Finally, Spring Break is here. All of you who are also on break this week, say it with me: Ahhhhh.
Friday Five1. What are your five favorite all time TV shows? The Cosby Show, I Love Lucy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Jeopardy! (that totally counts), and... Rugrats.
2. What five things you want to do before the year is out? Write another short story, read a classic book of my own volition, go on a road trip... you know, I'll settle for just having a schedule where I don't have to fight through each day.
3. Who are five people (alive, dead, or otherwise) you would want to have dinner with? J.K. Rowling, Oprah Winfrey, Hermione Granger (it says "otherwise")... I don't know who else.
4. Where are five places (cities, states, countries, etc.) you would like to visit? I'd go to Hawaii again, Spain, France, Australia, and New York City.
5. What are your five favorite desserts? Vanilla ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, the s'mores sundae at Adele's, vanilla milkshakes, and chocolate milk.
This week was hellacious.
My women's studies midterm on Wednesday wasn't too bad. I think I did okay, except that after writing an essay in twenty minutes, my hand was killing me. And afterward we watched part of the DVD of
The Vagina Monologues.
Wednesday night was the worst. I spent all afternoon and all night, until 2:30 a.m., trying to finish the paper for my honors seminar. It was on Isabella d'Este. I didn't have much trouble finding information -- I actually had too much. I was stuck trying to distill a two-volume biography into a five-page paper. My paper actually came out around four and a half pages. I was just so fed up by the time I finally finished it, about ten minutes before I left for class. I hope I get a decent grade, even though it's a sucky paper.
I got up early Thursday morning after a late caffeine-and-queasiness-filled night. I tried to study for my lit midterm, but it didn't really help. I didn't even finish reading some of the books, and the ones I did finish, I didn't really understand. I'm not used to plowing through a novel in two days, then being expected to critically analyze the whole thing for discussion, only to move on to another novel for the next class. I don't understand, and it's killing me. My teacher gave us five possible essay questions; two were on the exam. She didn't choose the
Charterhouse of Parma question. I had actually prepared for that one, even though I never finished the book. We were allowed to use an index card of quotes to help support our essays, but I mainly just had a few
Charterhouse quotes, so it was basically useless. She probably intended for us to strengthen our essays with quotes, but I was so exhausted from several days of frantic work that I just gave up. My essays were fairly general, and they took me a long time. That exam counts for a lot of my grade, so I hope I did well on it.
So, after my honors seminar, I went home and did my astro homework, my last assignment before break. I wound up going to March Madness dinner alone. They have theme dinner every few weeks. The food was actually good. I had popcorn chicken, Boardwalk fries, and a chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich. So yummy. They also had hot dogs, cheesesteaks, funnel cake (the line was too long, but oh, did I want one), and non-alcoholic beer. It really did look like an arena concession. It was a nice change.
After dinner, I went back and finished my homework. Then I went to Commons to hang out with Greg. We watched the old BBC version of
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It was kind of cool. I might have to see the new version... but I might just see if it comes to the Hoff. I nearly fell asleep from being so tired. He was quite persistent in trying to get me to taste his... was it a mudslide?... but I didn't want to. To be honest, if I were ever to try a "drug", it'd be alcohol, but I just wasn't up for it.
Today, I got up and successfully made it to astro lecture on time. Yay for not missing another homework grade. I went over to see Greg again. We talked for a long time -- so long that I left for lunch late, which made me late for my dad's picking me up. After frantically packing, we left. I got a new ID card, since my dad's retired now. I came home, unpacked, and got online. Why,
why am I cursed to the Land of Dial-up at home? Did I do something?
My plans for the rest of the night are up in the air. Greg is currently trying to convince me to go shopping with him. I'm not sure if I want to go. I've been in a weird place lately. He's kind of stationed along the road to the weird place.
And with that metaphor, I depart.
