Ten Little Chances to be Free

You know, I would so totally endure Simon's Rock for another year if by some amazing miracle we could put on Les Mis next year. Not that it's possible or anything. Because (a) The theater people hate musicals and we'd get into a huge argument about funding and I'd have to go all crazy-fan and pay for the rights out of my own pocket and build the goddamned sets myself if I wanted it to be practical, (b) Gigi and John are the staff members pushing for a musical, and although I might be able to wheedle Gigi into it, AFAIK John hates British shows with a passion and he'd veto liek whoa, (c) School edition rights are only available to 19 and under, and SRC seniors have generally turned 20 by the time spring semester rolls around, and (d) We. Do. Not. Have. Enough. Tenors.

This whine may or may not have been brought about by irritated jealousy produced by looking at pictures of really crapy school productions of Les Mis.

( In which there is stress. And angst. And really bitchy people. )

So yeah. My weekend? Will be hell, but mostly because I'm making it hell.

First day back from break, and already the benefit of a week of relaxation has evaporated. Cold. Hungry. Tired. Overworked. Have no stockings to wear with my skirts now the weather's colder, have no time to eat, have too much work to sleep, have idiot professors who think their class is the only one where we have homework, have job that demands almost full-time hours. Fie.

On the other hand, have just bought the Brick in French, and minus shipping it was actually cheaper than the English version. And I get my computer back in a week or two, so I can trade for foreign cast recordings, and am ebaying for something I can use for Devious Secret Halloween Costume. Still haven't found exactly what I want; it shouldn't be that hard to find a--

Not telling. Nope. Should probably just make it myself anyway.

PROFESSOR: Now bring me student 56131. Your midterms are over and your break's begun. You know what that means.
STUDENT: Yes, it means I'm free.
PROFESSOR: NO! It means you get more free time to do your work. You are behind.
STUDENT: I missed one assignment!
PROFESSOR: It's worth half your grade!
STUDENT: I had too much to do...
My essay for sem was due that day
And I would have failed--
PROFESSOR: You will fail again, until you learn the meaning of a deadline!
STUDENT: I know the meaning of those sleepless nights a slave to my deadlines.
PROFESSOR: Five percent off because your paper sucked. The rest because by the deadline it wasn't done. Yes, 56131...

You guessed it. Break's officially started, classes are over, I can skip out of here whenever I like. The only problem is that over break, I have 50 pages of Nietzsche to read, another 50 pages of the sort of English history that involves long lists of kings to read, an eight-page research paper to write, an Arabic prayer to memorize, and 3894031289 response journals to catch up on. And only half of it's backed-up late work.

HOMEWORK OVER BREAK IS NOT COOL, YO.

Also, does Jolt give anyone else really weird dreams? Because I drank a lotlotlot of it the other night, fell asleep before it could kick in, and proceeded to have an extremely vivid dream about being buried alive. Not in the traumatic way, just in the really bizarre and almost lucid way where I knew someone was coming to dig me out but they must have been held up along the way because holy fuck my air's running out and god it's loud when I bang on the lid of the coffin shouldn't it be muffled?

...Yeah.