Sunday, November 14, 2010

Well, I'm much too young to feel this damn old...

  Woke up at 5:30 impetuously. I now lay on the floor completing Computer Proficiency class homework, that I've neglected on the grounds that I WAS two weeks ahead and had bigger fish to fry in Eng. II with the research paper. Apparently, I missed a whole assignment, which, is really not good, considering I'm supposed to be flying through this class. So here's to playing catch-up, when your at a deadlock, nee, to get your mind off the deadlock.

And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
I'm much too young to feel this damn old 
-Garth Brooks, "Garth Brooks" (C) Capitol Records 1989

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

**Live Updating** My First Research Paper!

12:16AM - After sub-consciously and, later, consciously procrastinating to no end...I now have 12 hours to write a rough draft of my A Thousand Splendid Suns research paper.  Professor Linsky essentially wants to see that we have something down, a few paragraphs to show we're, individually, on the right track.  So, while I, in truth, have nothing written, I feel pretty confident I'll be able to crank out something acceptable.

2:23 - Still nothing... and pressure in my chest is building.  Opening a Rockstar Recovery.

2:29 - Two sentences...aha progress.

3:07 - Introduction is showing promise but it's also proving to be a tangle of citations.

3:44  - In full swing now. Rockstar helped. Assimilating note cards to the outline. Got the blinders on. :D

4:04 - Still keepin on keepin on as my pops would say. :) Psych terms and historical background basically covered. Honestly I'm getting sick of looking at the damn cards.  We have computers and flash drive, why the hell the need for note cards, let alone fifty of them? Listening to "Espiritu Adolescente (Smells Like Teen Spirit Tango)" - Mandragora Tango Orchestra...bathroom break, rides gonna be here in an hour and a am I doing this for?

4:15 - Kinda threw up a bit, always pleasant.  Ian got up to tell me the alarm went off.  I feel dingy.  Listening to "Start the Fire" - No Doubt.  The pseudo outline workup format is nice. Auto-save settings changed to every five minutes. No Doubt finished, now it's "Only Girl" - Rhianna.

5:01 - Time seems to have hyper-slowed, as if it knows I'm needing all the help I can get. A watched pot my mother would say; I've looked at the clock more often in the past hour than I'm comfortable admitting.  It works out to about twice every five minutes.  My back is killing me from being in this chair for hours.  Copying in the CDC Report notecards into the outline-paper hybrid thingie. In less that half an hour Wes will be here, I should think about getting ready and packing this up...
There it is, there's my magical ellipsis.

6:37 - Ooops.
Dozing off in the honors lounge...thanks for the ride over Wes. :D

7:06 - Suns up, very cold in the honors lounge...half hour til the convenience store opens for breakfast.  Very hungry. it 2:30 yet?

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Flash Drive Lost! Noooo!

Seems like a trivial thing to post, I know, but, It had all my work from this semester on it.  It also had my acting and day-job resume, art and photography portfolio, and all my information on transferring and all the digital copies of my research paper sources. *Insert choice expletive*! 

I'm almost certain I don't have copies of a good bit of it anywhere else especially the school work.
I feel so screwed!

Some Updates...

Goal List:
+ ☐ Transfer to Columbia University's School of General Studies in Spring of 2012.

Current Courses and What's On Deck:
 - ☑ - PT 6 week weekend gig for Busch/Howl-O-Scream (year 6!)

+ Spring '11 Schedule
☐ - Honors Intro to Philosophy (Humanities Req.)
☐ - Acting I (Dramatic Arts Elective Req.)
☐ - Make-up for the Stage (Dramatic Arts Elective Req.)
☐ - Honors Leadership (Honors Program Elective)
☐- 15-30 hours a week @ Ruth Eckerd Hall

The Requisite Howl-O-Scream Picture:
Zombie me! Bow not typically included.