Surprisingly, I haven't had many papers this semester. The only non-science class that I'm taking is art history, and we've had three relatively short papers for that. And since I've finished the methods on my thesis, I'm just kind of waiting on that right now.
Might be; I'm right-handed, so this hand has been doing typing, writing and mouse-clicking since 10 this morning.
And it will keep going until about 1 in the morning.
This paper is on 70's/80's conservativism as backlash to liberalism and the "culture wars." The other are on aggression in young children and Italian opera/British ballad opera (ie The Beggar's Opera) as ancestry to the modern musical. That one should be fun, though.
15 days until my last class of the semester 23 days until my last final 28 days until I move in to my summer housing
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel
"There was this one time an alarm went off - it was in the middle of '24.' That's just wrong. Everyone knows everyone was watching '24' at that time."
--NYU student quoted in the Washington Square News about students ignoring the frequent fire alarms in dorms
Time passage.... I often find to be a downer, in the long run. It's depressing when it goes by so quick, a lot of times, unless you're waiting for something good.
Oy. Summer housing. Another thing on my list. If I get something, that is.
I feel the same way, Em. I had so many things to look forward to. Not that I don't now, but it's kind of depressing to know that they're all over. Thinking about memories usually makes me sad. There are so many things that I had that I'll never have again.
"Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead."
Well, not even really that things you anticipate are over, because, well, that's how it goes. But when I think about the fact that it's already been almost a year since... I don't know, pick some event that happened a year ago -- that's frightening. You know? I remember really vividly something that happened in, say, November -- and that was almost half a year ago. That's a lot of time. It's weird!
heh. Like when you can remember something as if it were yesterday, and then you realize how long ago it was? That's upsetting to me. I don't really know why.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
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