All of a sudden all these people have blogs!

I feel I ought to write something. Mostly because it's 1 am and I have nothing else to do.

I am thinking about cringing. Our entire lives are devoted to doing and thinking things that will leave our future self cringing at the thought of how stupid we used to be. I used to keep copious journals. They are just lists of things to cringe at. Freshman year, I cringed at who I was at the beginning of high school. Now I cringe at myself freshman year. I wonder what the shelf life is of a version of oneself. I think it changes throughout life. Right now in my life, it's probably a year and a half to two years. I hope the shelf life gets longer as you get older.

I am going to look back on this in another year or two and cringe.

So much for goals

I think I'm beyond the point of tired. That's a good sign. However, I have underestimated how much time this project will take. I can't believe some people are doing this in one night. I know I'm a procrastinator, but even I'm impressed.

Need to:
Put the pictures on the storyboard
Write the concept paper

Headache: None. I guess I've been staring at the screen so long I'm numb to it.

Goal bedtime: 5:30? Ouch...

Eyelids are drooping

My standards for quality are getting much lower as the night goes on. Better than usual, when I have no standard for quality in the first place.

Need to:
Title the last 9 scenes
Storyboard
Write concept paper

Headache: Very slight

Goal bedtime: 4:45

Tick Tock

Come on tea, do your stuff. I need to wake up. I just want this project to be done. In 11 hours the semester will be over. Over!

Need to:
Finish titling scenes
Make storyboards
Write concept paper

Headache: slight to mild

Goal bedtime: 4:30

Exorcising My Bad Mood

I've been angry/annoyed/frustrated/generally negative for the majority of the last 3 or 4 days. It's time to do something else. I will feel more stable soon. I'll meet with my professor tomorrow morning and feel less lost with this project. I'll sign my lease. I'll finish the project. I'm down to just one class left to take care of. The hardest one, obviously. I'm drowning in verbs and storyboards and google image searches and director's visions. In a day and a half it will be out of my hands... The apartment too. The musical review that I was "stage managing" is now officially passed off to other people. And on Friday at 12:55, maybe I will be a happy person again? That will be so nice.

I feel lost.

Late Night and Poetry

I have too much to do this week. Officially, too much. I have like 4 different assignments due on Friday, and they're all for the same class. At least my other classes have let up on me this week (mostly because I skipped one to take a sick day this morning, and another one is cancelled tomorrow, and we're watching a movie in the other one tomorrow).

So for the first time since about 4th grade, I sit here writing a book report. I am supposed to write about style and craft, not themes. I'm not sure how to write about anything without writing about themes, because style means that a writer is doing something, which translates automatically to there being themes. I wouldn't worry about it, except that these reports are 20% of my grade, and I've already missed a couple homework assignments. Oops, I'm a slacker.

I want to go to sleep more than anything, but I want to get a couple pages written first... I don't see that happening.

Oh, and I'll be back in St. Paul in a week. Woo!