They did the mash

Ancora Imparo.

Still I am learning.

last night I drank a major coffee at about 8... this was probably a mistake because I was up until 2am. However, I did manage to get 1,000 words written about the first movement of Mahler's Fifth Symphony. This behemoth of a paper is due in two weeks (thirteen days now...). After last night I feel a little better about things, but I will have to say that during my extremely short Thanksgiving break (I am not going to be able to come home on the weekend before like I thought) I will be spending copious amounts of time at my grandmother's shiny new mac.

Sometimes you learn at the worst possible moments. I should have started this paper a long time ago, but I didn't. I was lazy and I procrastinated and the next two weeks, including my time with my family, is going to be hell because I have to pound this thing out. I have been kicking myself mentally pretty continuously since last week when I realized the due date was pretty damn close. Hopefully I'll have something substantial to show to Dr. S at the end of this week and that will help me bash this out before the 29th.

I also realized that I don't really care that much about facebook anymore. I have only checked it a few times throughout the day recently, unlike the hours I used to spend on it in the first two years of college. Maybe that's because up until now my workload had been heavy but not insurmountable... right now it feels a teensy bit insurmountable. But I won't think about that because I have a Positive Outlook and will be taking things One Day At A Time.

Over the weekend I was listening to the radio and The Monster Mash came on. My dad and I listened to this on a cassette tape all the time when I was little, along with the movie. It brought back all kinds of memories and I guess I didn't realize how much I missed home until now. I probably am going to be spending next summer on campus taking classes and working on my honor's thesis. And that means ALL summer. Thankfully I have a house so it won't be dorm room hell... but still. I cherish those summers at home. Sometimes I hate growing up.