april showers bring may... snow bunnies?

It's April 12th, and it's snowing. What the f*(K, Mother Earth? To be honest, I'm actually okay with the snowiness of Christmas Island, because on Wednesday, I'm leaving for Nashville, TN, where weather.com predicts that it will be sunny and warm... with isolated thunder storms. Dammit. I just can't win.

So I went to Kohl's this morning to buy some clothing items for said Nashville trip with a gift card I got for Christmas (saving gift cards for long periods of time is one of my favorite things to do). The store was packed and I stood in line to check out for a good fifteen minutes (in Christmas Island, this is an eternity). The woman in front of me purchased FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY DOLLARS worth of clothing. FIVE-THREE-FIVE! She was with two smallish girls and all the clothing was clearly for them. I couldn't tell if this was a run-of-the-mill purchase or a we-haven't-bought-clothes-in-a-year-and-won't-for-another sort of thing. But either way, Holy Crap(!) If I spent that much on clothing in one shopping situation, I'm pretty sure that my heart would screech to a halt in a mixture of happiness and horror.

I'm eating subway and rocking the Pandora, two things that have historically been indicators that I will get-a-lot-of-crap-done. Which is good because in the next 87 hours i need to: do a bunch of grading, plan my oral comm. class, write an annotated bibliography, write critiques of three articles, do my laundry, run to the store, make nats packs for speechies, pack for nfa, draft at least 25 pages of thesis (I've given up on the original goal of 60 having recognized that not even I, with my above average last minute skills, could pull it off), and if possible get a little sleep. Sounds like quite the party, doesn't it? I'd invite you, but I think it may be a little too hot to handle.

buelsy (party hardy)

dejavu, but not quite as sweet.

It's the middle of the night. I'm in my office, jacked up on caffeine and chewing gum and barbeque soy crips. I'm listening to Tegan and Sara's The Con. It's like last fall all over again. Remember that time, readers? Back when I used to work on my thesis? Little by little, day by day? Just like my dear adviser advised me to? Yes, those were the days. These days, on the other hand, I have to write sixty pages of thesis in one week. Sixty Pages! ONE WEEK! Yes, it's totally insufferable, and yes, it's totally my own *freaking* fault.

My only consolation? The MLA Handbook for Writers of Research Papers, Sixth Edition. Is it a sign that you have obsessive compulsive disorder if reading and repeating the rules of ellipses and citing anthologies keep you from scratching your eyeballs out and then banging your head over and over again on your keyboard?

I NEED (and by NEED I mean have been trained by consumerist society to WANT): New Chucks. More coffee. A face implant that puts Chapstick on my lips 24-7. An iPhone. A footrest that is red. A tiny person to live on my desk and dust things. Free iTunes for Life. My left elbow to stop itching. A doppleganger who will write my thesis, defend it and then conveniently cease to exist.

-buelsy (tougher than the rest?)

weekends come and go.

When I was younger I was a huge fan of the Anne of Green Gables series (there, it's out!). One of my favorite Anneisms was "I am drowning in the depths of despair." I've used that wonderful, overly dramatic phrase a number of times in the past decade, and each time it has been anything but an accurate description of my life. But it occurred to me this morning that right now, I may in fact be drowning in the depths of despair. No drama, no over-exaggeration involved. I just spent an entire weekend doing... nothing. I mean, in all fairness to myself, I did do laundry and some major anxiety cleaning, which can both be considered fairly productive actions. I also went to downtown Main Street with some people on Friday night and ended up finding an apartment to sublet this summer. But I did not work on my thesis nor did I do any homework. Drowning, people, drowning.

We leave for NFA in a little over a week (GO PANTS!). After I get back, there are only a little over two weeks left of school. Point being, everything is happening too fast for me to be philandering with cleaning supplies on a Sunday afternoon.

-buelsy (needs to kick it into high gear)