bardic_lady: (breath breathes)
Hellz yeah. Have found wireless at the place where I'm staying until June 1. Yay for no deprivation!

Am all the way moved out now. Slept on [ profile] amaresu's and [ profile] lornelover's couch last night and fell asleep at about 9. No lie. Lots of sleep is very very happy. Woke up, helped L pack, went to Convocation (nice speech, [ profile] altoclef14! Otherwise, pretty boring, though sitting next to my freshman RA was kind of amusing. Stretched out on a couch in Trimble Forum for a couple hours while waiting to pick up my stuff from the suite, rehearsed for [ profile] racetrack0's organ recital. I am so gonna fuck up. Anyhoo, back at the house, curled up on the new sofabed, starving. But, no food. Terrible quandary.
bardic_lady: (books and instruments)
So tired. So done.

I've hit the wall of I-just-don't-want-to-do-anything-anymore. I want to sleep and eat and read and ignore everybody. Which I can't do, 'cause Convocation, Graduation, Organ Recital. After the organ recital I can finally, finally rest. Like actual rest.

My body is kind of upset withe me over the last week or so and it just wants to not have to worry about things for a while. Convocation is definitely no big deal. Graduation is just sitting, probably not even really paying attention except during the actual graduating part. I'm a little freaked out about the organ recital. Y'know, me and the being onstage, especially when I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing is not exactly the happiest thing. We'll see.

For tonight, sleep and maybe some reading. For pleasure.
bardic_lady: (college)
All finals done. All academic hoohah turned in. I guess that makes me a senior in college. Holy cannoli.
Almost done with move out, waiting for [ profile] akumakei so we can load up the last of my stuff (fridge, box of books, assorted leftover stuff)and take it over to the house, then LavGrad from 4:30 to 6. Then back here to haul my six trash bags to the dumpster and wet swiffer my floor and checkout at 7.


Yes, it's almost over. Another year of college down and this horrible horrible semester over.
bardic_lady: (gorey)
Hurts all over. I'm basically done in here, just a little sweeping and the end of moving to do. This room is so impersonal. It's worse than a hotel room because it has nothing. It's just white. Ew. I wonder a little if some of my emotional problems this year had to do with the fact that I never decorated my room or personalized it, other than being messy. It's all very institutional. White on white. It just makes me twitchy. Like I'm less than a person in this empty echoey blank space. *Shudders a little*

Anyway, I'm gonna sleep now, 'cause my body needs some kind of rest before I haul off to do this again tomorrow. The plan:

Wake up at 10, gather greenery for Arcadia model.
Eat at 11:30.
12-2 Scene design final.
2-4 Finish moving
4:15 Send absolute final draft of 16th-Century Brit Lit paper to Peter
4:30-6 LavGrad
6 Do final touches on room cleaning
7 Checkout
7:30 Fall down and stop moving

Convocation at 2 on Saturday, apparently they recognize summer research grant people, so I have to be there.

Graduation and [ profile] racetrack0's organ recital on Sunday. And then it's finally, finally, finally all done.
bardic_lady: (couples-lee/kara)

If I didn't have to finish cleaning, I would totally be asleep right now. Thanks to [ profile] sir_gareth for giving me a pleasant reason to be up, as well as the actually necessary one.
bardic_lady: (goldfish)

Got up, rehearsed for organ recital on Sunday (I'm registrant). Wrote first rent check. Grabbed food. Started the real moving process. [ profile] akumakei is love for hauling stuff and driving hither and yon. Now, I must pack more.

[ profile] lornelover, what are you doing about greenery for your model? I need to find some in scale vegetation.

January 2015



I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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