homecoming, or four more reasons that nothing will ever get done before nine p.m. this week.

so, we’re building a float.

and by we, i mean basically my roommate and i, since i designed it and she’s in charge of it and we’re sort of just recruiting grunt labor from the other members of our organization to get work done which i actually don’t really have much hope of successfully accomplishing as i have visions of having to paint 4 by 8 plywood myself every night this week.

and it will still probably suck.

because yeah i have this picture in my mind the way i think it should look and i just have this feeling that, like everything else that i have a picture of in my mind, it won’t quite turn out like that.

and i need to be zen about that in a big fat serious way because i don’t have time, at all, to be obsessing about a stupid float for a stupid parade. the float is already going to outshine what we did last year, so what the flip does it matter?

oh, it matters.

because i’m just that anal.

but i seriously don’t have time for this and as i write this i’m becoming more and more anxious about everything that i have to do.

(can you tell? i think you can tell.)

one of the most important job applications (i.e. one of the ones that i REEAAAAALLLLLYYYY would like a shot at) is due on the 24th.

AS IN FRIDAY.

if it’s postmarked, it will probably be fine, but i would like to have it out of my hands by wednesday.

that’s my goal.

but i still have to rewrite everything and mess with everything and OH HOLY FLIP THEY WANT TRANSCRIPTS AND TEACHING EVALUATIONS.

and tonight, what am i doing?

herding cats, otherwise known as getting basically willing, but sort of not willing, volunteers to catch my vision and paint neatly.

sigh.

i’ve been at it since 6:30.  AM. four hours getting stuff together which included some fairly interesting home depot debacles and a serious need for sugar by 930, another hour of sketching the plan onto plywood, a brief nap, stupid ticket meeting that wastes my life, running for way not long enough but oh well it was something and it didn’t feel like i was going to die, seeing tim tebow and percy harvin on their way to practice (i might have lost my breath for a minute, but i’m not sure…), coming home to a letter from australia, and now this minor panic attack while i think about all i have to do and the fact that i told my roommate i would cook for our homecoming breakfast on friday morning.

you know, before i ride in the float that i design and WILL PROBABLY BE FREAKING OUT ABOUT all morning.

why do i do this to myself?

i should get to work, right?

but i think i’ll go watch west wing.  curled up in my bed.  and contemplate why it is that jimmy smits is such a better presidential option than anyone running this week.

sigh.

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One Response to “homecoming, or four more reasons that nothing will ever get done before nine p.m. this week.”

  1. Um… Good Luck!!! (And – what’s the float going to be??? I’m curious!)

    But moreso – GOOD LUCK with the application!

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