The apparition of these faces in the crowd

Off to Cleveland for the memorial service for Dr. H.

This is not going to be easy.

Especially when watching 'Dead Irish Writers' last night during the marathon West Wing watching we do. Sam's professor was on and said it was so important that this get done now because he has Non-Hodgkin's.

I absolutely lost it.

*sigh* It's going to be a long, long day.

Fair warning, I will not be around much the next few days because I am the most brilliant person in the world. Helping my mother at the costume shop, I managed to cut through the tip of my finger while cutting out vinyl. When the scissors say they're razor sharp... they mean they're razor sharp.

I swear, Tonks has nothing on me as far as klutziness goes.

Worst thing? It's my ring finger on my left hand. The hand I need to play the violin. Yeah, not going to be doing a lot of playing for the next week. Finger is still sore and it hurts like a bitch to type on, so until it feels better, I may not be around so much for IMing. Mostly because I need my finger to heal well so I don't have any problems later on down the line.

However, for the good news?

I AM DONE WITH MY THESIS!!!!!!!

Or, rather, Baldwin-Wallace has gotten off their dead asses and finally given me a grade. I'm getting a C on it, and frankly, I don't care. Eleven months after I graduate, I'll finally have my degrees.

Couldn't have come... oh... a month earlier when I would have needed it for grad school and so that I wouldn't have been rejected, but c'est la vie, eh?

All that matters is that it's done and I couldn't be happier.

starshine_rain6, we'll really have to celebrate when you come up, eh? XD

Bloody fecking hell -- I never thought this day would come.

The thesis. Is. Finished. well, almost. I have two tables to insert, but comparatively? It's done.

Done... at 18,000 words and 71 pages later. All I have to do now is send it to Dr H, wait to see if he has any last minute corrections, then defend the bloody thing.

I cannot TELL you how good it feels to have this entire thing done and behind me.

Yes, I owe a bunch of comments, but this is just a quick pop in before I pop back out.

Fiddler on the Roof officially owns my soul. Doing pit work isn't that bad. Occasionally I'm exhausted after a show, but it's usually not so bad. HOWEVER. Being in a show is so completely draining it's not even funny.

The production runs for another two weeks (this weekend and next) then I get a bit of a rest, then it's off to NYC for a day. Huzzah and goodtimes there.

Off to work on the thesis that will NEVER END. I swear... if I ever have to look at this thing again? I'll cry. Revisions, revisions, revisions. Maybe not getting into grad school for Music History really WAS a blessing in disguise.

I'm inclined to think it WAS right about now.

Well -- good news. In essence, the thesis is finished. I have one more chapter to write (and a whoooole lot of revising to do) but in essence, it's done.

Currently sitting at about 70 pages and just under 20,000 words. This was SUPPOSED to be 30 pages.

I'm soooo glad to have it done. And being able to do stuff again. I like having my life back.

Now all that's left is to get done the mamssive amount of work that has to be finished before May 7th. 28 days until graduation -- and still SO much to do!

Well, I've had the first migraine coming off the topamax. Yey.



Though, I suppose I should be happy this was the first considering I've been coming down off the drug for 2 weeks now. Prolly shouldn't look the gift horse in a mouth and all that rot. But it's amazing how much better one feels after seeping for roughly 12 hours. *shifty* It's down to a dull headache which I can deal with -- or heavily medicate.

*takes motrin*

In other, happier news? Thesis is going well. 2 chapters through the revision stage (and still being revised); 2 more turned in. Dr H is happy with me.

Now -- if I could have a nice writing jag for hp_springsmut; I'd be ALL set.