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Apr. 25th, 2007 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brigdhTomorrow is my last day of classes for this semester. I'll have to write a paper next week (well, I also have to write one today, and get ready to give a presentation), but that hardly counts; I'll just be glad to finally have completed this class that's been driving me crazy. At least bad things, like everything else, eventually come to an end.
That's the main reason why I've been so busy lately; a million final projects and things to prepare for the summer or fall, meetings and papers and emails and endless other things that all have to be done, and done now. It's annoying, but not really terrible. I've also had some sort of terrible cold, though I think I've finally gotten over it. I even ended up at the student medical center on Monday when I nearly lost my voice, after having decried the fact that they were closed on Sunday: how can you close a medical center serving thousands of people for a day a week, particularly when most of them presumably cannot afford to go to an emergency room and don't have local doctors?
I'm insanely behind on all the ficathons that are coming up- I want to read and produce recs for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sprinkkink and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
remix_redux and yaoi_challenge eventually, and I completely forgot to write one prompt I'd signed up for, but I'll do that sometime. Next week, hopefully.
Despite all that, I'm really very happy in general, for many reasons. We've been having gorgeous weather; real spring stuff, for the first time in months. Sun and warmth, and coming right after a week of rain where I don't think I saw the sun once, it all seems exaggeratedly bright and wonderful. And it stays for longer too, so that sunset doesn't come until around 8, so that there's still actual blue sky and liquid orange sunsets long after my body clock expects it to be night. It's so pleasant.
On Monday it was in the low 80s, and I spent a few hours sitting in a park (yes, not even death-by-illness can beat the appeal of hot, sunny weather. I would make an awesome sun worshiper). There's a large fountain slightly off-center in Washington Square, but they haven't turned on the water yet, so crowds of people were sitting inside the rim, on each of the steps down to the lowest center, which would normally be under a few inches of dirty water. People took turns taking advantage of that stage-like space in the middle: someone dressed up in a turban and robe doing what looked like a cross between yoga and capoeira, a group of break-dancers, a guy with a guitar singing pop songs.
Two or three days of sun isn't enough to tan visibly (though it's certainly enough to burn if I'm not careful), but I love that I will, soon. The end of winter does always does this to me: once I hit the point where I no longer have any visible tan lines and I can see blue veins halfway up my arms, all I think about if how I want summer to come back. It's strange, because pale on other people is perfectly attractive. It's only for myself that I want brown and gold and freckles and every possible mark of heat and sun.
That's the main reason why I've been so busy lately; a million final projects and things to prepare for the summer or fall, meetings and papers and emails and endless other things that all have to be done, and done now. It's annoying, but not really terrible. I've also had some sort of terrible cold, though I think I've finally gotten over it. I even ended up at the student medical center on Monday when I nearly lost my voice, after having decried the fact that they were closed on Sunday: how can you close a medical center serving thousands of people for a day a week, particularly when most of them presumably cannot afford to go to an emergency room and don't have local doctors?
I'm insanely behind on all the ficathons that are coming up- I want to read and produce recs for
sprinkkink and remix_redux and yaoi_challenge eventually, and I completely forgot to write one prompt I'd signed up for, but I'll do that sometime. Next week, hopefully. Despite all that, I'm really very happy in general, for many reasons. We've been having gorgeous weather; real spring stuff, for the first time in months. Sun and warmth, and coming right after a week of rain where I don't think I saw the sun once, it all seems exaggeratedly bright and wonderful. And it stays for longer too, so that sunset doesn't come until around 8, so that there's still actual blue sky and liquid orange sunsets long after my body clock expects it to be night. It's so pleasant.
On Monday it was in the low 80s, and I spent a few hours sitting in a park (yes, not even death-by-illness can beat the appeal of hot, sunny weather. I would make an awesome sun worshiper). There's a large fountain slightly off-center in Washington Square, but they haven't turned on the water yet, so crowds of people were sitting inside the rim, on each of the steps down to the lowest center, which would normally be under a few inches of dirty water. People took turns taking advantage of that stage-like space in the middle: someone dressed up in a turban and robe doing what looked like a cross between yoga and capoeira, a group of break-dancers, a guy with a guitar singing pop songs.
Two or three days of sun isn't enough to tan visibly (though it's certainly enough to burn if I'm not careful), but I love that I will, soon. The end of winter does always does this to me: once I hit the point where I no longer have any visible tan lines and I can see blue veins halfway up my arms, all I think about if how I want summer to come back. It's strange, because pale on other people is perfectly attractive. It's only for myself that I want brown and gold and freckles and every possible mark of heat and sun.
