i'm a post. kinda about swimming.

Current Mood/Status: meh
Currently Doing: trying to figure out how i'm going to get my head around everything that i have to do in the next seven days
Song of the Day: p.e.t.r.o.l., orbital

edit from 12:15ish: this post was originally published at about 11:15.

...i'll start with lan. wait, no, it's been a while since i've posted; i'll go back a little farther than that.

okay. so last week was the last week of depauw classes, up until thursday, which means that i only had math and latin on monday and wednesday. nothing really happened in class, or at least, nothing of any interest to you, i'm sure. but we did organize our latin study group thing, which, if i haven't already told you, or you haven't read my complaints about it, has really, really sucked. lesse...wednesday it was at 10 or something (to almost 12, when i got home), thursday it was 8-10ish, friday 3:15-5:15ish, today ended up being 8-10:15ish (originally started at six, but had to be rescheduled because half the group decided to go to indianapolis to eat with their house....pssht), and otmorrow, the final day before our final itself, is a 10-midnight session. that...is remarkably sucky. i definitely wouldn't have studied nearly as well as i am, but it's definitely sucking my soul out at approximately the same rate and actually translating latin was before the class was over with (excudling the final). i...am...so...much...more...tired than before.

...latin ap exam at the high school was friday, too (while i'm on the subject of latin). it...also REALLY sucked. imagine taking a test for which you were supposed to have read some 1300 lines of latin...and having only done about half of that (you know, being generous here), and not even having read the english translations of about a third of which (total, that is), plus DEFINITELY not having been taught anything about the test. the biggest surprise was when i found out that i actually had to answer six essay questions rather than...say...one. which is definitely what i had been expecting until i opened up my test form. i read the instructions. thought about it for a minute, then imagined that one guy with a video online of himself, terets and all, going crazy over a bunch of random stuff. i was really, really upset. the long, detailed, and descriptive essay (more or less their terminology for it) was an in-depth comparison of two poems of catullus's, which i have most certainly never even skimmed. 20% of my grade, right there. they were nice and even labeled it for me, just so i would know how much of my grade would be at stake when i tried to bs some stuff. ugh...definitely did not go well.

...but on the bright side, i got to eat lunch that day. i don't usually, what with...class...and...tons of stuff on my mind...but the environmental science class had gone fishing pretty much all of thursday, so i dropped by (the whole period) and ate fish, garner fried potatoes (really, really well, i might add (oh gad, recurring latin subjunctives falling into their usual and unrequested place)), there were chips, and some other random foodstuff. it was pretty awesome, until i had to leave to take my ap exam...it did hail really hard for a bit, though, towards the end of my exam, when i was pretty much done with my 1.5ish page bs essay, which i saved for last. that was kinda cool. it also rained a whole bunch (and really hard) right after that, which was...not enjoyable, because i had to concentrate on latin (*shudder*), and not relaxing, for the same reason (*shudder*), but you know...right? or, at least, betsy would understand.

i dunno...there is probably tons of othter stuff that happened, but i also have a piano recital tomorrow, and i was hoping to relax for a while tonight. wait, that's a lie; i definitely can't relax on any night after i've been doing intense latin for several hours, especially not at home, where my parents always nag me or just generally bug me. not to mention the fact that virtually every detail of my life has slipped out of my mind in the past semester. and by every detail, i mean everything that is interesting and not immediately [ARG i can't remember the word] to academics. that's been happening a lot more, recently, too. i just...lose words. and ideas. and trains of thought. spontaneously, arbitrarily, and most distressingly. in the past few days, my physical coordination and general ability has definitely been falling apart, too. reaction time has been shot, i've dropped my pen/pencil exceptionally too often while spinning it, and i can definitely fall asleep within ten minutes of lying down. even after i got 12 hours of sleep, i was really tired--not just the tired you get from not being a morning person or sleeping too much or something, but the tired you get when you really need to bloody well hibernate for a week. roughly. i realized this when i noticed that i said i was tired at one point at the swim party today (more on that later), and realized that if i just closed my eyes, i definitely could have fallen asleep right where i was, no matter where i was.

ugh...two weeks; no, not even that; latin final monday, math final wednesday, high school finals monday through wednesday of the following week. seniors get out on friday or monday or something, though. huh...gives them a few days to start partying like crazy, then (a minority, this is) realize how tired they are (though hopefully less so than i), and crash. well...i'll just have to crash harder than them to catch up, i guess.

...which means that really, after wednesday, i should be fine. huh...i've definitely spent more time in the past week doing latin than swimming, and more time studying than sleeping, or even being in my house, for that matter. note that studying does not necessarily equal being at school, though i've definitely been using some of my "classes" as study halls. hey, that's funny, i just realized that "so...tired..." or some variant (i.e. "i'm so...very...tired...") is the one thought that comes into my head most often--you know, every few minutes. i wonder if that means anything...

ranting? no, i don't do any of that. that's definitely not what blogs are for, and definitely is, assuredly, not one of my most often used phrases.

alright. i think i'm going to go to sleep soon, and i just wrote my (probably) last email of the day, so i'll stop trying to figure out exactly what i have to do in the FAR, FAR TOO NEAR future and go burn out for the night. *sigh*...if only...

...aw, wait; this is an edit, and i totally forgot to talk about the swim party. i'll make it fast. wait, way too much stuff happened, and i would definitely have to make reference to last year's, so i'll leave that for another post. leave you in suspence, or something. (read: be lazy. no, wait; sensible, and go to sleep.) you sleep, too. if you're a high schooler, you probably don't understand the unmeasurable value of sleep, despite my constant ranting about my lack of it and the [result, but i definitely had a better word .2 seconds before i opened the bracket, having totally lost it; repercussions almost works], if you're in college, you probably pretty much know what i mean, but never had to go through eight classes in one semester with seven hours of class every day and (for parts of the semester, at least) three hours of swimming...oh, and numerous clubs (my once-infrequent social gatherings), and piano lessons, and tutoring (of others), and i could go on, but i instead i'm actually going to sleep now. goodnight.

...dangit...alright, last edit, no doubt: earlier, i talked about a high schooler, and a college student, right? third type of person: adult. employed, no doubt. you probably know what i mean, if you've ever had three weeks or so in a row in which you got no more than ten hours of sleep in any given twenty-four hour period of time. that's the kind of tortured soul i've become in the past few months. i've had a headache that only recedes for a couple of my waking hours a day for the past month or so, and my eyes have been kinda burning this past week and halfish. but ranting almost helps. almost.