Be happy that I don’t vlog. The pasty complexion and dark circles that are now etched under my eyes aren’t pretty. But I’ve been planted in front of Edmund of Dell for the past two weeks when I wasn’t at work sitting in front of the computer in my cube. My goal this week, aside from writing a 3-year PR plan, group dynamics paper, and a proposal for an independent study this summer, is to catch up on my sleep. I’d actually like to look decent for commencement services on Sunday.
Did I mention one little thing?
At approximately 1:50 a.m. on Monday, May 7, 2007 my thesis is completed! It still needs to be printed and bound, but some things can be left for tomorrow.
So 75 pages, 44 footnotes, 25 graphs, 2 appendices and countless blog post later, I am finished with the project that I’ve obsessed over worked on for the past five months.
Now everyone needs to read it. Well, I’m only going to force those who are bound by blood or life-long friendship to thoughtfully analyze all 75 pages. Therefore, if I share your genes, have been in your wedding, attended your wedding, listened to relationship problems, listened to complaints about your own thesis, and/or made sure you weren’t passed out drunk in a ditch (EVER), you’re reading it!
Actually, if you want to read it, shoot me an e-mail. I’m also working on an executive summary to send to a few people who are interested but don’t want to weed through the entire thing.
Maybe tomorrow later today, I’ll post a few excerpts. For some reason, whenever I blog about politics or communication, my hits practically triple. Either my insights into the world of political communication are just that amazing, or my life is boring. I choose the former, because well, I have quantitative data that shows only 6-7% of Americans blog and those people are much more interested in politics than the general public. Plus, I’d hate to think that my life is dull, and my writing about said life is stale.
Even though it’s now 2 a.m., I’m too giddy to go to sleep. However, by the time I arrive at work tomorrow, I probably won’t be that giddy. What’s it like to go to bed before 2 a.m.? I really can’t remember.
Oh! I just realized that I graduated from college 3 years ago. Good thing college me can’t see what happened to grad school me. She’d still be at a party somewhere on Frat Row with Mrs. M., who probably also would have freaked out to see where her life is now. Actually, most of the Gamma Sig crowd would probably be there too.