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March 26, 2001
Why am I in school again?
Because I'm a masochist? Because I'm nuts? Because it just seemed like a good idea at the time? I haven't updated in ages -- though I've thought wistfully about it -- because all I really have time to do is homework. Because my professors are evil, mean, rotten people. Really. And, well, because I procrastinated, and now I barely have enough time to finish all this stuff I have to do. Part of it really was my continuing lack of a computer at home -- hopefully, that will change within the next couple of weeks. When Beth is home, she's usually working, and since it is her computer, she gets first dibs on using it. I've been staying at work late almost every night, trying to resist the temptation of Snood and get some work done. There's just one assignment that's kicking my ass right now -- I've done all the easy questions, and am down to the six (out of 20) that I just can't figure out how to do. I'm a bit worried about asking the professor for help, as he's the type who rarely gives a straight answer.
Other than the homework, I have been doing remarkably little. I watched the Oscars with Lee and Patrick last night, after Lee very nicely drove me to the mall so I could buy a new quilt (with cats on it! It's cute!) and some candles, since I'm feeling the need to revamp my room right now. And to write very long run-on sentences, apparently. I had to turn into a pumpkin fairly early, because I'd gotten very little sleep Saturday night, and I had a phone call to make. I also got very little sleep last night, so I'm tired, and I still have work to do -- if I survive until Thursday, when this stupid project is due, I will be a very happy girl.
I missed the last few awards last night -- I watched them, but on mute, so I didn't hear the speeches. I liked the fact that the show was shorter than usual, but I really wish they had cut the musical numbers instead of the speeches. The dance sequence during the awful song from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon was just scary, and I was confused by the whole Randy Newman song -- why were the backup singers dressed like characters from a Dr. Seuss book? And what was with the disco ball? I really liked Bjork's dead/stuffed swan dress, though. Hey, she's Bjork, she's allowed to wear big dead swans if she feels like it. I was truly frightened of Jennifer Lopez -- why was she orange and greasy-looking? And I never, ever needed to see her nipples. Gah. I'm still wondering if Russell Crowe's glowering at Steve Martin was meant to be a joke in itself, or if he was really angry, or just very, very nervous.
Feh -- I should do more homework now. I'm about ready to start bribing people to do it for me -- any takers?
Posted by Mary Ellen at March 26, 2001 11:08 AM