Stress and the Rules of the Game

This entire week I said to myself, 'you should really get a head start on that presentation for La Regle du Jeu. You know it's going to take forever and you'll feel really good about yourself if you get it done early'. Fie on that. I waited until 8:00 last night before I even started to read my secondary sources. Before that, I made myself an omelette and toast, did my laundry, cleaned up the bathroom a little bit, took a shower, and watched Scrubs with Ariel until I couldn't think of another think to do in order to delay having to work. I almost found myself in a pickle when I stopped by the video rental place and the "Rules of the Game" that they had was the crappy 1975 version rather than the Renoir 1939 that I needed. I managed from sheer luck to find a VHS copy that was not on reserve at the library and travelled to campus and back in search of it.

To make many hours of frustrating study short, I was able to drink boatloads of tea and stay up until 4:00 in the morning and then get a few sweet, sweet hours of sleep until I woke up at 7:00 and caught the 7:42 onto campus to pour another few hours into this presentation that ended up being like, six pages single spaced. Way long. Almost embarrassingly overprepared long.

But anyway, I am jumping for joy in my mind right now because my professor loved it (which was surprising, because his intro to my speech pretty much directly contradicted much of what I had to say) and he kept mentioning to me after that I should rewrite it as a film criticism and try to get it published. Aw, that's nice.

I was planning on just going home and collapsing but all of the tea that I drank last night is still flying around in a caffeinated frenzy so I think I'm going to get a bit more work done and then go home and do the sleep thing.

Tonight is a double awesome combo of Superbad and Bingo at the HUB, so I'll be all up in that and maybe - just maybe - win some cool DVD prizes. Maybe Erin's luck from last time rubbed off on me.

What else? Travis and I found a hostel for around $22 a night on 96th street, wherever, somewhere near the park. I know that I'm going to have this great itinerary all planned out but then we're just going to end up eating pizza somewhere for three hours and saying 'you know, let's just people-watch'.

I'm getting pretty exciting about Thanksgiving, since I haven't been home for it since 2004 and mashed potatoes and gravy and turkey and good corn (not the frozen corn) and the pumpkin pie and everything is just the most fantastically scrumptious dinner ever created.