and the insanity begins in earnest
May. 23rd, 2004 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivendellroseLeft to meet ride to practice at 6:20. Arrived 6:30 to find group nowhere to be found. Returned to dorm at 6:50ish to find phone message from group member wondering where I'd like her to meet me. Call back group member, set up meeting. Arrive at 7:30. Sit around uselessly for 30 minutes, then begin a line-through with three people missing. Continue through arrival of those three actors. Have another line through, lasting til 9:17. At this point, I want to go home. People ask if it's ok if we do it again. Memories of past directors (and our own shitty memorization) staring me in the face, I accede. 25 minutes later, we leave the apartment. I get a ride home, and arrive back at home at 10:10.
At this point, I check the RP, talk to Fey for a few minutes, and then settle in to working.
At 10:50, realization hits. Lor' bless me, Mr Frodo, I have nearly five pages... and no thesis.
*Headdesk* It's going to be a very long night, I fear. It may have been too much to ask that I could get through my junior year of college without a single all-nighter.
ETA: 11:37pm. Moving closer to a thesis, but still not quite on. You know what's bad? Listening to the Potter Puppet Pals Musical in order to cheer up about the disaster of a paper you're writing... and, not five minutes later, writing a sentence about Loki. Loki the... half-giant.
Also, Sean is my hero for linking me to this comic.
11:44pm: Full-blown panic. My computer has apparently taken my listening to "She Fucking Hates Me" by Puddle of Mudd as a sign that I wish her to commence having serious issues. She has closed Word, and now refuses to reopen my paper because it is "locked for editing."
Ten minutes later: Reboot successful, and current draft emailed to self to (hopefully!!) prevent further disaster. Will never ever ever again listen to Puddle of Mudd while computer is behaving properly, nor will I ever ever EVER again even pretend to compare Loki with creepy parody!Hagrid. In fact, am considering consecrating mini-bottle of Bailey's to him at this very moment, just in case, but that would involve my drinking some as well, so it shall wait until a time when I don't have writing to do. It's a promise, though - in honor of this quarter's papers, I will spend an evening drinking something nice, and go outside to pour a libation of it to the gods. Please please please just let me finish this quarter with sanity and GPA intact.
At this point, I check the RP, talk to Fey for a few minutes, and then settle in to working.
At 10:50, realization hits. Lor' bless me, Mr Frodo, I have nearly five pages... and no thesis.
*Headdesk* It's going to be a very long night, I fear. It may have been too much to ask that I could get through my junior year of college without a single all-nighter.
ETA: 11:37pm. Moving closer to a thesis, but still not quite on. You know what's bad? Listening to the Potter Puppet Pals Musical in order to cheer up about the disaster of a paper you're writing... and, not five minutes later, writing a sentence about Loki. Loki the... half-giant.
Also, Sean is my hero for linking me to this comic.
11:44pm: Full-blown panic. My computer has apparently taken my listening to "She Fucking Hates Me" by Puddle of Mudd as a sign that I wish her to commence having serious issues. She has closed Word, and now refuses to reopen my paper because it is "locked for editing."
Ten minutes later: Reboot successful, and current draft emailed to self to (hopefully!!) prevent further disaster. Will never ever ever again listen to Puddle of Mudd while computer is behaving properly, nor will I ever ever EVER again even pretend to compare Loki with creepy parody!Hagrid. In fact, am considering consecrating mini-bottle of Bailey's to him at this very moment, just in case, but that would involve my drinking some as well, so it shall wait until a time when I don't have writing to do. It's a promise, though - in honor of this quarter's papers, I will spend an evening drinking something nice, and go outside to pour a libation of it to the gods. Please please please just let me finish this quarter with sanity and GPA intact.
