2002-12-07 - 6:06 p.m. : what is best? : cuddling, friends, philosophy, getting there, being there, loving every minute. : Ten pages in Courier New is good for my sanity. This accursed Late Antiquity paper is half way done and I can go about my days without feeling like a complete slave to the books. Unfortunately, finals week and my period got scheduled into the same time slot so I fear that this next week I will be a hormonal mess of stress and misery. If the box of donuts and barbeque potato chips that I have been eating all day don't speak for the state of my hormones, I don't know what will.
The lazy-ass bum that has been hogging the couch in the back of my mind is trying to convince me that I can survive my Spanish, Latin, and Greek exams without studying for them. The temptation is great, but I have the will power to resist. As I eat yet another chocolate-covered donette. But the fact does remain that this is the most work that I've got done on a paper in advance as I have ever done in my New College (even high school) career. It isn't like me to start writing more than 24 hours in advance and yet look at me: I'm half way done with 42 hours to spare. I think that this bodes well for my thesising future.
In other news, I went down to Sultan's symposium last night for some boozing, debauchery, semi-nudity, and philosophy. I chilled on the "Naked couch" with all the other shirt-less (and even pants-less) folks and watched the night go by into the wee hours of the morning, discussing the New College sex web and philosophizing over "what is best?" And though I stumbled back up to my room at 5 a.m. after the symposium had converted to a slumber party,I didn't get to sleep until after 7 a.m. when the early rays of morning began to show through my wine-colored curtain.
When we got up this afternoon, Texas went to Shell to pick up cloves and to get study/junk food for me ('cause he's a babe like that, yo) and when he got back we lounged around for a bit and he played me his new song (which is awesome, by the way) before he had to go to work and I had to get crackin' on my paperness. And considering that I've been awake for a grand total of 4 and a half hours, I'd say that it's been a productive evening. I ought to work on Spanish tonight and then come back to my paper. And I ought to not stay up until 7 a.m. again.
Egads--I feel so fucking responsible and together. Yet not. I'll try not to let it all go to my head.
