Sunday, November 29, 2009

arguably the best day of the year

“O my God, how often have I not rejoiced, given thanks, been unspeakably grateful in discovering how wondrously events have been ordered…” - Kierkegaard, Upbuilding Discourses (1843)

Things I brought back with me from Virginia Beach:
  • School supplies (my mom is a high school teacher, which is awesome for a perpetual student)
  • A W&M-inspired bookbag (see above)
  • A RealSimple magazine with awesome gift ideas (one less thing to stress over)
  • Leftovers! YUM.
  • A new purse to replace my big yellow bag that BROKE when I got off the train (I cried, you guys)
  • Winter Gear! Snow boots, a winter coat, and new gloves! I will not be freezing in Philadelphia!
  • I think that's it!
Things I accidentally left in Virginia Beach:
  • My Obama fleece! (CURSES.)
Thanksgiving is just like Christmas.

Unfortunately Thanksgiving is also a red herring.  Eat a lot, pretend that there's no work to do, nap ... then come back to one's apartment and choke over the piles and piles of work that are due.  Even as one is super stoked about new, extra-cute winter gear.

I'm right at that point where you have SO much work to do that you just give up and don't do anything.  Overwhelmed? Don't shoot yourself in the foot next time.  No, seriously, just crawl back into bed with Thanksgiving weekend "Star Wars" marathons and leftovers - that will definitely make you feel better TODAY.

December 15th I turn in my last paper.  That's 17 days, you guys.  17 days to write almost 80 pages, present two presentations, and clearly articulate in two seminar paper conferences.

Oh, look at that: Star Wars EIV starts at noon.

    4 comments:

    1. Kierkegaard quote WIN. I cannot tell you how excited I was at seeing that.

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    2. @Dan: YES. Plus a Jamie meeting?

      @Landon: I totally subscribed to that site you shared in Google Reader. It is awesome.

      @Sara: I HOPE SO. Are you going to Jackie's decompression/Screw Larry party on the 15th?

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