School thoughts...

I am currently in the final throes of this year's essay writing. Armed with instant coffee and lots of peppy music (though I've got Across the Universe playing in the background at the moment), I have a few literature essays to put the final touches on and then that's it. I can't wait to actually get a good night's sleep on Tuesday. Monday night will be spent stressing over whether or not I actually did a good job. But Tuesday... Tuesday will be bliss.

Writing literature essays has always been easy. I'm thankful that they're the last ones on my list, because if I had to attempt that damn Concepts history essay at this hour in the game I think my brain would melt and leak out my ears. The only thing that bums me out is that the texts we covered for this particular class SUCK. I've never been a fan of Frankenstein, I didn't really get North, The House of Bernarda Alba was pointless, and the last time I tried to read The Tempest I fell asleep. At least the essay topics are enough to hold my interest, though I'd admittedly be able to write much better essays if I actually liked the literary works I'm writing about.

I was so exhausted Friday after staying up all Wednesday night to finish aforementioned Concepts essay and then going to Olie's birthday party and staying up all night again on Thursday that I almost canceled the plans I had made for Friday night. I'm glad I didn't. It was good to see everybody. Since we don't have lecture anymore, and I don't live on campus like most all of my school friends do, haven't really seen some of them in a while. Good times. And I rediscovered dark ale. I was surprised to find out just how much I'd missed it.

Everyone also loved my new hair. Have to say, I don't get tired of people telling me how much they like it. Though to be fair it wouldn't matter if they didn't because I love it so much. First sort of uber-stylish haircut I've had. And if you'd told me a year ago (before I cut off all my hair for the first time) that I'd be able to pull off a cut this short, I'd have said something witty to convey my disbelief.

Some of the Beatles love songs are just perfect. Perfect. How did they do that?

Anyway, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel with this school stuff. Hopes that work would calm down with Julian and Sonja back at work have been hopelessly dashed. The upside is that I've been trying out new recipes and expanding my culinary repertoire. I'm also trying to educate myself in what wines go with what foods. It helps that I'm now in charge of doing the grocery shopping (which I do online, hooray for ocado.com). Sunday nights are now spent with cookbooks spread around my room and dinner ideas scribbled down with their accompanying shopping lists. Good times. I'm glad to report there have only been a few misses (like the time I misread tsp and put waaaaaaay too much honey in that chicken dish).

I should get back to work. I've got two more weeks of frantic studying, then it's all over until school starts up again in the fall. Conrad doesn't get done until July or something like that, so I'm going to be bored out of my mind during the day without school to occupy me. Guess I'll get a head start on my summer reading. Remind me again why I decided to take a class on Old English...