ah, my least favorite time of the year
May. 5th, 2011 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardOkay, I know I'm repeating myself at this point, but it's my journal and I'm worked up, so -- yeah. Sorry. Fannish content may recommence at some point in the future. (Although aella_irene and I have started doing what I call "writing as performance art" -- comment-ficcing in a public post -- again. Good times, man, good times.)
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Aside from running my three remaining boxes of books over to the post office at Loyola tomorrow before my final, I will not allow myself to think about packing until I have taken my final. All today I've been splitting my attention between packing and studying, and packing kept winning out, so that I didn't start studying until a couple hours ago. It was this frozen state between "pack" and "study" where my anxiety at both kept threatening to overwhelm me.
(The study part was not helped by Maryland saying a few days ago that sure, she'd drive me and my boxes over to the Pappi to drop the boxes off instead of me trying to wrangle them onto the shuttle, and then yesterday saying she'd suddenly decided to leave town for a few days. So she's gone, but I'm left in the lurch. I think I'm going to try and ship all my stuff home instead, but -- okay, NOT THINKING ABOUT PACKING. Anyway, so that particular incident has raised my anxiety level because it puts something else up in the air.)
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I mentioned the other day that I'd developed another nervous tic, some kind of jaw thing. I would really like it to stop, because not only is it really annoying, it's also starting to get really painful. I don't know why all my nervous tics seem to be self-destructive in some way. I've got some other thing going with my ear as well: also painful. So that's irritating.
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Despite the fact that none of my roommates have moved out, no one's been in the apartment for the past couple of hours. I helped Alaska take her boxes over to FedEx earlier today, which made me really glad that I'm shipping my five boxes of books through USPS. (It's a bit more of a hike, since I have to go over to Loyola's campus in order to do so, but it's cheaper and it's significantly less chaotic because Loyola gets out later than we do, so they're not in full-on move-out mode yet.) Maryland's left town because she doesn't have anything to do until graduation; I don't know where Texas or Alaska are. It's very quiet, and very unnerving, especially since campus itself is pretty quiet right now as we're near the end of the exam session.
(Somebody came in as I was typing this -- I think Alaska, since I hear the sound of packing tape.)
Anyway, for some background noise, any background noise, I'm listening to the Broadway Lion King soundtrack.
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I'm going to work through the "Catholicism and the World beyond Europe" section on my syllabus, then take a shower, then read my notes on the rest; I'll go through the textbook tomorrow morning before the final.
I would like to do something completely unrelated to studying or packing, like watch something or wrote fic. I really want to make cookies and use up my butter -- maybe I'll do that tomorrow, after my final. If I finish studying early enough, maybe I'll write or watch+knit.
aella_irene and I have started doing what I call "writing as performance art" -- comment-ficcing in a public post -- again. Good times, man, good times.)*
Aside from running my three remaining boxes of books over to the post office at Loyola tomorrow before my final, I will not allow myself to think about packing until I have taken my final. All today I've been splitting my attention between packing and studying, and packing kept winning out, so that I didn't start studying until a couple hours ago. It was this frozen state between "pack" and "study" where my anxiety at both kept threatening to overwhelm me.
(The study part was not helped by Maryland saying a few days ago that sure, she'd drive me and my boxes over to the Pappi to drop the boxes off instead of me trying to wrangle them onto the shuttle, and then yesterday saying she'd suddenly decided to leave town for a few days. So she's gone, but I'm left in the lurch. I think I'm going to try and ship all my stuff home instead, but -- okay, NOT THINKING ABOUT PACKING. Anyway, so that particular incident has raised my anxiety level because it puts something else up in the air.)
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I mentioned the other day that I'd developed another nervous tic, some kind of jaw thing. I would really like it to stop, because not only is it really annoying, it's also starting to get really painful. I don't know why all my nervous tics seem to be self-destructive in some way. I've got some other thing going with my ear as well: also painful. So that's irritating.
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Despite the fact that none of my roommates have moved out, no one's been in the apartment for the past couple of hours. I helped Alaska take her boxes over to FedEx earlier today, which made me really glad that I'm shipping my five boxes of books through USPS. (It's a bit more of a hike, since I have to go over to Loyola's campus in order to do so, but it's cheaper and it's significantly less chaotic because Loyola gets out later than we do, so they're not in full-on move-out mode yet.) Maryland's left town because she doesn't have anything to do until graduation; I don't know where Texas or Alaska are. It's very quiet, and very unnerving, especially since campus itself is pretty quiet right now as we're near the end of the exam session.
(Somebody came in as I was typing this -- I think Alaska, since I hear the sound of packing tape.)
Anyway, for some background noise, any background noise, I'm listening to the Broadway Lion King soundtrack.
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I'm going to work through the "Catholicism and the World beyond Europe" section on my syllabus, then take a shower, then read my notes on the rest; I'll go through the textbook tomorrow morning before the final.
I would like to do something completely unrelated to studying or packing, like watch something or wrote fic. I really want to make cookies and use up my butter -- maybe I'll do that tomorrow, after my final. If I finish studying early enough, maybe I'll write or watch+knit.