2003-03-09 - 11:16 pm
I've been up since 8am working on a major paper due in Art History tomorrow afternoon. I have the majority of it finished, cover page and references pages printed. All that's left is my curatorial statement right at the beginning - the essay that introduces and connects the three other essays I have already written. Leave it to me to do things backward. I'm already nearing my word limit and I haven't even gotten my statement to its 3 page limit. I think I could have shortened some of my other essays but really I don't give a shit anymore. It'll be nine to ten pages by the time I'm through with it and that'll have to do.
I doubt I'll get a good mark on this. My arguments are rather weak and I don't feel like anything I have written is cohesively connected. Though this could just been the 16 hours I've spent in front of the computer talking. I did enough research (spanning over 2 weeks or more, thank you very much) so I think I'm supported enough. Ugh. All I need is a B grade, that's all. I'll be content even with a high C grade because I can make up for it on the final exam. I just want this overwith already.
The rest of this week is going to be even more chaotic what with a huge group project due next Monday and we've barely gotten into the nitty-gritty of it yet. I have a self portrait to finish tomorrow night for Tuesday's crit and another essay to write. Fuck. I just want to curl up in a ball and die.
I shouldn't have slacked off this weekend even if it was well needed and deserved. It seems whenever I have a ton of work to do my brain shuts off and I turn into a vegetable. Layin' like broccolli.
The weather is so cold today but the heat in my room has been turned on bust estimating a balmy 25 degrees in combination with the heat from my computer. I've been wearing stretch pants and slippers, my hair lazily pulled back in a ponytail and sitting crosslegged in my desk chair. Good lunch, greasy supper, and jello. A can of diet Coke, three juiceboxes and not enough water.
I'm back down to my normal weight now, you know. Spending the last two weeks eating nothing but salads/rice for lunch, pasta/pizza for dinner and drinking lots of water has paid off. Amazing how just four pounds gone makes me feel so much healthier, cleaner. Tonight Dad made homemade french fries and my blood feels thick. I shouldn't be eating that shit anymore. I gave it up at Denny's and I should just give it up at home too. It's not good for me, especially if it lands me in the bathroom with gut rot for an hour. Yuck.
Deep fried starch, you and I cannot be friends anymore. I'm calling it quits.
Anyway, I'm writing purely on stream of semi-consciousness. I need to get in bed, watch Center Stage and eventually fall asleep. I'll finish my paper in the morning.
