I’ve got a lot going on right now and haven’t been getting nearly enough sleep. Such is the life of a final semester graduate student, I suppose. I have a big project due tomorrow and have been up late working on it. I think it’s pretty damn good and I’m not too worried about our grade. That said, I hate group work, but I’m learning that I can work with pretty much anyone no matter how much they annoy me, stress me out, make me wonder what the eff they’re doing, etc. So that’s kind of comforting. I have successfully kept my cool and smiled through so many situations where I just want to flip out. Let’s just say me and my fellow grad students? Not so much on the same page. But that’s fine, I can appreciate them and their oddities.
I really haven’t stopped eating a ton since Thanksgiving and probably should slow it down a little, and start working out more. Today I had to go out to lunch with my classmates so we could work on our project. And then tonight I got some dinner with Sas. She is my only friend who will eat Indian food (besides my dad), so we went to Rani, a fabulous Indian restaurant in Coolidge Corner. For some reason, we were served extremely quickly and, because we are pigs, we also ate really fast. Soo since we weren’t quite done with our discussions (what didn’t we talk about??), we decided to go to Finale for dessert. Now, Finale came to Coolidge Corner probably a year ago. And when it did, I went absolutely crazy claiming “I am going to be here every single night!!!” Yeah, tonight was my first time. But it was awesome and I can’t wait to go back (within the next year, ha). Sas and I split the tiramisu (how romantic) and each had a delicious toddy coffee. I had the Mexican coffee with Kahlua. Exactly what I needed on a nice, chilly night like tonight.
While out, I realized I had completely forgotten about Panera, another place I claimed I would go to every single day, and have been to a total of one time since it opened. Sad, considering I legit live 2 seconds away. Then again, I need to stop eating so much. Really. I do.
I’ve decided that I don’t get my work done and I don’t sleep enough because I spend too much time talking. Whether it’s in person or on the phone or through e-mail, I need to learn to just shut up. I think the fact that I talked to Chelsee on the phone for 5 hours the other night says a lot about my issues. 5 hours is ridiculous, but I think we properly justified it by the realization that we hadn’t talked in 1.5 days (the horror!) and had a lot to catch up on. Tonight when I got home I talked to my roomie for 2 hours and then was on the phone for another 2. And all of the sudden it was 1:30 a.m. And my project was staring at me with evil eyes. Sometimes catching up with friends feels soo much more important than anything in the world. Especially sleep. And schoolwork. Maybe not so much as eating. But oftentimes, you can talk and eat at the same time. As long as you don’t talk with food in your mouth. I hate that. OK, I’m tired. That’s wayy evident.