What To Do, What To Do?
It is that time again; that time in the twelve-week cluster when I get really x 10 stressed out and my boyfriend thinks I don't care about him, my folks think I am abusing illegal substances and the cat won't give me the time of day, because I won't take time out to bat the ball back and forth with him. Yes, it is that time--research paper time.
It's not so much that I am a procrastinator. I am really good at managing my time, between the stupid day job, the gigs, my boyfriend, my cat, and maintaining good grades in school. Doug thinks I hate him, though, because I won't be able to see him this weekend. I won't be able to see him, because this Sunday and Monday ( I am taking a day off of work) are the only days I have to throw all of the my research together and try and make sense of it. I only have to try to turn it into ten sensible-sounding pages, but it can get hard by page eight and a half. Then, I have to present and sound like I know what I am talking about. I don't think he understands how hard this can be and how much time it takes. I cannot b s my way through a quarter project, because I know what I am capable of writing. I cannot give anything I do any less than my absolute best. He had his chance in college and his folks paid for it. I am working my ass of to pay for my school and I can and will earn straight A's, because that is what I am capable of. I cannot afford to repeat a class all on account of a man. We may not even be together by the time I graduate in a year or so. I have goals in life and nothing or no one will stand in my way. I cannot foresee working a dead-end job the rest of my life and being miserable, like my mom is. I'd be the first one in my immediate family to earn a college degree. I'd love to get a PhD, but I am going to take things one step at a time.
I gig tonight and tomorrow. Tomorrow should be fun, since it is the St. Patrick's Day parade and we're playing outside along the parade route. I wonder if the band can drink Syberg's out of Guinness again? I am going to try to make it downtown early to get some parade pics and Irish food. I'm about a quarter Irish, eh? I think every American is at least a quarter Irish.
Jeni
PS One more thing... How cool of a girlfriend am I to take Doug and me to see one of our favorite bands, Queen, in Chicago and spring for premium seats?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
It's not so much that I am a procrastinator. I am really good at managing my time, between the stupid day job, the gigs, my boyfriend, my cat, and maintaining good grades in school. Doug thinks I hate him, though, because I won't be able to see him this weekend. I won't be able to see him, because this Sunday and Monday ( I am taking a day off of work) are the only days I have to throw all of the my research together and try and make sense of it. I only have to try to turn it into ten sensible-sounding pages, but it can get hard by page eight and a half. Then, I have to present and sound like I know what I am talking about. I don't think he understands how hard this can be and how much time it takes. I cannot b s my way through a quarter project, because I know what I am capable of writing. I cannot give anything I do any less than my absolute best. He had his chance in college and his folks paid for it. I am working my ass of to pay for my school and I can and will earn straight A's, because that is what I am capable of. I cannot afford to repeat a class all on account of a man. We may not even be together by the time I graduate in a year or so. I have goals in life and nothing or no one will stand in my way. I cannot foresee working a dead-end job the rest of my life and being miserable, like my mom is. I'd be the first one in my immediate family to earn a college degree. I'd love to get a PhD, but I am going to take things one step at a time.
I gig tonight and tomorrow. Tomorrow should be fun, since it is the St. Patrick's Day parade and we're playing outside along the parade route. I wonder if the band can drink Syberg's out of Guinness again? I am going to try to make it downtown early to get some parade pics and Irish food. I'm about a quarter Irish, eh? I think every American is at least a quarter Irish.
Jeni
PS One more thing... How cool of a girlfriend am I to take Doug and me to see one of our favorite bands, Queen, in Chicago and spring for premium seats?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
posted by Jeni @ 12:42 PM
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