i should be lyin' on a sun-soaked beach . . .

I just signed up for the class that was going to force me delay graduation until April 08 instead of December 07. And, after this coming winter semester, I will only need three more classes to finish up the Art History minor. Add an English class, a couple of PE classes, the portfolio class and I could graduate. Granted, that's a crazy-full semester . . . 9 credits for ArtHC, 3ish for Theatre, 3 for English, and 2 for PE . . . but it is possible. 17 is definitely do-able. Graduate. I got kinda shaky all over when thinking about it . . . graduating. It's a frightening word when there are so many options before you. In high school, there was only one path after graduation: college. Sure, I had many options as to which college, but that became a clear choice for me in the end. But now . . . where do I go? The choice is significantly less clear. Shall I begin a career? Go to New York? Bum around Europe for kicks? Grad School? And, grad school poses a WHOLE new set of problems. How will I afford it? Where will I go? What will I study? Art History or Theatre? Yikes. Hello, life.

This isn't to say I've decided for SURE to graduate next December . . . but it is now a completely viable option.

P.S. I transferred to the new version of blogger. It is delicious.

and to love I rhapsodize

Well, I am back in paradise . . . aka, Oregon. It is so good to be home . . . I can't even describe it. I will definitely need to live on a coast when I graduate, specifically here, because I love the Pacific Northwest. Why did I choose to go to school in the barren land of Utah? I'm not quite sure yet . . . but it has made me appreciate Oregon hundreds of times more.

My break so far has been filled with sleeping, food, talking, pictures, climbing on rocks at the jetty and climbing the column. Not too shabby for only two days. I plan to make this a marvelous Christmas break (the U2 concert of 2005, can't really be trumped . . . but this year will be great anyway).

Here's to looking forward to next year, my friends. It will be the semester in which I take care of myself and study harder. You might think I say that every semester, and you would be correct. This time, though . . . I can feel it. It's going to be different and I'm going to be better.


post-finals smile

spreading the love

I decided to post the video here . . . just in case anyone missed it.

Amazing.

yeah, my, my such a sweet thing . . .

I read Hamlet this afternoon. Know what? I liked it. This Shakespeare guy is beginning to grow on me. The director cut the script together in a very interesting fashion, and I'm excited to see how it will be staged. And, there's a pretty stellar cast. A bunch of my friends are in it, and it will be exciting to see it.

I ate a corndog with plenty of mustard last night. It was delicious. I hadn't had one in quite a while.

In other news, it's coming down to the wire for this semester. Classes are ending on Thursday and then finals week begins. I've got plenty to stress about for the next week, but I'm confident that I will pull through.

A week from tomorrow I will be in Oregon. I can't tell you how happy that will make me, because I'm not a good enough writer. So, just imagine me writing something witty and beautiful to wrap up this little post.

I'll see y'all on the other side . . . AKA the Pacific Northwest . . . AKA paradise.

on procrastination

So. Procrastination. It has been a huge problem for me yes, these many years. I have particular trouble putting my nose to the grindstone (if you'll forgive a tragic and outdated cliche) and getting the work done. I always seem to easily find something more interesting to do other than my schoolwork.

Tonight was no exception. I spent a good while, yes, probably about an hour memorizing the state capitals. I never had to do it as a kid, so I'm basically learning them for the first time. I think it's paying off, though. I feel good about it. Connecticut? Hartford. Bam. South Carolina? Columbia. Bam. I'm getting good. After a while of fun with my flashcards and help from my roommates, I decided I should probably do something a little more pertinent and I sat down at my desk to begin my homework. Then, Cambell called. We hadn't talked in nearly three weeks, so the conversation ran a little long . . . as most of our conversations tend to. And all of the sudden, it's 2:30am.

My point is, most of the time procrastination is this nebulous habit that sucks you in. Other times, however, it can be a very effective release from stress. If you procrastinate correctly, you don't feel the pressure of your deadlines; they nearly disappear . . .   That is, until they are staring you in the face and you must scramble and give up many hours of sleep in order to finish things. Despite this unfortunate side-effect, procrastinating has the potential to be a much needed respite. I decided to take advantage of that this evening because there are more important things in life than grades.