I made my own stress today.

[aruan]

How can a day when I've gotten enough sleep for the first time in forever thanks to the cancellation of my 7:25 a.m. class, leaving me with only one single-period class at 5 in the afternoon, make me as wired, uneasy, and anxious as I am?

Oh, that's right, it's because of the research project from hell. I've done my share of papers before - there's only so far you can get in your scholastic career without 'em, but this is different. It's a whole different level of research, and it must all be done out of printed material like magazines and books. Now, information age or not, I certainly know the virtue of books, but come on now - this is information that I can find with a fraction of the headache online somewhere instead of a musty, stuffy library. But we're not just talking mundane research, we're talking about stuff in obscure trade publications, technical manuals that read less like stereo instructions and more like an Escher sketch, details that However, all of this would be fine if I had the first clue how to even get started. Because right now, all that's in front of me is a pile of wanted information, a couple of resources, but nothing in the way of knowing how to effectively get at the information I need without methodically digging through every.single.item. that looks like it might be even vaguely related. They haven't taught us any method, and I already get overwhelmed easily, so this is basically a long, slow burning in the hell place on my part. *grits teeth* Have I mentioned investigative journalism not being my thing? Because, no.

Anyway. The lovely kids who bought me all that LJ time still haven't stepped forward. Come on! I'm all giddy and curious and wanting to make it worth your while. ;-)

Also, apparently Jacksonville's 97.9 has been giving away tickets for a lunch thing with JC that took place today all week. Jacksonville. An hour and a half north of us Jacksonville, whose radio stations we don't get either. Gainesville is such a fucking black hole, I could weep.

Instead, I'm doing as every good procrastinator does - cleaning my room, doing my paperwork, and cooking. I ate good tonight, lemme tell you, chatting up another South Floridian in the lounge, assuaging her fears about Mass Communication and discussing the vile Michael Jackson special the girls in there before us had left on.

Miranda was telling me about the insanity that was The Darkness on the radio the other night and the nutty DJ who was making the listeners sing the chorus to request the song. Well, she has only the barest inkling of their madness, as I just saw the video for the song on late night MTV. Wow. Just, wow. Is it time for a glam rock comeback? The fashion's been hot lately, but I'll take loose British boys with it, too.

Quote of the Day:

"I think Sleep While I Drive is a romance novel, in the end. Just a huge, sprawling, sleepy romance novel about falling in love and growing up and making choices. I don't think it ever really got beyond that need, especially after the season finale, to take apart everything we knew about the characters and their lives and strip that all away. Most people do it in AU form. I just used near-futurefic.

I wanted a romance, and I wanted a fairy-tale, and more than any of that, I wanted just once, to make it less about everything in their lives that keep them apart, but everything that could bring them together. I really didn't have a better motive than that."
-seperis

Comments

[walkingshadow.livejournal.com]

No, no, I *saw* the video. It was playing on the TVs in the Union as I walked through one day. His *pants.* I'm sorry, but you can't have that falsetto and call your band "The Darkness." ::giggles madly::

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Pants? That thing is a one-piece white latex/spandex monstrosity. And yes, I'd have to concur on that falsetto. It's so twenty years ago it makes me mist up. Also, so sitting you down for Velvet Goldmine.

[staystrong.livejournal.com]

i think we do get a jacksonville station or two. which ones, im not sure of. but sometimes i can even manage to pick up orlando stations.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Well, I gave up on Gville radio long ago but checked for 97.9 yesterday morning, and I don't get in my room. Which is otherwise a reception wasteland, but I couldn't well have driven around all day if I got it in my car, so either way it was unfeasible. I don't know if that makes me more or less upset about missing out on the whole thing. *sigh* Yeah, I know, been to five already but damnit, I could see that boy perform a thousand times and it wouldn't ever lose lustre.