and I walked from Rockridge to the Berkeley hardware store to buy models. Looking at the internet now, that was easily 3.5 miles.
Wednesday I made some progress on my Methods of Policy Analysis memo, since my friends were cloistered in the conference room to study.
This Thursday we went dancing at Pop Scene! which was awesome. It was odd to go with a group of only four, two of which were a couple, and a couple of the best dancers we know. Got a nosebleed on the dance floor, and still had a good time. The day after was rushing to get the Methods memo done by midnight, then watching and discussing Dollhouse before bed.
In comparison, today was fairly relaxing. Built some models, wrote some assignment, watched some Battlestar Galactica. Slept through lunch, and didn't really accomplish much before dinner. Still that sensation that my body knows things are wrong, and I'm going to have to keep tricking into doing my bidding. Hopefully things will slow down, I'll polish off the rest of these finals, and have some time for fun, and San Francisco, and Carmen's kegger before I pile all my stuff in a crate and flying back to a whole different batch of stress.
It's busy, but on the whole I really love my life. I just have to stop occasionally and admit it might be reasonable for me to be tired and/or off-kilter emotionally.