my thesis is done, gimme dollahs, gimmie dollahs.
So it's done. two vitamin waters, two pots of coffee... a close to an all-nighter, took a *nap* from 7-9am to refresh myself for the editing process. Somewhere in the middle of night (when I was successfully kicked out of three different work spots because they needed to "lock" them), I started to panic about the section about perception theory / Maurice Merleau-Ponty stuff in Chapter 3. It was incoherent. Maybe because my editors didn't want to break my heart they didn't bring it to my attention sooner - well, I just went through and hacked anything that seemed confusing. There is no reason to ask for trouble, so I stuck to what I knew and I think it's all the better for it. The conclusion, yesterday morning's baby, ended on a down right heroic note. I don't know if I proved what I said I set out to prove, but damn, it was confident and I am sure convinced someone, if even myself. When I finally got back to my room and the sun was rising, I had an unexpected conversation with Dave Baldwin - over-achiever turned SLACKER - from my jolly old days at South Windsor High School. And although the prospect he proposed of not editing my thesis seemed tempting, I gave in like I always do and slaved away.
I actually finished early (1:20pm) whereas my arch rival in the art history world was still printing her's in the computer lab at 7pm. These were DUE at 5pm. Bitch. Stupid bitch. All I have to say is if she gets the award over me, I am bring a judicial suit on her ass because she had the unauthorized aid of 2 additional hours that the rest of us didn't have... (her images looked like dinky things she got off the internet, I had slick and impressive color images - thank you senior work fund $$) I, believe it or not, can stand to NOT get the award for the best thesis, but I just can't lose to her. We have nicknamed her "schitzophrenic kitten," it's one of the best descriptions I ever had a hand in authoring. Even if you don't know her, I am sure you wouldn't like her either. well anyway, I finished long before her and that makes me a better person.
But it's done, it's printed, there are nice illustrations, and my bibliography is neat and alphabetical. The page count? well, maybe around 60 of writing and then 35 of "other."
I am starting to droop - it's been a rough few days. To celebrate the end, Jack bought me the big bombay (now all I need is a squeeze bottle....) Ah yes, I have almost forgotten what sweet gin tastes like and now I have like 300 oz to remind me! I have a feeling this weekend will rekindle my lost youth. As Aaron so aptly remarked, this weekend will be like flashback from 1999. Let me explain. I was a "different" person in 1999. technically, yes, my finger prints haven't changed and my social security number is the same, but I certainly had different habits in 1999 back when I was young and stupid. Well, everyone needs a little "Carnival" now and again, right Marcia Tucker?
For locals, I am having a margarita blow out on Saturday. With the exception of late night shenanagins during the debate tournament, this will be the first social event I have hosted, well, in a very long time, I think since I got divorced anyway. I think it'll be great fun and with the high density of out of towners on campus this weekend, we need some adult-like cocktail party fun. Of course, respectable adults don't drink margaritas by the fistful, but you take what you can get some times.
In a bit I need to bundle up (it's frigid outside) and go to Sydney and Stella's for the wine & caviar post-thesis party. You know, it's very nice to have rich friends who are willing to shell out for a case of white, a case of red, and expensive gooey fish eggs. They happen to be nice girls too.
So yes Mom & Dad (who left me two dozen messages asking where / how I have been). All is well. I am confident with what I've done, now we just wait and see. I am taking the night off, but tomorrow, I should get going on the chinese cinema paper and the architecture assignments that were due today, but that my kind, understanding professors absolved me from having an absolute day from hell.
posted by lmjasinski at 7:14 PM
