My bad...

I'm back! Huzzah! And I'm procrastinating! Life is good.

Actually, life is pretty good - I had a very relaxing weekend. Mostly because I took Saturday off to celebrate my two year anniversary with this totally awesome guy I happen to know... (two years - holy crap! When did that happen?) Slept in, watched some movies, ate some pizza... handed over a particularly embarrassing (but complete!!!) year-long project of mine that I just barely scraped through before my self-imposed deadline for. (He likes it. Or says he does.)

A really great day. I mean, we've gone the shnazzy celebration stuff before - getting all dolled up (which I do enjoy having an excuse for time to time) and going out to eat somewhere... but I don't really feel the need to do that sort of thing often... and... let's face it.... all I really wanted to do this weekend was (finally) relax and spend some quality time with my super-significant other.

Right now, all I want to do is to not work on my thesis. Hence the jaunt down three flights of stairs for munchies (om nom nom) and a bit more procrastination as I finally update.

On the downside, my presentation is in just barely over a week. And then the final write-up is due a week and a half after that.

As of yet, I have no significant findings to present...although I haven't completely exhausted all of the possibilities for analysis yet. So I live in hope.

But still - deadlines loometh.

I have this very ambiguous love-hate relationship with deadlines. I'm still working on the whole...willpower...thing... so motivation from some sort of external source is almost essential to get me freaked out enough to work on something. So deadlines are good. Granted, it takes until they're looming ominously before I get really sufficiently freaked out...so....yeah.

Commence the freak-out. (And all of the irritating side effects that go with it. Stupid shoulder muscles. My friends the knots get positively gleeful towards the end of the semester.)

On the plus side, I just checked, and I must have lucked out with super-minions-of-awesome or something because with very little help on my part, there are only 20 more participants' sessions to transcribe! That's like... 10 hours of work or so! That's fantastic! (I was anticipating very...very long nights in the near future to get all of this stuff sorted, but dude! I could get some serious analyzing done by Wednesday! Excellent!)

On a completely random side note, apparently not only do I talk in my sleep (I knew this already) but I also talk awesome in my sleep. (Ok, granted, all I said was "DUDE!" when the lovely roomie came in after I'd gone to sleep... but people, its the tone of voice and...intent... that count, right?) Alright, fine. I was amused at least.

Anyway, as it is nearly 1 am, I'm going to finish my munchies, edit what I have of my thesis, and maybe get stuff set up for further analysis in the morning (holy cucumbers, batman, I'm even making to-do lists on this freaking thing. What gives?) and then I can walk home and still get to sleep before said lovely roommate.

Glee.

ADDENDUM: 1:04 AM

I just logged in to Northwestern's application website...for the kicks.... and guess what - as of today, the application decision link is up. I'm not in. Surprise!

What took them so long to tell me that? And after the admissions deadline for basically every other program out there. If I'd actually been waiting on them, I'd be screwed.

Those *EXPLETIVE DELETED* little *EXPLETIVE DELETED*s.

....I feel strangely better.