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walkingshadow) wrote2002-03-17 11:43 am
walkingshadow) wrote2002-03-17 11:43 am
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Tonight's fortune cookie:
"You'll accomplish more later if you have a little fun this weekend."
Hah! Vindication!
This weekend was spent checking out classes for next semester, reading recaps and forum postings, and generally getting sucked head-first into the seething black hole of temporal distortion sometimes called the "internet." Tonight, after I woke up from my nap, I rooted around for my gauntlet and went over to Sledd to challenge Jules to a round of Scrabble, just in time to save her from the imminent prospect of a solitary game. Then we scoured this frighteningly small town for a Chinese restaurant that wasn't closed on Sunday night, emerged victorious, and made a late-night run to Eckerd and back, top down and High School Confidential pounding at the appropriate volume.
We hitched a ride on SNAP back to our respective dorms, and it was en route that I remembered just how much responsibility I'd been avoiding. I have a to-do list with nothing crossed off, including linguistics homework due Tuesday, the poem of the week (for Wednesday), lab write-up (to turn in Wesdnesday), and studying for the anthro exam (also on Wednesday). I bombed Friday's quiz, and while I still have an A in the class, I need to do well on this test. Obviously, Wednesdays still suck.
The idea of sitting in a room with white walls, ceiling, and floor, with no doors, windows, or exits, makes me quiet and peaceful. If this really is my subconscious interpretation of how I feel when I'm stressed, I'm sure an analyst would love to hear about it. But he never will, because Freud was a crackpot.
Sometime this week I have to stop by Tigert Hall to throw myself on the mercy of the advisors, and talk to Ben, my anthro lab T.A., about missing next week's class. So, yeah, it's nice to know the Fortune Cookie Fates are smiling on my actions. Or is that smirking?
"You'll accomplish more later if you have a little fun this weekend."
Hah! Vindication!
This weekend was spent checking out classes for next semester, reading recaps and forum postings, and generally getting sucked head-first into the seething black hole of temporal distortion sometimes called the "internet." Tonight, after I woke up from my nap, I rooted around for my gauntlet and went over to Sledd to challenge Jules to a round of Scrabble, just in time to save her from the imminent prospect of a solitary game. Then we scoured this frighteningly small town for a Chinese restaurant that wasn't closed on Sunday night, emerged victorious, and made a late-night run to Eckerd and back, top down and High School Confidential pounding at the appropriate volume.
We hitched a ride on SNAP back to our respective dorms, and it was en route that I remembered just how much responsibility I'd been avoiding. I have a to-do list with nothing crossed off, including linguistics homework due Tuesday, the poem of the week (for Wednesday), lab write-up (to turn in Wesdnesday), and studying for the anthro exam (also on Wednesday). I bombed Friday's quiz, and while I still have an A in the class, I need to do well on this test. Obviously, Wednesdays still suck.
The idea of sitting in a room with white walls, ceiling, and floor, with no doors, windows, or exits, makes me quiet and peaceful. If this really is my subconscious interpretation of how I feel when I'm stressed, I'm sure an analyst would love to hear about it. But he never will, because Freud was a crackpot.
Sometime this week I have to stop by Tigert Hall to throw myself on the mercy of the advisors, and talk to Ben, my anthro lab T.A., about missing next week's class. So, yeah, it's nice to know the Fortune Cookie Fates are smiling on my actions. Or is that smirking?