Sunday, February 25, 2007

We race away from who we used to be

I'd say it's been a productive week. I finished my paper on the different forms of decomposition in William Faulkner's "As I Lay Dying" for my English class and turned it in Friday morning. I then proceeded to treat my slightly hung over self to a large salad at Fac. I figured I deserved it, after writing seven pages of pure dribble.

Also on Friday, I screened a film version of Arthur Schnitzler's "Reigen" for my German class. It was a cold walk from the bus stop and back, but I went out later that night, as on Thursday. I met up at Faegan's that night with some friends, and Friday I found myself at Chuck's. I'm getting more into the bar scene, if only for the reason that I love meeting and interacting with people. During the week it's often difficult to have a social life, other than at work, when interaction with people is part of my job. Still, weekends for me are a needed escape to hang out with friends and get away from the usual routine of wake up, get the paper and a coffee, go to class, come home, go to work for a few hours, eat dinner and watch TV until bed time. One cannot live such a life on the weekend. With the isolation of South Campus and my lack of a car, I'd go crazy otherwise. Who knows how I survived before turning 21.

My main concern this week is my seven to 10-page paper for Critical Perspectives. It's the first "stage" of a large semester-long project involving me coming up with a mission statement for my future career, discussing the work of someone I admire, why my work should be protected by the First Amendment and citing a case involving my field. I have an idea of what I want to write about; I just need to delve into researching and writing it, with the hope that I can write enough to fill seven to 10 pages. Plainly put: I am not looking forward to this.

Today I got a lot done, though. I wrote a (mediocre) review of the movie "Breach" for my magazine class tomorrow morning. I went to see it last night and was pretty impressed. I'm glad we didn't see "The Number 23" as we'd proposed. Maybe critics are good for something after all. I also wrote a paper for my German class in which I had to compare "Reigen" the film to Schnitzler's play. I hope two pages suffice. Along with a "Law & Order: SVU" marathon on USA today, I'd say it's been a pretty good, successful day. I even got to treat myself with a homemade meal of tuna poached in white wine, vinegar, honey and spices, served over couscous with a side of green beans. Delicious. I haven't cooked like that in a while, mostly because I haven't had the time, what with work and all. My desire for take-out food (mostly from Goldstein) has also grown, something I'm not sure I like. Nothing beats home-cooked food, that's for sure. I love the satisfaction of knowing what goes into my food and that I prepared it all myself. Nothing makes me happier.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

The weather outside is frightful ...

We've gotten so much snow this past week that Syracuse University decided to cancel Wednesday's classes for the second time in its history and the first time in 14 years. Here are some photos of the aftermath:


I can't believe people actually read this thing. There hasn't been all that much going on, besides the snow and the fact that I've been working my ass off lately. Two papers due in the next two weeks, plus a lot of front desk work at Goldstein. Next week's paycheck is going to be awesome. Because of the canceled classes Wednesday, I worked an extra two hours after learning that no one works after my shift until 2:30. I'm also taking a shift for someone today from 4:30 to 7:30. I'm hoping to get some work done there. Who knows?

It's amazing how much hormones control what we think and feel, and how little control we really have over it. Such is the case with me. I found out I have PMDD, or premenstrual dysphoric disorder. It only affects a small percentage of menstruating women, and it's basically PMS on crack. My hormones become so imbalanced I experience clinical depression about a week or two before my period. Luckily it wasn't that bad this month, but the times when I do get depressed are really unnerving. It's so sad not wanting to interact with people and just withdraw into myself, knowing I can't control it and no one can help me at the moment. I heard about a new birth control pill whose main aim is to treat PMDD. I may check into it soon. Until then, it's vitamin supplements and inositol, a supplement considered part of the B vitamin complex that has been shown in studies to help with seratonin levels in the brain. I don't know if it's helped at all, but at least things are much better than they were last month.

It's off to Chuck's tonight with Kai and Chris. With hope and luck, I'll be later joined by Heather, who celebrates her birthday (along with my dad) tomorrow! Shout-out to both of them. :)