Needin' some love (not that kind, although, that would be okay, too....)

Y'all, I need some love!  Incase it isn't apparent from my recent boring posts, I'm all tweaked out and pre-occupied and shit.  Seriously.  In an effort to finish my thesis by tomorrow (the rough draft, anyway), I've holed myself up in my apartment with barely even a glimpse of sunlight or a breath or fresh air.  I've cut my daily sudoku playing down to a mere 20 minutes and I haven't even so much as glanced at a gossip magazine in at least 8 days!  In the rare moments that I've allowed myself out to have a quick coffee break with a friend, I've been told that I look like hell, and that people are starting to worry.  Also, my hair is falling out.  Okay, that part isn't true, but doesn't it make everything seem much more dramatic  and exciting??

Excitement!  I could do with some of that.  But instead, I've been cooped up inside, hunched over my computer and piles of notes and books and all kind of boring crap that make my eyes roll back in my head and all I want is to drink mohitos and swat mosquitos and fan myself while waving a yellow kerchief around with delicate fervor.  I don't even know what delicate fervor is, but I want to be doing it!

I hate academic writing!  I hate it with a passion so intense I can taste it like blood in the back of my throat.  I don't even know what that means.  I'm sort of going crazy!

I've only been on my bike for, like, 30 minutes total this week!

Seriously, it's maddening, and even when I do get the rough draft finished and mailed off to my readers, I still have about a week of edits to look forward to and then my unemployment status to fucking deal with because I've decided to defer the phd program since I hate school so much and that means I have no income lined up after august and about a kabillion dollars in loans I have to start paying back and, my god, it''s summer and I am supposed to be chasing boys and drinking Margaritas or mohitos or imported beer and chilled white wine and instead, I have to actually work and stress and worry, and I'm not cut out for that sort of thing at all!  Not at all.  Have I mentioned I haven't even had time to read gossip magazines?  God!

My insomnia is back.  Back with a vengeance, and seriously, I need love.

Comments

[Loose String]

I am sending a bucket of love your way.

[Tim Tyler]

Yellow!

Do you have a recent photo?
I want to know what HELL looks like.
I understand you've got to go through hell before you get to heaven, and I'd like to know what awaits.

Relax.
Take a breath.
Have a drink.
It's OK.
Most people can't tell whether you're writing sober. Not you, personally. You, in general.

I've been reading your non-academic work, and I haven't a clue.
As to your sobriety.

But I sure do like it.

So here's a blast of CA love {{{{duuuuuuude!!}}}

[citywendy]

Thank you, Loose String!

TT, I usually don't have a clue at to my sobriety, either.

[Colin]

Thesis writing bends your mind and warps reality. Things aren't as bad as they seem. It's just that your mind is overwhelmed right now. Trust me: when I was on my tenth draft, all I could do was drool and I still had a couple of drafts to go. Remember, in the reality outside of thesis drafting, you're a smoking hot young catch of a gal beloved by many for biking & sudoku talents, not to mention a published and popular scribe.

[Scarlett]

Think about how awesome it will feel to have it done.

Think about how many boys you can flirt with and how many margaritas and mojitos you can sip upon when it's done.

You can do it!

[zenson]

when it all gets to be a little much, step outside and get lost in the wind swaying the trees or, if you can make it, listen to the waves crash upon the rocks (i newly discovered a section just north of foster beach where the crashes are wonderful). that flow of nature is inside us. we just have to remember. breathe. listen. love.

good energy your way . . .

:| (pretty short this time)

[katy]

I'm back now. Just got in an hour ago. So if you need a break/drink/food/dancetime/or a hug, just call me.

[PhoenixHearse]

My personal favorite is, "I hate it with a passion that burns deep within the fires of hell." That usually drives it home pretty well.

[Brett]

Awww, here's a little love all the way from St. Louis, darlin'.

p.s. I really do feel for you...but you'll be fine. I'm sure of it.

[C]

Nobody should have to sacrfice a shiny copy of US Weekly for a thesis. So, how about I just sum up the gossip magazines for you 50 words or less style?

Cameron & Justin might be over, Nicole and Keith getting married soon, Selma Blair getting divorced, Britney dyes hair black but is still crazy as all hell, Christina Aguilera still pretending she’s Marilyn Monroe. Mariah still not dressing her age. Nicole Richie still needs a sandwhich and Kevin Federline sucks.

[teahouseblossom]

Hey, hang in there. It'll all be over soon!

In the meantime, is there a Chinatown near you? Go there and get a massage. They're cheaper in Chinatown, and always very good.

[citywendy]

Colin: You mean I have to do more drafts after this first one? I don't want to!!

Scarlett, Hmm, mojitos, boys and margaritas!! Yum, yum, and yum.

Zenson, I know that area, and I like it, too.

Katy, done, and done.

Ph, It's true!

Brett, Thank you!

C, Mucho thanks! I read Go Fug Yourself a little during a break today and saw the pics of Britney. Yuck!!

Thb: Massage in chinatown -- good idea!

Thanks for all the luuuuv, everyone! I got my rough draft done today. Apparently, Colin seems to think I have to do more than one draft (and he would know -- he's an old classmate and went through this bs last summer), so it's not done-done yet, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now and after a could drinks this evening, I'm feeling much better. I might even have a pretty good summer, after all.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

[Allison]

Yay! You're done with your first draft and I'm about to start studying for my board exam. By the end of the summer, you'll have a master's degree, and I'll be a registered nurse, and we'll never have to screw with academics ever again. (Until next semester.)

[Colin]

Little Wensy, I can't say for sure how many drafts you'll have to do. I discovered that I had to add a bunch of cross-references for clarity's sake, and I also decided that there were several portions of the thesis that needed to be changed. Remember, my thesis was lame and difficult to support whereas I think yours (is it still about women beat writers?) is a much more practical & intelligent subject. I'm sure Dave & Todd will have stuff to give you, but you may only need one draft. It's all up to you. I did treat myself to multiple drinks after every draft, however. Thus the unstoppable drooling by my tenth draft. Don't do more drafts than you think you need. It's not necessary. Besides, that'll give you time to see my show!

[michael]

Sometimes you need to lock the doors and knuckle down (not something I'm good at). Good luck!