PSA and Recaps [2011/04/11]

First of all, I got an email from ResLife in my inbox today, asking me to put the following on my blog:

• All students need to be registered for GRS by Monday, April 11, 2011 by 11:59 p.m. We cannot make any exceptions for students who register late. If you do not register by Monday, April 11, 2011 by 11:59 p.m., you will not be able to go through GRS and will be placed on a waitlist for an assignment over the summer.

So basically, if you're currently a Wesleyan student, will still be a Wesleyan student next year, will be on campus next semester, and have not already gotten your housing sorted out, GO REGISTER FOR GRS OR YOU WILL BE COMPLETELY SCREWED FOR HOUSING. You'll find "Room Selection" under "Student Life at Wesleyan" in your Portfolio... either follow the instructions or get someone who knows what they're doing to explain it to you.

Anyway! Now that that's out of the way, we can get on to the boring stuff. "But Sasha, wasn't that the boring stuff?" you may ask, to which I say, "Yes, if you're not a student yet or have already gotten your housing stuff out of the way. (Nothing about the looming threat of being screwed for housing is boring if you're actually in the danger zone.) But you also have not heard about just how dull my life has been this week."

No, literally. The main things I did this week were stress, work, procrastinate, eat and sleep. (And rehearse for Into The Woods, of course.)

To that end, in an attempt to pretend that my life is more interesting than it really is, I'm going to recap my week in the facebook statuses I would have written, had I actually had the time/inclination to create a bunch of facebook statuses this week.

Monday, 4 April:

10:00 am — "Sick. Life sucks. Going back to sleep. My professor will have to live without me today."

(I had a fever and a migraine. I'm better now, in case you were worrying.)

12:00 pm — "Still sick. Life still sucks. Doing homework, although in this case homework means watching Lost, so that could be worse."

4:00 pm — "Still sick. Time for singing rehearsal! If I keep my voice low, hopefully nobody will notice that I sound like death..."

[a break for homework and dinner]

8:00 pm — "MORE REHEARSAL WOO oh god my life."

Tuesday, 5 April

12:00 pm — "Still sick. Time for a meeting with my editing partner (drowning buddy) for my fiction class! It's... really a good thing that we're only discussing her story today."

1:10 pm — "Oh, Professor Drury. You're amazing and I want you to live a life full of sunshine and rainbows and happiness and I don't understand why you're leaving at the end of the year. Why? What is Wesleyan going to do without your enthusiasm, your Britishness and your inexplicable resemblance to the 10th Doctor?"

[Professor Joseph Drury teaches my BritLit class. Everything in this post is true.]

5:00 pm — "WHY IS FICTION SO HARD TO WRITE OH GOD MY LIFE EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS INTO COLD HARD FAILURE"

10:13 pm — "...Looking up recipes on TasteSpotting is totally a valuable use of my time. Really. No, I swear."

Wednesday, 6 April

1:05 am — "8 hours. 6 pages. 1 break for dinner. 10 zillion breaks for procrastination."

3:04 am — "Why is it that this freaking story only seems to be progressing when I write it in the wee hours of the morning?"

3:10 am — "SCREW EVERYTHING, I'M GOING TO SLEEP."

11:00 am — "Oh, Russian Literature. I am so not in the right frame of mind to be talking about the gulag right now. Also, still sick."

12:30 pm — "More lunchtime peer editing meetings! My peer editor has color-coded her notes on my story. I'm impressed. Also a little intimidated. Also very amazed that she actually managed to read it and form coherent thoughts in the 8 hours between my sending it and now."

Afternoon: "Dear story: WHY ARE YOU RUINING MY LIFE AND MY HAPPINESS???"

7:00 pm — "Missing rehearsal for class. (Luckily I'm barely in Act 2.)"

10:00 pm — "Why can't I have more classes where I can just talk about TV for 3 hours with awesome people? Sometimes my life is just fantastic."

11:00 pm — "My life was fantastic at one point. I know it was. BRB WRITING FRANTICALLY."

Thursday, 7 April

2:00 am — "Maybe it's a good thing this is a sci-fi story. 'That detail doesn't make sense? It would make sense if you were from the future. Yeah, that's right, it's totally purposeful. It's definitely not something I overlooked because I was sleep-deprived."

9:45 am — "Whee, time for work! Oh, job satisfaction. I love you."

[I'm a book technician in the Preservation Department of the library. More on that in a later entry, possibly.]

Afternoon: "My universe isn't made up of atoms. My universe is made up of tiny particles of homework, all pressed together in different shapes."

8:00 pm — "ACT 1 RUN. INTO THE WOODS IS MY FAVORITE EVERYTHING EVER."

11:00 pm — "The physical embodiment of Procrastination would be the Old Spice Man. 'Look at your homework. Now back at me. Now back at your homework. Now back at me. Sadly, your homework isn't me, but if you pause for a moment and go check your facebook, you can pretend that you're still being productive. Look down, back up, where are you? You're still in your room, on your computer, not doing any work. What's in your hand? Back at me. It's a website with information about that thing you like. Look again, the website is now a Youtube video. Anything is possible when you're really sick of doing homework. ...I'm on the internet.'"

Friday, 8 April

4:00 am — "I'M DONE. It's like the universe is finally telling me, 'I love you, Sasha! Go to sleep!'" Thank you, universe. I will."

11:00 am — "OH GOD I HAVE TO GO APPLY TO THAT ONE CLASS FOR NEXT SEMESTER BEFORE THE INSTRUCTOR STOPS RECEIVING APPLICATIONS."

11:10 am — "...Inception is totally a valid movie to write a movie review of."

12:45 pm — "I even have time for food before class! It's the unexpected gifts that are the most beautiful."

4:15 pm — "Class is done, running to rehearsal... It seems like I spend my life either shut up in my room or frantically running from one place to another."

6:00 pm — "DONE WITH EVERYTHING. LIFE IS GLORIOUS. Time for Buffy!"

10:00 pm — "Happy birthday to my friend Katie! Ice cream and movies are definitely the best low-key celebration ever."

10:30 pm — "...So there's definitely a reason that Red Riding Hood got panned, but OH LORD is it hilarious."

Saturday, 9 April

12:30 am — "Continuing the fairy tale theme (but raising the movie quality) with Ever After! Because my life is full of happiness."

1:00 pm — "Slept in. Why? Because I could, that's why. Also, stale Irish soda bread makes fantastic French toast."

2:00 pm — "Rehearsal time! Let's go pretend that I can actually act and sing, while admiring the talent of people who actually can!"

5:30 pm — "...Crud, I actually have other homework that I need to do, too."

10:50 pm — "BUFFY MARATHON WITH FRIENDS. YESSSSSS."

Sunday, 10 April

5:30 am — "...I should have gone to sleep hours ago. I have rehearsal at 10. Did I do the sensible thing? No, of course not, because I make bad decisions. Sleeping now."

10:00 am — "OH GOD WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF."

11:00 am — "Dear delicious Usdan brunch: You're open right now, serving those wonderful omelets and scrambled eggs and French toast and cereal and tea and I MISS YOU SO MUCH. I DIDN'T MEAN TO IGNORE YOU FOR THE WHOLE WEEKEND. IT'S NOT MY FAULT, I SWEAR."

2:30 pm — "Homework again, joy of joys."

2:45 pm — "You know, it's probably okay if I take a half-hour break to watch a TV show, right? Right???"

4:00 pm — "...I should really do pre-registration for classes at some point, shouldn't I? Crud."

4:45 pm — "Screw it all, I'm taking a nap."

7:30 pm — "...Wasn't I supposed to wake up an hour and a half ago so that I could go to dinner and then a short opera that one of my friends is in which started half an hour ago? Oops. Damn my inability to take short naps."

7:45 pm — "Considering how much I love food, it's amazing how often I forget to eat it. Time to go make dinner! And pancakes! Because I can!"

9:00 pm — "Homework again!"

10:00 pm — "Wait, have I not written a blog post for the week? Um."

And now here we are! And I... am going back to my homework. And my procrastination. See you all next week!