Women Who Behave

Man the last couple of weeks have been hectic. I've got most of one of those lined Post-Its stuck on my computer next to the track pad with my to-do list for the last two weeks on it.

[x] Capstone Proposal
[x] Personal Marketing Plan [ ] Final
[ ] Internship Journals
[x] Marketing Plan [x] Presentation [ ]
[x] Business Plan [x] Presentation [ ]
[x] Essay [ ] Concert Review

Each line is a class, and it's pretty much in the order they're due:

Emerging Trends
Intro to Marketing
Internship
Music Marketing
Entrepreneurship: Developing the Music Business Venture
Writing About Popular Music

I was supposed to be done with Music Marketing and Entrepreneurship after today, but we didn't get through presentations in either class. So, today is the second to last day of classes, but Wednesday is going to be more presentations and we're changing in both those classes to a take-home final due Friday. The journals for Internship are due Friday as well. I fly home on Thursday, so guess what I'm going to be doing on the plane? Originally the finals for those classes were supposed to be NEXT Wednesday too, as this Wednesday is officially Reading Day, but we convinced him to move them up because the 23rd is just way too late.

I'm really excited to get this all done with. My business plan is 18 pages long if you include the spreadsheets. That's not that much for a business plan, but still. My essay (on the first incarnation of Rough Trade Records and why they revolutionized the indie scene in the UK and why they ultimately failed) was 11 pages. This is the most writing I've done since Freshman year I think.

Right now, I'm procrastinating on that Intro to Marketing final. It's all essay questions, but we're limited to one page double-spaced per question. It's due by 11am tomorrow. Then my last concert review thing only has to be 300 words and is due at 6pm. Then I need to do laundry and start packing and rehearse my presentations a couple of times. Oh NYU, how you work us through the very last minute.

Break should be really fun though. I'm getting home, changing, and going out to dinner with the family & Grandma at the country club we randomly decided to become semi-members of. Saturday I'm having a bunch of people over to watch the Waters of Mars US premier. I think most of us will have seen it already through the magic of the internet, but we're trying to offset our impatience by boosting the ratings. (Not that I have a Nielson box...) Then Sunday I think I'm taking the train down to Portland to join the rest of my family at my other Grandma's house. Then we're doing Christmas early before going up to Whistler and skiing until just before New Years. New Years is probably going to be at Carolyn's cabin again, but might be at Whistler with family friends, I have to decide. Then a week at home, probably with more skiing at Stevens, before the whole group of high school friends & local college roommates heads up to the cabin at Whistler for a weekend. Then I fly back and have a week here before my classes start again.

Oh, and I've joined yet another site that's probably gonna take me away from here. First Twitter with it's easy, quick, tiny updates. Then DailyBooth, with pictures accompanied by captions of any length. Oh boy.

I've decided Lady GaGa is actually really really good. I was all prepared to not care, just like with almost every other artist in the Top 40, but then her songs started getting stuck in my head. I have to give her props for keeping up with her "I'ma do my own thing, so deal" persona no matter what, and I have to concede that her music is just fucking catchy. Also, she dropped out of NYU, and would have graduated last year, so that's kinda cool.

Anyway. I want the semester to be over already, so I should probably get on that Marketing final.

So, I need to watch my eating. Well, I have been noticing how I've been eating, I need to actually do something about it. I dunno if anyone on here ever heard it, but last spring I was joking about how I was so busy that I kept skipping meals and was going to end up accidentally anorexic. Well, that hasn't exactly stopped eating-habits wise. I was really good about it at the beginning of both semesters, but then I would get busy and start skipping breakfast again and really just snack during the afternoon rather than getting lunch and dinner. I'd get Chinese with Elyssa once or twice a week, but really? Very few structured meals. And it descended into junk food after I got tired of the Quiznos subs and the salad thing was never open when I was there. Then I come home for summer, and you'd think it'd get better being around real food and my family again. It has, a bit, except that my appetite has gotten used to the constant snacking so I can't eat big portions anymore. I COULD stretch dinner on for hours and eat a decent sized meal, but nobody wants that. So I eat small portions, and instead of snacking healthily I either ignore that I'm hungry between meals, sleep all day, or eat what little junk I can find in the house. Like the last couple days for example: two days ago was fairly normal, granted breakfast lunch and dinner were all between about noon and 9pm. Then yesterday I didn't realize until about 10 that all I'd eaten all day was cookies, and so then I made myself some nutrition-scarce grits. Then I stayed up all night and woke up at 3, and just now am planning on getting something to eat. See? Not healthy. I need to change this.

It doesn't help that being surrounded by girls in the dorms has influenced the irrational part of my brain that worries about fat. I'm not fat. I logically know this. In fact, I'm still pretty close to being too skinny. HOWEVER, I put on my size 7 jeans that nobody thinks I should be wearing (I like baggy pants and I actually do have really wide hips), and I have a nice little muffin top. That boosts the confidence. I know, that's practically the only fat on my entire body, but it still bugs the crap out of me. I got both excited and worried when it disappeared briefly in the middle of spring semester. Partially because it was gone! and partially because I hadn't been working out at all besides that one time I went to the gym with everyone to play basketball. See? Even though logically I know I'm thin, and a fine weight (125 is fine, although I was happier hovering around 120) my stupid irrational female brain is giving me all this crap.

Also, I really want to get out of my house. I am tonight, as Abby and I are going to see The Fall, but otherwise I've pretty much been bored out of my mind for the entire month I've been home. I could go out on my own, but I keep getting distracted by books and the internet. I could constantly bug people, but I don't want to come off as annoying and actually be constantly bugging people. The only reasons I've been out of my house in the past week besides the one time I went to Jeff's house were to pick up or drop off job applications or to drive my brother or grandma somewhere. I have Alan to talk to, and I know Jeff keeps bugging me to hang out, but it's kinda depressing cuz half the time Alan is out with his own friends and only responds erratically, and there's a whole 'nother set of issues I'm dealing with when I say I don't really want to be around him right now. I need to get that out of my head and post about it, but I'm too lazy to set up filters because I don't want everyone reading that one. So yeah, bored out of my mind.

Well, I should eat SOMETHING (hopefully healthy) before Abby gets here.

I don't remember when the last time I updated was. Oh well. Here we go. I'm gonna use this more cuz less people from real life know me on here. That and I can totally control who sees stuff.

Procrastinating on Biology labs is fun, but I should actually start that soon.

I am hella confused when it comes to this one boy. I honestly don't know whether to hate him, despair over the fact that he used to be one of my very best friends, or admit to myself that I might love him just a little. Yeah, lame. I'm such a skeptic on the whole concept of teenage love, and here I am, as confused as everyone else. This just proves that you can't really stand off to the side and avoid most of the shit that comes as being a teenager and still participate as much as you want to.

In other news, I'm hella excited for my trip to Spain and the MSI concert. Spain is June 17 to July 1 and the concert is July 5. I'm going to Spain with my Spanish teacher from last year and a group of about 7 or 8 other students. We're touring the central part in a huuge group for a week then doing a family stay for a week. My family sent me a letter, and they sound really sweet, but I'm so nervous that I won't be able to communicate well, if at all, with them even after three years of Spanish.

The concert is just gonna rock. I'm gonna have my dad put on our vampire bite woochie cuz he does it so well. And...that's as far as I've gotten. I'll probably wear something relatively normal though.

Well, I think that's a good update. We'll see how much I keep this up. I also am gonna try to not let it descend back into masses of quizzes and meme's.