I'm a dick, I'm addicted...
Okay so its a shite song but sortof gets to where I am mentally right now. Yesterday I put in a very concerted effort. A quick exam in the morning followed by a nice nap and shower, I hit the books around one and came home from the library at eight or so. My breaks were only those necessary to walk from point A (tree on campus) to point B (computer lab) to point C (bookstore for a highlighter) to point D (running into the man) which was en route to point E (the hill in the sun where I could use my highlighter on my freshly printed notes) and finally to point F (floor two, next to Rajeev) where the library crazies set in. So when I realized that I was equating the formation of the Holy Alliance in 1815 to an episode of Futurama ("Its so sad when a friend goes crazy and you have to have a big clam bake and eat him!") and giggling to myself, that maybe it was time to call it a night.
And a night it was, turned out that I'd just missed my man coming to sit with me and drink beer, which was probably for the best because I had to work, and as I pointed out later, have the rubberiest arms in the world. He did drop by around nine for a visit and some tea, and headed off to the library to work. I told him I'd be up late and to drop by when he was done... my phone rang at eleven thirty, and I laughed at his inability to work for any longer than me. I was halfway through unification of Italy, and despite my excitement, I gladly gave it up.
My problem today is that I seem to have developed a severe addiction to those visits, not to mention a severe inability to coax my academic self down from the ledge. "Just wait, we're so close!" I cry, but she doesn't listen, and I am terrified she'll jump before I get through Thursday. So I packed a box and lazily read over my notes. Its forty five minutes to my next exam, I should be panicked but of course I'm writing instead. Tonight, Ian and I are pulling a joint all-nighter as we each have exams tomorrow at nine. We have a date after our exam tonight (same class) to stock up on Guru, and I've promised him some of my Berocca tablets to fizz him along.
Forty-eight hours from right now I will be done. I just have to stop myself from jumping.
And a night it was, turned out that I'd just missed my man coming to sit with me and drink beer, which was probably for the best because I had to work, and as I pointed out later, have the rubberiest arms in the world. He did drop by around nine for a visit and some tea, and headed off to the library to work. I told him I'd be up late and to drop by when he was done... my phone rang at eleven thirty, and I laughed at his inability to work for any longer than me. I was halfway through unification of Italy, and despite my excitement, I gladly gave it up.
My problem today is that I seem to have developed a severe addiction to those visits, not to mention a severe inability to coax my academic self down from the ledge. "Just wait, we're so close!" I cry, but she doesn't listen, and I am terrified she'll jump before I get through Thursday. So I packed a box and lazily read over my notes. Its forty five minutes to my next exam, I should be panicked but of course I'm writing instead. Tonight, Ian and I are pulling a joint all-nighter as we each have exams tomorrow at nine. We have a date after our exam tonight (same class) to stock up on Guru, and I've promised him some of my Berocca tablets to fizz him along.
Forty-eight hours from right now I will be done. I just have to stop myself from jumping.
posted by Care @ 9:56 p.m.
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