quelquefois

All of a sudden it hits me; I’m scared about my uncertain future. Should I break out the McDonald’s job applications?

made a post about stylish Yale students here. Sure, they pulled off looking good, but following is proof that although Brown may not be as “prestigious” as the all-mighty Yale, we make up for it by looking better.

Comments included:

get yourself, and your camera, on amtrak, and head to providence… show us the kids at brown as well as their stylish neighbors at RISD. please?

And another:

Agreed – Providence, with the Brown and RISD kids, is where its at.

And another:

I second the motion that you should hop on the train and come to Brown. With RISD right next door, you have limitless photo ops for fashion-savvy students. We know how to dress over here in Providence…

Oh hey, another:

if you think yalies are well dressed, you most definitely have to get to providence and visit the best dressed ivy, Brown University

I got an e-mail from my primary advisor:

Dear Amy,

Honestly, I don’t think we need to meet. I have read your thesis and I think you have done a remarkable job…

This coming from a woman who is always overly critical (in a good way) is quite the feat, and I am proud. I am also glad to see that working 18 hours a day each day over spring break paid off.

came to speak about Darfur today.

I slept a miraculous 19 hours after turning in my thesis. I slept from 6 p.m. on March 31, woke up briefly at 10:30 a.m. to decide to skip class, and slept until about 1 p.m. on April 1. Although I missed the deadline for a writing contest, and although it rendered me hazy and incapable of interpersonal interaction, I feel so much better.

College Boy 1: Why don’t you want to come?!
College Boy 2: It’s cold and rainy.
College Boy 1: Okay, it’s Earth.

I actually took a good look at myself in the mirror today, and I have some serious bags under my eyes. To say the least, I cannot wait until I can get my nightly 7 hours again. Okay, I lie. I rarely get to sleep that long, but I think I have finally succumbed to the truth that humans need sleep in order to prevent looking like death. Although it provided good training for times like these (thesis, exams, university life in general), I wish I had slept more in my adolescent years. To think, I could have been five-foot-FIVE!

As an aside, look at all these damn white people in terrorism studies. Can we get some representation up in here? (lolcat reference: I M N UR D.C., MAKIN UR LEGISLAYSHUN) Watch out D.C.!

My reward for finishing a chapter shall be sleep.

I’m so close…come on….

All I really want to do right now is write for leisure and read the news…

…until my first draft is due! I’m not sure of my exact page count–because a lot of it is still messy–but I am definitely over the 175-page mark. Holy shit, that’s book-length. I have four completed chapters; my fifth is destined (I can feel it) to be finished by early Sunday morning. The sixth will be written on Sunday, followed by a thorough read through of the entire thing. And again on Monday, then pop a copy in both of my advisor’s offices! BAM!

I can’t believe that I have spent almost 20 hours of each day of the past week working on this damn thing. After I turn in my thesis I still have to do so much (e.g., jobs, internships, photography, research paper [fuck...]…the list goes on)…