Oh, I almost forgot to mention what happened last night.
My mom made the mistake of going into my nightstand in search of my pain pills to relieve her aching knees. Needless to say, I received a text message from her, informing me that she had indeed found my two bottles of Astroglide, my two-hundred dollar vibrator, and my pack of pregnancy tests that I keep in there (just in case).
I couldn’t help but laugh. Once my laughter had subsided, I apologized that she had encountered those objects and politely asked her not to get angry and throw those items away, as they’re incredibly expensive.
What can I say, I like to be prepared. That’s no crime!
So this is the first all-nighter I've ever pulled that I don't feel accomplished by daybreak.
And that’s my favorite part.
I love working my ass off, delving into my homework, then going outside with a steaming cup of coffee at 7:00 AM, when the air is still moist and cool, and realizing how much I’ve accomplished that night.
Tonight did not go that way. First off, I got up at 8:00 this morning and helped Dane’s brother move his restaurant, meaning I was lugging shit around all fucking day. Then I had to go to Liz’s grandma’s for dinner and watch True Blood. Then I had to drive to Kennesaw so Mindy and Liz could partake in the all-nighter with me, and when I try to do one alone I always fail miserably.
So, when I finally sat down to study, I did all of my Latin bookwork, along with two translations. I got sidetracked on tumblr, twitter, and facebook, then started working on my critical reception report. Basically, it’s a paper and presentation in which I have to discuss what critics thought about Blood Simple when it was first released - I can take any spin on it I choose: focus on the general reception of the film or a specific area in which the film was critiqued.
Well I had to find three reviews from 1985 on this movie, and I couldn’t use the same ones as the other four classmates writing on the same film. That was beyond difficult, as they had to be from reputable film critics, half the links were broken, and there were no internet critics at that time… so I spent a full five hours rummaging through articles until I (unsuccessfully) found the ones I needed. I had no option but to choose some articles other students had chosen. So, to make up for my shortcoming, I found nine other articles that were more recent to add to my presentation.
In other words, I didn’t get shit done tonight. And now, before 11:00 AM tomorrow, I have to:
Read Venus and Adonis
Finish Sense and Sensibility
Type my thesis paper for Latin, and do some research
Read a chapter about Shakespearean sonnets
Read three chapters from my history textbook
Not to mention that I take notes on everything I read, taking three times as long.
AND not to mention that I haven’t slept in over 24 hours, and I have to work from 5:30 to close tonight.
Welcome to the life of the overworked, overachieving college student. I hate the world right now.
I’m loving my classes, enjoying the drive back and forth, and taking things one day at a time. I finally figured out my financial aid situation, and am expecting $2000 in my pocket by the end of the week!
“Amy Winehouse died after making just two albums, which is bad news for Amy Winehouse and all the people who love her music (and for music is general). But she died at the age of 27, which is a meaningful detail to anyone who decided to set up a posthumous Google alert for the word “Winehouse.” People will never stop talking about the handful of musicians who died at age 27, and she will forever be part of that class. Otis Redding died at 26 and Bradley Nowell died at 28, so they won’t be mentioned the next time some bozo writes a story about “The Curse of 27.” Yet Winehouse will appear in those paragraphs. For this reason, we will be continually reminded of Amy Winehouse’s death far more often than the death of Jeff Buckley or Bob Marley or Shannon Hoon, and that will tangentially promote the post-life profile of Back to Black. Had she hung on another three months, this would not be the case. And that’s fucked up, but it’s what happens whenever media becomes the overwhelming force in a society.”—Chuck Klosterman