Hyper Little Thoughts

Thank you that this week is almost over. And damn did it fly by fast or what? Ah well, just brings me one step closer to NO MORE SCHOOL. And yes, I fear that you may have to hear that every day from now until June 9th. Be afraid. Or annoyed. Whatever works.

I'm getting ready for work, where I'll be till 3 am. Then I'm gonna come home, take a cold shower, drink some redbull, and cram for my midterms tomorrow. In a perfect world - that's what would happen. But it's looking like what will probably happen is I'll come home and pass out, wake up in time to brush my teeth and get to said midterms tomorrow. And then I'm coming home and passing the hell out until I have to work tomorrow night. I've already decided that I don't care how much, or little, I make Friday night - I am going out after work. I want to get my fun on. And I haven't been out in sooooo long. I need to dance, to drink, and to be merry.

Okay. I'm out like beta.

That I start "acting like a ho" and all of a sudden, guys are interested. Not that I'm actually being all that promiscuous (one guy, repeatedly doesn't quite count as that big of a deal, I think), mind you. I think it's the self-confidence thing. Lately when I've been out or just hanging out at the bar or whatever, I've actually initiated contact and talked to random guys just because. I also got my haircut in a "Look at me!" kind of way. (It's technically a fauxhawk for anyone who cares), so for whatever reason, I've been really extroverted lately.

I got three numbers tonight, and about 4 other guys asked for mine. Granted, numbers aren't all that important, and I shouldn't be basing anything on it. But on the other hand, I think that says a lot about how much I've grown and just how much I've changed over the last 9 months or so. I'm definetely not that shy quiet guy that sits in the corner anymore.

And also on a lighter, comedy cosmic note, Gio came into the bar tonight. He still wants to go out sometime. I think maybe I'll call him and set something up, so long as he understands I'm not looking for anything serious right now.

Wow, this ran on a bit longer than I expected, but I'm writing this more for me than for an actual LJ post. Tonight, I was on. I was funny and charming and cute, and I struck up conversations with a few people I didn't know. And, people responded to that. That really means a lot - I hope I don't forget that.

P.S. - I've had a few, but I'm only slightly buzzed. This is not a drunk post.

Okay, the first two days of hellweek are over. And I'm still, more or less, okay. Tonight, I still need to read over the last 6 chapters to prep for my History final on Friday, and also proof, edit, and return my IRB stuff. Oh, that falls under the heading of good news, of which there are two articles. The first being that my research study was approved. I just need to tweek a few little things, get the final stamp of approval, and I'll begin my very first reasearch study. The board gave really great comments, which made me supremely happy with myself. Things like "we not only approve this study, we support it fully, because it is a study that must be done. Research in this field is severely lacking, and we would be proud to stand behind research such as this." This means that not only do they approve it, they're also going to give me special advantages. So, cool. The other piece of good news - the paper I did for Intro, the one I posted a few days ago - we got back today. I got an A:) He gave some great comments, throughout, as well. Which makes me o-so-happy.

I do have to admit, though, I'm in a little bit of a slump. Worries about money and finances and bills have returned. And now I'm plagued by "OH MY GOD, I GRADUATE IN 5 MONTHS - WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO!?!!?!??"

I really just want to crawl into bed for a few days...weeks...months...ever.

Just had my final graduation meeting with the college office, to finish my graduation application and fill out my degree conferral paperwork.

Everything was perfect.

In 129 days, I'll be a DePaul Graduate. More importantly, I'll BE FINISHED WITH COLLEGE!!!

Is when you have the best of the best introduction to a paper, but you don't have anything witty, or, at all, to follow it up with?

Where did my fucking weekend go? ARGH!

It's midnight, here, on Sunday/Monday. I have class in 9 hours, and I only have one sentence of the required 3 page paper for that class completed. Luckily, it is only three pages, and no one can write three pages of utter gobshite like I can.

But then, I have to do my paper on Foucault, which is due tomorrow night. And, since I have class and meetings all day tomorrow, I have to finish it tonight. And you know that's not going to be an easy one to write. I haven't even been able to bring myself to look at the paper explanation.

I'm really in the hating school mood again, because my weekend is fucking gone. I didn't even get to really enjoy it, and it's gone. Now, tomorrow, I have classes and meetings from 9am-9pm, then work from 9pm-3am, sometime in between I'm going to have buy shaving cream, because i'm out, come home, change clothes for work, shave, and get back to school. Then tuesday, I have class in the morning, advising right after that, volunteer work from 3-6pm, then I have two study groups to go to until midnight. Then wednesday I have class from 9-2, work from 3-2am at the catering company. Thursday I have class in the morning, volunteer from 3-6, work from 8-3am at the bar. friday i have a midterm at 9, class at 10:40, another midterm at 2, and I work from 5-2am.

Meanwhile I just want to sit here and bawl.

I was wide awake at 9:30 this morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. You know what's worse than being woken up early on a day off? Waking up early for no reason on your day off. And it's not like I went to bed early last night, so I'm running on less sleep this weekend than I did all week last week. I've really had enough now. What's funny is that this week, when I can't sleep in - that's when my body will decide that I should stay in bed all day. Stupid body. *kicks it*

Had a few more wierd-ass dreams last night. I think I might be losing my mind. Not sure though, I'll keep you posted.

Right now I'm trying to finish this stupid book for History so I can do my book report on it. It's the most rediculous thing in the world. It's called Indian Givers, by Jack Weatherford. If you want a laugh, or something to put you to sleep, try this book. He argues that the potato single-handedly led to trippling the world's population from 1750-1950, that the fur trade single-handedly started the capitolist revolution, and that a corn seed revolutionized world agriculture. I can see how all of these things influenced such changes. But there's never one single cause for anything. This man is on crack. Indian crack, even, because everyone knows indians make the best everything and therefore their crack must also be the best. Pissant.

I guess I'm a little cranky today. Nevermind me, move along, move along.

I'd completely forgotten how much I love this album. See what happens when you flip randomly through your CD binder? I found all sorts of goodies that I'd forgotten I had. Old stuff, too. So, my pad's been rockin since I woke up this morning, my only real day off, at TEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! I just couldn't get back to sleep. My headache returned sometime in the night, and nothing this morning was going to get it to go away. I popped a couple pain pills, and those're keeping it away for the moment.

Let's see. Yesterday I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom. Today, I cleaned out my closets and did the laundry, reorganized my music, movie, and book shelves. I am done for a while, thank you. I'm taking a couple hours off to actually enjoy not having to do anything - I should get to enjoy at least a little bit of my weekend, right? Right.

And then I have to get to work on my Queer Theory paper, my book report for history, and get some other crapola out of the way for this week.

*sigh* A student's work is never done.

I'm posting my paper, because I think a few of you might wish to read it. It's in response to the question: "How did the region you grew up in effect your identity as a sexual person". I didn't really tackle the sexual aspect of it, but that wasn't the big part of the topic. I stretched the truth a teeeeeny bit, because I've never been as butch as I say in here that I was, but I wanted to make a point.

Anyway, here it is.

( Lost in Space. )

One annoying book report to finish: check.

Okay, it's a half a page short, screw it. It's close enough. I can only bitch about something so long before even I get tired of it.