Well, then my days have lightened up considerably in stress department since I've given my Thomas Becket presentation (Thursday) and finished the paper (Friday). Sean said he liked my consistently sarcastic attitude during the presentation and Andy said he was amused by my opinionated insertions which I sprinkled throughout. That's only my second in-class presentation and it was done on four hours of sleep and I was incredibly intimidated by Beiting who graduated from stinking Oxford. (When I visited Oxford last semester I was rather shocked, I'm not gonna lie to you. The only place where I saw more falling-down drunk people on the streets was Edinburg. My conclusion from that was they must work really really hard over the week if they have to get that drunk by 10 p.m.)
Alas, I've lost much of my drive now that the paper is done. I don't know what's wrong with me but gosh I love the feeling of being backed in a corner so you have to work your ass off until you're done. After the presentation was over at 4:15 I worked all through the night on the paper until 6 p.m. Friday. And darn it, I love research. It's so exciting to get past all the falsifications of other historians and primary sources (let's face it: history is written by the winners) and get at just the facts. It's a little annoying to me that I didn't start sooner because I would have liked to work on it more. Ah, well. I'd better not say that to Sean since he still hasn't finished his paper. I'm not too worried about him though. He's so stinking smart, he'll probably still get an A. At the Retro Clash Bash he and Tom and I were standing in a circle passing two cigarettes counterclock wise so we all got the same amount of smoke. (And that's why I love smokers)
And oh, yes the Clash Bash. Well, that's when we all get together and see how long it takes us to look awful. Yet it's so much more fun to get ready for than a normal dance. (And at a formal you have to be wound up ready to tell other girls how beautiful they look so you're not stuck being the one saying, "Oh yeah, you too!" I got an hour sleep after finishing my paper then got up to get ready. Maureen had her hair done up in a beehive with a yellow, red and orange skirt and sweater set...she looked great, like the scary, eccentric third grade teacher. Monica was a flower child and her hair was done in a bouffant and she looked ravishing. I was dressed in a black t-shirt, black pinstriped pants, and bowler hat, crimped hair and really heavy eye makeup. I was Johnny Depp and looked repulisive. Sean, dressed as Jimi Hendrix, said, "Wow, I wouldn't have guessed that but I can see it now. Though I'm a lot more attracted to you than to Johnny Depp." Thom, Mel, Sean and I were dancing together most of the night.
More happened but I never finish reading other people's long-assed blogs so I'm signing off.
Ciao!
Paz y amor!
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