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I haven't written in my livejournal for a while now, for a variety of reasons, first things were going well and I just didn't have anything that seemed worth sharing, then I got busy and didn't have time (didn't make it a priority), then I got stressed and when that happens I tend to pull away, even though "crawling into my little hole" is often counterproductive and when I communicate with people I often feel better. (Even though I haven't been writing, I have been reading everyone's entries.)
Now I'm writing even though I know this is going to be long, so
The exercise thing has been going ok. I finished off month one, then skipped a couple days on week 5, week 6 was better, but have pretty much abadoned all exercise this week (#7), and have been eating crap (pizza last night, brownies and cookies today). My mother visited and said I look "more compact" from my strength training (nice complement, but she could have found a more flattering phrase!) and I've lost 2 pounds (well maybe only 1 after this week) which has made me feel better. Denis says my butt looks rounder, which isn't really what I was going for (I'd rather have smaller), but he is the most biased source, plus he felt the need to touch my butt to confirm its new roundness (ulterior motives?).
My "legitimate" reason for skipping exercise is that I have a ton of work. Overall I have three 20 page papers and a French exam. I passed in my Museum's paper this morning ("Cowboys and Connecticut: Two Regional Museum Case Studies" I compared the Wadsworth Atheneum in Hartford CT and the Phoenix Art Museum) which is good, except that I planned to have it finished last Friday. The paper is due this Friday, but I have my modernism and monuments papers due next Wednesday. (yes, all my classes start with "M" this term, also weird because out of the profesors in the program we have Mark, Marc, Michael, and Michael (well Michael and Michael actually work for the Clark, but no matter).
I'm hoping to get an extension for my monuments paper, but only until next Friday (which is also when I have my French exam, which I'm not studying for until next Thursday) because Saturday I have to do family stuff. My mom wants me to come home for a week, she's even made me an eye appointment without consulting me (I love feeling 12, at least she's going to pay for it, because we don't have enough money or insurance for things like eye and dentist appointments, I wonder if she'll pay for a new right contact, my vision is getting pretty bad, not good for an art history major).
This week is the last week of classes (kind of sad actually, I loved all my classes this term, so I want to do good work). All of the grad. students are stressed and exhausted, we all look terrible. I've been having stressed out dreams. In one I keep loosing the little diamonds in my wedding band and have to keep picking them up. In the most recent one I'm in a foreign airport (like Istanbul, or some middle eastern country) and I keep missing planes for Boston because I have to get this duffel bag to my friends who need it to get out of the country, but they're not at the airport and I don't have a car to get to them. Eventually I put the bag in a locker, but then I need to find a way to get them the key, but I don't want to just leave a note, or trust the guard, and I don't have a cell phone, and I keep hearing that I've missed different flights to Boston, and my ticket is going to expire, etc etc.
I keep reminding myself that I love graduate school and I chose to be here. Everyone is saying that next term we will start our papers earlier. I keep thinking that it will be over in a week and a half, but right now that is making me more stressed out than comforted.
Denis has been amazingly supportive, doing much more of the housework (especially the laundry) then is his share, and also being very kind to me when I am stressed, even giving backrubs when I'm so wound up I can't fall asleep at night.
In terms of good news I will be working at the Williams College of Art museum this summer with the exhibitions curator (who I worked for last fall) she's great. I also got chosen to be a TA for Art History 101-102 next year (six of us interviewed for five slots, so it wasn't terribly competitive, but I would have felt awful if I didn't get picked). And I can't wait for graduation and our trip to New York (we are celebrating our one-year anniversary with three days in the city)!
Well I've killed way too much time writing this, back to my modernism paper (on surrealist Andre Masson and his painting "Iroquois Landscape"). Hopefully I'll post again before I see most of you.
Now I'm writing even though I know this is going to be long, so
The exercise thing has been going ok. I finished off month one, then skipped a couple days on week 5, week 6 was better, but have pretty much abadoned all exercise this week (#7), and have been eating crap (pizza last night, brownies and cookies today). My mother visited and said I look "more compact" from my strength training (nice complement, but she could have found a more flattering phrase!) and I've lost 2 pounds (well maybe only 1 after this week) which has made me feel better. Denis says my butt looks rounder, which isn't really what I was going for (I'd rather have smaller), but he is the most biased source, plus he felt the need to touch my butt to confirm its new roundness (ulterior motives?).
My "legitimate" reason for skipping exercise is that I have a ton of work. Overall I have three 20 page papers and a French exam. I passed in my Museum's paper this morning ("Cowboys and Connecticut: Two Regional Museum Case Studies" I compared the Wadsworth Atheneum in Hartford CT and the Phoenix Art Museum) which is good, except that I planned to have it finished last Friday. The paper is due this Friday, but I have my modernism and monuments papers due next Wednesday. (yes, all my classes start with "M" this term, also weird because out of the profesors in the program we have Mark, Marc, Michael, and Michael (well Michael and Michael actually work for the Clark, but no matter).
I'm hoping to get an extension for my monuments paper, but only until next Friday (which is also when I have my French exam, which I'm not studying for until next Thursday) because Saturday I have to do family stuff. My mom wants me to come home for a week, she's even made me an eye appointment without consulting me (I love feeling 12, at least she's going to pay for it, because we don't have enough money or insurance for things like eye and dentist appointments, I wonder if she'll pay for a new right contact, my vision is getting pretty bad, not good for an art history major).
This week is the last week of classes (kind of sad actually, I loved all my classes this term, so I want to do good work). All of the grad. students are stressed and exhausted, we all look terrible. I've been having stressed out dreams. In one I keep loosing the little diamonds in my wedding band and have to keep picking them up. In the most recent one I'm in a foreign airport (like Istanbul, or some middle eastern country) and I keep missing planes for Boston because I have to get this duffel bag to my friends who need it to get out of the country, but they're not at the airport and I don't have a car to get to them. Eventually I put the bag in a locker, but then I need to find a way to get them the key, but I don't want to just leave a note, or trust the guard, and I don't have a cell phone, and I keep hearing that I've missed different flights to Boston, and my ticket is going to expire, etc etc.
I keep reminding myself that I love graduate school and I chose to be here. Everyone is saying that next term we will start our papers earlier. I keep thinking that it will be over in a week and a half, but right now that is making me more stressed out than comforted.
Denis has been amazingly supportive, doing much more of the housework (especially the laundry) then is his share, and also being very kind to me when I am stressed, even giving backrubs when I'm so wound up I can't fall asleep at night.
In terms of good news I will be working at the Williams College of Art museum this summer with the exhibitions curator (who I worked for last fall) she's great. I also got chosen to be a TA for Art History 101-102 next year (six of us interviewed for five slots, so it wasn't terribly competitive, but I would have felt awful if I didn't get picked). And I can't wait for graduation and our trip to New York (we are celebrating our one-year anniversary with three days in the city)!
Well I've killed way too much time writing this, back to my modernism paper (on surrealist Andre Masson and his painting "Iroquois Landscape"). Hopefully I'll post again before I see most of you.
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And I relate to the thing about your mom scheduling doctor's appointments and things for you without telling you. My mom used to do that all the time when I was in college - she does it less so now because they live far enough away that I don't necessarily visit often or at predictable times.