The List revamped.
everything in italics remains to be finished:
-write a project proposal (due monday)
-Finish Frankenstein (due this friday)
-Write an essay (due next friday)-Apply to university
-write a cover letter for concordia
-take pictures of artwork(only two left)
-get pictures developed
-organise my portfolio
-FedEx my portfolio
-Work about 26 hours (about 14 of those on sunday) (working 9 of those hours saturday)
-Pack clothes and ski equipment to last me 2 weeks
-go to Lilian and viki's birthday party
-see emma's play
-see emma at least semi substantially before I leave for two weeks.
I love how the italics greatly outnumber the amount non-italics. Especially since theres only like 2 days left.
I am like machine.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
To sleep or to write...
See... I know I should stay up another hour and keep writing but... I just no longer have anything to say or the will to work in anymore pointless quotes that Im putting in just because he said I had to. Really.. to me it just completly undermines the point of my essay. Or the point of me writing an essay.
And this is the other reason I don't want to write anymore, after a certain point during the day, what I write stops making sense. Still, a rational part of me says that something is better than nothing. But a slightly less rational but still deviously clever part of me argues that I really could use the sleep. But this is countered by the regretfully honnest part of me which knows that I probably wont sleep because I just had a cup of tea (and the tea seeped for like 12 hours too...) and I know that significant progress on this essay will be well worth the lost hour or so of sleep.
All this to say that essays suck and I suck at writing them.
My mother gave me guff for not starting all this work sooner. I pointed out that Id been working like mad. She countered that that has been only for the past few weeks. I felt the need to point out that in those past few weeks ive worked harder and accomplished more than I have ever before. But she would just point out that thats what the "real world" is all about so I held my tongue. It would be nice to just once hear about how proud she is that Im working so hard to get all this stuff done. But you know... that wouldnt contribute to the shaping of my character as a hardworking member of society. I must get used to underapreaciation in the workforce.
Bah. Either way, I can't complain. My mom actually has alot to do with whatever success I've managed to scrape together. She is ultimatly the person whose advice I trust the most since its always put in a way that just makes everything seem so obvious. Of course this is in most matters. There are still some I would never broach with her and thats just fine with me. Just as there are things that I don't ask for advice on but I still get plenty of. Thats when I usually don't listen.
Either way, not Im just trying really hard to waste time. I should try and poop out a conclusion of sorts... or work in my secondary source. damn secondary source...
And this is the other reason I don't want to write anymore, after a certain point during the day, what I write stops making sense. Still, a rational part of me says that something is better than nothing. But a slightly less rational but still deviously clever part of me argues that I really could use the sleep. But this is countered by the regretfully honnest part of me which knows that I probably wont sleep because I just had a cup of tea (and the tea seeped for like 12 hours too...) and I know that significant progress on this essay will be well worth the lost hour or so of sleep.
All this to say that essays suck and I suck at writing them.
My mother gave me guff for not starting all this work sooner. I pointed out that Id been working like mad. She countered that that has been only for the past few weeks. I felt the need to point out that in those past few weeks ive worked harder and accomplished more than I have ever before. But she would just point out that thats what the "real world" is all about so I held my tongue. It would be nice to just once hear about how proud she is that Im working so hard to get all this stuff done. But you know... that wouldnt contribute to the shaping of my character as a hardworking member of society. I must get used to underapreaciation in the workforce.
Bah. Either way, I can't complain. My mom actually has alot to do with whatever success I've managed to scrape together. She is ultimatly the person whose advice I trust the most since its always put in a way that just makes everything seem so obvious. Of course this is in most matters. There are still some I would never broach with her and thats just fine with me. Just as there are things that I don't ask for advice on but I still get plenty of. Thats when I usually don't listen.
Either way, not Im just trying really hard to waste time. I should try and poop out a conclusion of sorts... or work in my secondary source. damn secondary source...
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
New Criticize this *insert obscene gesture here*
To anyone who is in my english class: are we supposed to focus on one storyline? Because wouldnt make mre sense to relate all three to each other if we're taking a new critical approach considering they have that whole hard on for unity and such?
I hate essays...
I hate essays...
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Heartfelt request.
My attention and presence will be severely limited to nonexistent over the next three weeks.
TO all of you who care enough to try and talk to me Im sorry. Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry.
Im busy. Real busy. And right now, I need people to ignore me. I love you all but... please just leave me alone for a week.
On friday I cried for the first time in about 2 months and the first time in a public building in like... 2-3 years. Im stressed.
Im honnestly worried about how this is going to turn out.
TO all of you who care enough to try and talk to me Im sorry. Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry.
Im busy. Real busy. And right now, I need people to ignore me. I love you all but... please just leave me alone for a week.
On friday I cried for the first time in about 2 months and the first time in a public building in like... 2-3 years. Im stressed.
Im honnestly worried about how this is going to turn out.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Februrary is kicking my ass.
I just realised that I havent talked to many of my "away" friends in a while... Im sorry for that. Truth is, I can't remember the last time I spent an hour in my house not doing something or avoiding doing something.
My Exploration projects are all due tomorrow. With a little luck and elbow grease they should all be ready on time. It's midnight and I got home about 20 minutes ago. I was at school for 12 hours. I'll be home for about 7 and a bit before I leave again. I like to think that Im not really complaining so much as stating amusing and interesting facts.
I think I may also be getting sick. As much as I'd appreciate the down time, I don't think I have TIME to get sick. The next week and a half feels like a marathon of activity that I dont fankly feel up to. I leave for france on the 26th of Februrary.
Before then I must:
-write a project proposal (due monday)
-Finish Frankenstein (due this friday)
-Write an essay (due next friday)
-Apply to university
-write a cover letter for concordia
-take pictures of artwork
-get pictures developed
-organise my portfolio
-FedEx my portfolio
-Work about 26 hours (about 14 of those on sunday)
-Pack clothes and ski equipment to last me 2 weeks
-go to Lilian and viki's birthday party
-see emma's play
-see emma at least semi substantially befor I leave for two weeks.
At this point in time Im not entirely sure that this is all physically possible. I also think that once I get on that plane, I will pass out and sleep the entire 7 hour flight.
Even after all of this I feel an odd sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Im doing something I want to do. Im getting things done and not procrastinating even though Im still caught rushing at the last minute. I am happy with my life right now, even with the stress. It's good to have some sort of goal.
All of this being said, the next time I even hear a HINT of someone saying visual arts is a slack course, I will repeatedly stab them with a paintbrush, eventually causing their demise. I will then paint a painting of it.
I will call it "Poetic Justice.... Asshole".
My Exploration projects are all due tomorrow. With a little luck and elbow grease they should all be ready on time. It's midnight and I got home about 20 minutes ago. I was at school for 12 hours. I'll be home for about 7 and a bit before I leave again. I like to think that Im not really complaining so much as stating amusing and interesting facts.
I think I may also be getting sick. As much as I'd appreciate the down time, I don't think I have TIME to get sick. The next week and a half feels like a marathon of activity that I dont fankly feel up to. I leave for france on the 26th of Februrary.
Before then I must:
-write a project proposal (due monday)
-Finish Frankenstein (due this friday)
-Write an essay (due next friday)
-Apply to university
-write a cover letter for concordia
-take pictures of artwork
-get pictures developed
-organise my portfolio
-FedEx my portfolio
-Work about 26 hours (about 14 of those on sunday)
-Pack clothes and ski equipment to last me 2 weeks
-go to Lilian and viki's birthday party
-see emma's play
-see emma at least semi substantially befor I leave for two weeks.
At this point in time Im not entirely sure that this is all physically possible. I also think that once I get on that plane, I will pass out and sleep the entire 7 hour flight.
Even after all of this I feel an odd sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Im doing something I want to do. Im getting things done and not procrastinating even though Im still caught rushing at the last minute. I am happy with my life right now, even with the stress. It's good to have some sort of goal.
All of this being said, the next time I even hear a HINT of someone saying visual arts is a slack course, I will repeatedly stab them with a paintbrush, eventually causing their demise. I will then paint a painting of it.
I will call it "Poetic Justice.... Asshole".
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
My Busting out Plan.
A while back I had this fear that when I left Heritage I would actually, god forbid, kind of... well... miss the place. And not just the people, the school itself. I think it might be a form of stockholm syndrom.
However, I've now found a solution to that unfortunate problem. See, recently Ive been spending a disgusting amount of time at school. ie- Last week I was home once before 7. Last night I was home at 10. After only a week, I am completly sick of the place and would pay to never set foot there again. Imagine where I'll be in a few months!
As a result to this, I decided to work from home today. As a result of this, it's 11:38 and I've done nothing so far. As a result of this, I think I should get my ass in gear.
Yours truly,
Emily.
However, I've now found a solution to that unfortunate problem. See, recently Ive been spending a disgusting amount of time at school. ie- Last week I was home once before 7. Last night I was home at 10. After only a week, I am completly sick of the place and would pay to never set foot there again. Imagine where I'll be in a few months!
As a result to this, I decided to work from home today. As a result of this, it's 11:38 and I've done nothing so far. As a result of this, I think I should get my ass in gear.
Yours truly,
Emily.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Word of the day: Rah.
I keep having these panicky moments where Im convinced I wont get into Concordia. And the I have the panicky moments where Im convinced that if I do get in I'll either hate it or suck at it.
I drew this, scanned it and worked on it a bit as a potential portfolio peice. Im a little weary of it. VA girls, any CONSTRUCTIVE comments (including teling me its not really portfolio material) would be greatly appreaciated. Also there is a shading difference between the left and the right figure... I cant figure out which is best..
and now Im going to go and try and regain some sort of decent sleeping pattern.
I drew this, scanned it and worked on it a bit as a potential portfolio peice. Im a little weary of it. VA girls, any CONSTRUCTIVE comments (including teling me its not really portfolio material) would be greatly appreaciated. Also there is a shading difference between the left and the right figure... I cant figure out which is best..
and now Im going to go and try and regain some sort of decent sleeping pattern.
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