Midnight Down
Laundry done on a Monday night--how glorious. How unglorious, though, the unforgivable of completely placing out of mind my English and Physics homework this weekend. Now I get to rightly suffer for my academic aloofness. That, and I still haven't gotten to see the first page of comic #2.
And apparently my Grandma's car and computer broke, and my uncle quit his job, and a gas main ruptured this morning near my house (but mom said no explosions). So it isn't just my world that has been suffering this last week--it appears my entire extended family is treated with the worst of luck this month.
This 11 days until the Final Fantasy concert couldn't go by quickly enough--the only thing between now and then that might happen that /might/ consider I hope time to run more leisurely again would be on the off chance I mysteriously fall in love with a stranger-girl seeing "The Misanthrope" again and begin an unquestionably beautiful romance. But those odds are likely near the same as a comet (not just a meteor) striking Earth full-force in Japan--and then Norway. And, somehow, a shard delayedly strikes Chicago after I have a chance to despair in knowing Ragnar Tornquist and the country that makes me RPGs have been murdered by outer space.
So key points between now and then: Wednesday morning I perform my first COMS100 speech--I don't much look forward to it, seeing as how I didn't even outline it until this evening, which gives me only tomorrow (when my roommate whom has been absent since Sunday afternoon will likely reappear in the middle of practicing) to work with perfecting notecards and delivery. Thursday is my first Auditory Physics test--if there's more math than theory, I'm fucked. If there's more theory than math, I hope the curve is friendly. Thursday night I will see "The Misanthrope" alone again (I decided this evening it will be worth the $7). Friday morning I have an outline and summary to write (actually the summary was due today) for English. Friday night I will see if "Tartuffe" stands up in any way to its precursary performance. Saturday night I might see "The Misanthrope" for a third time--but maybe not, especially if all the good tickets are sold out by Friday. Sunday evening is the Creative Writing workshop. And the next episode of 24 next Monday will assuredly be action-awesome.
Thus my week--not too thrilling, if it weren't February it would be cake. But since it is February, chances are likelier a number of those things will explode in my face--especially those things which have the least probability of exploding in general.
I'd much like to go on vacation to Seattle and read the novels in me "reading/will read soon" list in a Pacific-viewing cafe right now.
And apparently my Grandma's car and computer broke, and my uncle quit his job, and a gas main ruptured this morning near my house (but mom said no explosions). So it isn't just my world that has been suffering this last week--it appears my entire extended family is treated with the worst of luck this month.
This 11 days until the Final Fantasy concert couldn't go by quickly enough--the only thing between now and then that might happen that /might/ consider I hope time to run more leisurely again would be on the off chance I mysteriously fall in love with a stranger-girl seeing "The Misanthrope" again and begin an unquestionably beautiful romance. But those odds are likely near the same as a comet (not just a meteor) striking Earth full-force in Japan--and then Norway. And, somehow, a shard delayedly strikes Chicago after I have a chance to despair in knowing Ragnar Tornquist and the country that makes me RPGs have been murdered by outer space.
So key points between now and then: Wednesday morning I perform my first COMS100 speech--I don't much look forward to it, seeing as how I didn't even outline it until this evening, which gives me only tomorrow (when my roommate whom has been absent since Sunday afternoon will likely reappear in the middle of practicing) to work with perfecting notecards and delivery. Thursday is my first Auditory Physics test--if there's more math than theory, I'm fucked. If there's more theory than math, I hope the curve is friendly. Thursday night I will see "The Misanthrope" alone again (I decided this evening it will be worth the $7). Friday morning I have an outline and summary to write (actually the summary was due today) for English. Friday night I will see if "Tartuffe" stands up in any way to its precursary performance. Saturday night I might see "The Misanthrope" for a third time--but maybe not, especially if all the good tickets are sold out by Friday. Sunday evening is the Creative Writing workshop. And the next episode of 24 next Monday will assuredly be action-awesome.
Thus my week--not too thrilling, if it weren't February it would be cake. But since it is February, chances are likelier a number of those things will explode in my face--especially those things which have the least probability of exploding in general.
I'd much like to go on vacation to Seattle and read the novels in me "reading/will read soon" list in a Pacific-viewing cafe right now.
posted by SJ at 2/07/2005 11:58:00 PM
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