I have a sudden longing for...cupcakes. Of all the weird things. Maybe I will have time/inclination to bake this weekend. (Or maybe I will forget all about this--also a possibility ( Read more... )

"the stage, along with the bodies and lives of the performers who inhabited it, was also the site of a different kind of drama, where the moral, social, and political anxieties of elites played out in public declarations and private relationships ( Read more... )

Heh, I suspect I look really strung-out today. Besides the paleness (lips too) and the huge eye-circles, I tend to get little shivers every now and then when I'm particularly sleep-deprived and stressed. Probably has more to do with low blood sugar than anything else, but I bet a little hand tremula is pretty visually effective ( Read more... )

Now that I am writing in the handy thesis template Reed's computer geeks made for MS Word, I've developed kind of a bad habit--I'm constantly going back to the Table of Contents page and hitting "update field" to see how long everything is. "ooh, this chapter's over 20 pages now...boo, that one's awfully short" etc. I don't think I really need to ( Read more... )

Please tell me that I should not title my draft "Perils of the Pear Garden" *. Some things are too hokey to ever subject anybody else to, especially the people who will be grading the final product. Goofy alliteration and obscure references are definitely high on that list ( Read more... )

Well, I met with [advisor] and now feel a little less panicky. This doesn't reduce the vast amount of stuff I have to write (or my guilt over slacking my break away), but it does make me feel better knowing that my chapter divisions more or less make sense and that I won't get sent to sleep with the nutria at the bottom of the canyon if my draft ( Read more... )

So, yes, dooooooooom.

Also, lately it has occurred to me that my entire Reed career has sort of been one long Ramona Quimby adventure: I really just want my teachers to love! me, even though I am really pretty average in most ways and neurotic in others, and I never go about it the right way. Which would explain why I am generally too stiff to ( Read more... )

Oh my god, I am the most horrible student ever. My advisor is going to kill me. Etc. etc. etc. whine. Want to see my amazing superpower of shooting myself in the foot by doing, seriously, practically no work over break? Yeah. urgh.

T. and I went to bed around midnight last night. This morning my alarm woke me up at eightish, but I figured, what the hell, it's break and I can sleep in, yay! I reset the thing for 11 so it would remind me when it was time to get ready for work, in case I was noodling around and forgot. Then I went back to sleep for a bit ( Read more... )

O lord. Midterm is too early for stupid all-nighters. I suck.

Here is a January picture of snow on bamboos, so I can pretend this is just oh-so-poetic scholarly deprivation, Chinese-style, and not the result of plain stupidity. I don't have time to look up the quote from Romance of the Western Chamber I'm thinking of right now, but you guys ( Read more... )