8:05-8:45 am: Shower, eat cold piece of pizza, check email.
8:45-9:15 am: Waste time on internet creating paper-playlist and reading Stephen Fry's blog.
9:15-10:15 am: Outline Velazquez section and start writing. Do not accomplish much.
10:15 am: put on multiple layers of clothing, plus a hat and gloves, and get picked up by two friends.
10:20-11:00 am: go to Starbucks, get hot chocolate, return to friends apartment where we put Baileys in the hot chocolate. Resuit up with multiple layers.
11:00-11:45 am: Walk to football field, partially through a field and partially on the road. Am feeling quite warm again. Take off some layers.
11:45-12:05 am: Buy tickets, wave enthusiastically at some people we know in the band, meet up with two other friends, get seats by the band. Prepare for Iowa-Indiana game.
12:05-2:00 pm: First half. Indiana was ahead, of all things (Iowa is ranked either number 1, or very close. IU is..not.) Also, in other hilarity, the two guys in front of us looked like noisy frat boys, but both of them had brought reading to do. We were slightly more raucous:
(some classy art historians do a touchdown dance)
(marching hundred rocks out "Livin' on a Prayer")
2:00-3:30 pm: Second half. We lost. It involved an intercepted pass with 25 seconds left. It was kind of a bummer.
3:30-3:50 pm: Band post-show. More interesting than the game. As one of my friend's said, "the band always wins!"
3:50-4:30 pm: Walk home. Sing a variety of walking songs as we are on the road--Hit the Road Jack, Highway to Hell, On the Road Again, etc.
4:30-5:00 pm: stare at computer. Curse Velazquez. Curse self for spending most of the day outdoors, and for having face hurting with both sunburn and windburn.
5:00-5:30 pm: On the phone.
7:30 pm: Velazquez section complete!
7:30-8:30 pm: Dinner break. Eat more cold pizza. Watch an episode of Jeeves and Wooster. Wonder for the 3,000th time why I do not live a life more like Bertie Wooster. Must make more friends named "Gussie Finknottle."
8:45 pm: Start Gentileschi section. Try to make sense of 6 pages of typed Gentileschi notes.
(desk/kitchen counter/sunglasses repository)
9:30 pm: Catch self singing along to Dolly Parton's Jolene and staring aimlessly at wall. Change music to Bach.
9:34 pm: My sister texts me from Bob Dylan concert. Have a Jealousy Moment.
10:30 pm: Go to mailbox in my pajamas. No mail.
11:45 pm: Trip over Mary Garrard's 900 pound divine Gentileschi textbook. Curse Mary Garrard for her divinity and gigantic book.
12:00 am: Walk around apartment, punching air and saying, "go to the mattresses!"
1:45 am: Final paragraph. Put on Eye of the Tiger for motivation.
1:57 am: Paper finished! Paper is eighteen pages long and for this presentation should be ten-ish. Which means tomorrow will be spent hacking chunks out, but eighteen pages is almost as long as it needs to be for the final, so that is pretty cool.
2:00/1:00 am: Ring in Daylight Savings Time. Hello, extra hour of sleep!!
2:25 am: finishing blog post. Emailing paper to self. Going to bed.
What a lot you pack into one day! I, as an elder, am envious. And cutting out is much easier and less dangerous than padding up. You are meant to be an art historian; although I remain dubious about the football....
ReplyDeleteYou are hilarious...love you!
ReplyDeleteLove you too, mama!
ReplyDeleteAnd the presentation went off quite well, I think. The remote control wouldn't work, but we made do. :)
As for football, I prefer college in that the players aren't getting paid ridiculous amounts of money. I'd prefer a school where they got merit-based scholarships, but I suppose that doesn't happen.
Hey, I'm glad I got a shout-out! Bob Dylan says hi. :)
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