I think that my paper topic for Vertebrate Paleontology has changed to: Ichthyosaurs, Mosasaurs and Plesiosaurs; the Diving Habits of Mesozoic Marine Reptiles According to Osteopathology.
I will keep you all posted, I'm sure that you are all on pins and needles. (Or most of your brains shut off halfway through the previous sentence, but I'm sure that it's one of those two.)
I have to say, I don't like feeling rushed for deadlines on my writing, but I looove going to the library and researching. You've all seen that nerd (I'm assuming here that you've all at least been to a library), the one with 20 books piled all around them and a smile on their face like a kid in a candy store. Well, that's me. And I am unapologetic about it. I love books. I love books so much that I have way more than I have time to read. I am always in the process of reading about 3 of them at once. (Currently: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen on my iPod, Bitch by Elizabeth Wurzel just for fun, I just read the play Night Train to Bolina by Nilo Cruz, and I'm thinking that I should read Raisin in the Sun for a point of comparisson to it. Oh yeah, and then there's numerous articles and theatre analysis for classes.)
This is the main reason why I think that I might try to angle my way into some sort of apprenticeship with the dramaturg at the Guthrie this summer. It can't hurt to try. And for anyone who hasn't put it together, the dramaturg's main job for a theatre and a play is to research the themes, the sets, the costumes, the minutiae, basically everything, and the only one in the Cities that has a steady job is the man at the Guthrie.
Then again, every time I try to turn something I enjoy into something that makes me money, I start to enjoy it a whole lot less. I haven't figured out if this is the way of the world or simply a side effect of my attitude towards work. Maybe if I went into a job and made an effort to enjoy myself even when it was difficult, I wouldn't sour on things quite so much.
Anyway, I have researching to do.
24 February 2009
23 February 2009
hunh . . . some great 100th post
I've been holding off on this post for a while now because I felt like it should be something big. After all, it is my 100th post. But really, this blog has never been anything all that exciting. Mostly I like to think that people read it because I'm honest, and sometimes funny. So I decided that it can just be a regular post, where I bitch about stuff and you all patronize me and then I don't learn my lesson and we do it all again next week.
Currently I just have way too much on my plate. I still haven't written the paper that was due last week Tuesday for theatre class, I have 3 geochronology labs to finish by Monday, and I have a scene that I have to put together for acting class with a group. Oh, and don't forget the paper on ichthyosaurus (and mosasaurus and plesiosaurus) eyes that I have to have researched by next week Thursday. And worst of all, I spell theatre like a pretentious jerk. Even my spell-checker hates me.
But really, it's not so bad. I have been hanging in there admirably and after a particularly bad week last week, I am even managing to exercise this week.
Seriously, last week was bad. It started out with oversleeping on Monday until about noon (I have class at 10:10 and 12:20), so I didn't make it to campus until 1:20. Then it moved on to Tuesday, which wasn't so bad, but Athena cancelled her attendance at our stitch'n'bitch, so it was just me and Normalgirl. Which was fun; we connected, but I drank too much, maybe just a smidge, but I still swear that it was the mugwort beer (homebrew, Owow has been experimenting with hop alternatives) . . .
Because on Wednesday, I got to vomit for at least 4 hours straight. I missed an advisor meeting; I missed the same class that I had missed on Monday morning; I missed a meeting with a professor. By the time I got out of bed, I could only make it to school an hour late for rehearsal for my friend's scene that he's directing, and about an hour of this lateness was due to the fact that the water in our apartment was shut off for repairs, so I had to go to the gym at school to get a shower.
Thursday I overslept again, same on Friday. Then, just when I finally made that appointment with the professor and things were looking up . . . I lost my voice and had to call in sick to work on Saturday.
This actually turned out to be a good thing. I desperately needed Saturday to pull my head together and get back on track. And so far, this week has been fabulous. Everything is just peachy. Somehow I'm gonna manage to pull all of this shit together, because that's what I do best: cobble together some bullshit so that I can get a grade and be done.
P.S. I guess as a blogger and a wanna-be actress I should say something about the Oscars. It's strange to have 5 successful actresses on the same stage and think, "Wow, Angelica Huston is the normal-looking one. " (Penelope Cruz is the winner, not a presenter and therefore does not matter in this photo. But for the record, that dress is corseted so tight that she was gasping all through her speech.) After the cinematography award, I got bored and watched Zack and Miri Make a Porno instead. I highly recommend it. I found it wonderfully romantic.
Currently I just have way too much on my plate. I still haven't written the paper that was due last week Tuesday for theatre class, I have 3 geochronology labs to finish by Monday, and I have a scene that I have to put together for acting class with a group. Oh, and don't forget the paper on ichthyosaurus (and mosasaurus and plesiosaurus) eyes that I have to have researched by next week Thursday. And worst of all, I spell theatre like a pretentious jerk. Even my spell-checker hates me.
But really, it's not so bad. I have been hanging in there admirably and after a particularly bad week last week, I am even managing to exercise this week.
Seriously, last week was bad. It started out with oversleeping on Monday until about noon (I have class at 10:10 and 12:20), so I didn't make it to campus until 1:20. Then it moved on to Tuesday, which wasn't so bad, but Athena cancelled her attendance at our stitch'n'bitch, so it was just me and Normalgirl. Which was fun; we connected, but I drank too much, maybe just a smidge, but I still swear that it was the mugwort beer (homebrew, Owow has been experimenting with hop alternatives) . . .
Because on Wednesday, I got to vomit for at least 4 hours straight. I missed an advisor meeting; I missed the same class that I had missed on Monday morning; I missed a meeting with a professor. By the time I got out of bed, I could only make it to school an hour late for rehearsal for my friend's scene that he's directing, and about an hour of this lateness was due to the fact that the water in our apartment was shut off for repairs, so I had to go to the gym at school to get a shower.
Thursday I overslept again, same on Friday. Then, just when I finally made that appointment with the professor and things were looking up . . . I lost my voice and had to call in sick to work on Saturday.
This actually turned out to be a good thing. I desperately needed Saturday to pull my head together and get back on track. And so far, this week has been fabulous. Everything is just peachy. Somehow I'm gonna manage to pull all of this shit together, because that's what I do best: cobble together some bullshit so that I can get a grade and be done.
P.S. I guess as a blogger and a wanna-be actress I should say something about the Oscars. It's strange to have 5 successful actresses on the same stage and think, "Wow, Angelica Huston is the normal-looking one. " (Penelope Cruz is the winner, not a presenter and therefore does not matter in this photo. But for the record, that dress is corseted so tight that she was gasping all through her speech.) After the cinematography award, I got bored and watched Zack and Miri Make a Porno instead. I highly recommend it. I found it wonderfully romantic.
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