Everyone has to retire sometime...

It's not even 1 am and I'm crapping out on this paper. I'm debating actually starting to work on it right now so that I can finish it and go to bed. That's not the usual procrastinator's spirit... Usually I gear myself up for a long night with pointless internet games and procrastinating buddies and some good snacks. But I just want to sleep. Where's my sense of adventure? All nighters have such possibility. And sure, I've been feeling under the weather lately. Yeah, I am a little tired of this whole school thing. But really? 1 am??

Back to School??

Each first day of school gets a little less new and shiny. This year, I can't even be bothered to get notebooks out of my desk drawer and bring them to class--just a legal pad and a clump of looseleaf. My classes so far are strange, and my professors are stranger. And I am not content with only having 3 classes. I'm trying to pick up a 4th, against my better judgment. I cannot tell exactly how much work my independent study will be, but I went to a production meeting today and was the only undergrad there. It was quite the contrast from the 100 and 200 level classes I'd been in earlier in the day. I think this is going to be a different sort of semester--less structured--but maybe it will still be alright. If my class tomorrow is good, anyway.

Thoughts Post-Tarantino

Sometimes, people choose to feel some kind of painful physical sensation "just so they can feel something at all." This rationale always makes sense to me when I watch gut-wrenching movies. My general philosophy on film violence is that I'd rather it look extremely real than extremely fake--I don't want to be desensitized. And as I sat in the theatre tonight watching Inglorious Bastards, almost unable to keep watching and pressing my fist to my mouth, I remembered that. I usually forget to experience things emotionally. In fact, usually for me emotions happen by accident--and this movie was no exception. I could still see the building blocks that were manipulating me to feel all the emotions I felt, but that other part was awakened too--the one that slowly atrophies the harder I try to stay calm and rational. The one that inspires me to make over-sharing blog posts at 2 am. The one that I haven't seen much of since I stopped wanting to be an actor.

And I'm glad I don't live in that place all the time, but I sure wish I did more often.

At the Electric Earth

I know I haven't posted anything in a while, but I had to express the glory of the sandwich I'm eating. It's a BLT, but it has avocado, cheddar cheese, onions, and mayo on it as well, and is wrapped up in a nice light wheat. And they're not skimping on the avocado either. That's rare.

As I was walking over here I was mourning the fact that now I have to walk a block and a half, instead of 20 feet, to get coffee. But now that I remember what the sandwiches are like at my new closest coffee shop, I'm reassured.

I do love my new place though. Yesterday was the most hectic and frustrating day ever, but now that I've calmed down and started organizing things, I'm really excited. The kitchen is a lot bigger, and I hippie christmas-ed myself some cool stuff out on the side of the road, so now I just have to wait for my parents to show up so I can get the rest of my stuff and finish unpacking.

Adventure on the High Seas

I had a little adventure this weekend--it even made the newspaper:

http://www.madison.com/wsj/home/local/456537

Then I went and spent 2 days in super-rural Wisconsin. That was an adventure too, albeit a quieter one. I think I'm coming home next week! Let's do fun things!

Up Too Late

I can't sleep. Not that I've been trying for too long... I guess I'm settling into my typical summer habits. The other one is not eating. It's too hot to cook.

Life is not terribly exciting. It's too hot to move so I've been filling myself in on the first season of 30 Rock for the last 2 days. I think I am Liz Lemon at heart. I have a workaholic's brain (in a slacker's body).

It's 4:30, and probably just about time to go to bed, instead of reading Tina Fey interviews online.

Home Improvement

I just bought a couch! It was $20 at Savers, and Jack and Jon very kindly helped me get it home and up the stairs. Now it's along the wall where the end table and folding chairs used to be. The living room looks tiny, and the end table is just floating in the middle of the room with nowhere to go. I did not think this through. However, it did inspire me to clean out the living room closet and put away my shoes. I found my guitar in the back of the closet. I am going to learn to play it this summer--that's a resolution. I'm also going to write a play. And clean the rest of the apartment. Just in time to move out.

I still have no job. This is getting sad. I'm going to be in a 24 hour play tomorrow, that will fill up one day. I've been feeling rather complacent lately. I don't like that. I think I will wear my blue beret tonight. Maybe a nice outfit too.