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I'm not exactly sure what happened--it was probably the theatre, I expect--but these last weeks & days have been a glorious outpouring of friends & laughing & sitting in dorm rooms until two in the morning & being delirious with balancing everything.
We had a "study group" at Starbucks last night, pushing the tables together & being mostly ridiculous. I managed to write my entire paper sans intro yesterday, though, with much poking about & phone calls to my dad. I read Lit at Starbucks, drinking tea and curling up on the soft chairs, all of us mostly distracting each other but sometimes working. We went back to Anne & Ashley's room when Starbucks kicked us out at midnight, where we sat around, laughing over the latest installments in Anne's almost-a-relationship-but-not-quite-because-he-is-being-frustrating, with the dear "Franz." ("I flirt like a football player. I run them over. If they're still standing at the end of the night, I've done something wrong." - Anne)
& then I sat with Andy in his room, eating garlic popcorn (mmm, popcorn) & looking at his photo album with pictures of the dances he went to with Bridget W (from Tara Academy!). It's a ridiculously small world.
I woke up early & finished my paper. No, don't faint, I really did--it was amazing. I'm quite proud of myself. The fact that I got my lit journals back in class with an "A" for both the journals & participation makes me even more pleased, because I wasn't sure those journals were all that good. Apparently I am thinking the way I need to, or something.
I ran errands today too. I feel all productive. Also hungry; but I get free dinner in twenty minutes, & then we get to perform for rich people.
Summer's almost here. I can taste the incipient freedom; Folklife is creeping in on my brain. Speaking of which, why did no one tell me Twelfth Night was performing there? I'm so excited!
Over & out.
We had a "study group" at Starbucks last night, pushing the tables together & being mostly ridiculous. I managed to write my entire paper sans intro yesterday, though, with much poking about & phone calls to my dad. I read Lit at Starbucks, drinking tea and curling up on the soft chairs, all of us mostly distracting each other but sometimes working. We went back to Anne & Ashley's room when Starbucks kicked us out at midnight, where we sat around, laughing over the latest installments in Anne's almost-a-relationship-but-not-quite-because-he-is-being-frustrating, with the dear "Franz." ("I flirt like a football player. I run them over. If they're still standing at the end of the night, I've done something wrong." - Anne)
& then I sat with Andy in his room, eating garlic popcorn (mmm, popcorn) & looking at his photo album with pictures of the dances he went to with Bridget W (from Tara Academy!). It's a ridiculously small world.
I woke up early & finished my paper. No, don't faint, I really did--it was amazing. I'm quite proud of myself. The fact that I got my lit journals back in class with an "A" for both the journals & participation makes me even more pleased, because I wasn't sure those journals were all that good. Apparently I am thinking the way I need to, or something.
I ran errands today too. I feel all productive. Also hungry; but I get free dinner in twenty minutes, & then we get to perform for rich people.
Summer's almost here. I can taste the incipient freedom; Folklife is creeping in on my brain. Speaking of which, why did no one tell me Twelfth Night was performing there? I'm so excited!
Over & out.
