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BE SOCIAL OR DIE
Dec. 4th, 2010 07:36 pmTomorrow I shall be social, or die trying. Or possibly just leave early. I have a seminar barbeque at my professor's house (dude, it may be December, BUT NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE WEATHER MAY BE. Today it was 75. Tomorrow it may be 50. WHO KNOWS?), for which I am bringing gingerbread -- I may consider if I am going to enter the dramatic speeches competition, but as I don't actually drink the prize (wine), it would mostly just be for the effect. Also, my professor told us to basically write Hannibal fanfic in the style of Thucydides. Heh.
THEN, right afterwards, I have the NSAGA end-of-semester lunch/dinner. Too much social, omg. At least it's an excuse to leave the barbeque early, if need be. And then I have to write a paper that's due Monday. Then I have go (a) study for my Pompeii final (Wednesday) and (b) keep doing research for my seminar term paper (Friday). The story of my life is, "I should have started earlier." I have more finals, and then I am going HOME OMG HOME TO THE LAND OF THE FROZEN NORTH.
(On the phone with my mom today: Her: Everything's white, there are icicles hanging off the roof, and we had freezing fog so the trees are all white too. It's like being in Narnia! Narnia during the Hundred Year Winter!*
Me: It's seventy-five degrees out and I'm in shirt sleeves.
* I come by it honestly, apparently.)
ETA: Thinking about the barbeque is making me stupidly anxious. I don't. Want. To go. Whatsoever. Okay, worst case scenario, I will take them the gingerbread, and then pick up my paper, and flee. I made the damn cake, that much I have to do. It is finals week, I don't need something else to make me anxious. Okay, thinking about it is making me anxious.
THEN, right afterwards, I have the NSAGA end-of-semester lunch/dinner. Too much social, omg. At least it's an excuse to leave the barbeque early, if need be. And then I have to write a paper that's due Monday. Then I have go (a) study for my Pompeii final (Wednesday) and (b) keep doing research for my seminar term paper (Friday). The story of my life is, "I should have started earlier." I have more finals, and then I am going HOME OMG HOME TO THE LAND OF THE FROZEN NORTH.
(On the phone with my mom today: Her: Everything's white, there are icicles hanging off the roof, and we had freezing fog so the trees are all white too. It's like being in Narnia! Narnia during the Hundred Year Winter!*
Me: It's seventy-five degrees out and I'm in shirt sleeves.
* I come by it honestly, apparently.)
ETA: Thinking about the barbeque is making me stupidly anxious. I don't. Want. To go. Whatsoever. Okay, worst case scenario, I will take them the gingerbread, and then pick up my paper, and flee. I made the damn cake, that much I have to do. It is finals week, I don't need something else to make me anxious. Okay, thinking about it is making me anxious.