So I've lost all desires to sleep or eat. Both totally gross me out, even just thinking about them. *shudder*

I just hit page 50. I still have to write my conclusion and fix a few things on my tables. I think that after I print out this mother, I'll take it downtown to get it bound. It sure as hell isn't going to be able to get stapled together.

This is the hardest part. The last couple of hours.  ¶ 11:49

  officially done with stat. for.ev.er. good riddance.
but a nice moment was had as i handed in my paper, for the professor looked at me, smiled, and asked me about how all of my music was going (this is after a semester of advisor/advisee status in which any time i tried to talk about more than my course schedule i'd get an "oh that's nice"). ah, gotta love those moments when people make themselves human, even if for a moment.

my laptop's been stored in a thesis carrel in the top floor of the library, and i keep forgetting that without my laptop, i live in silence at home. it's been strange not having tunes to blast and neighbors to annoy. so right now i'm in the carrel, rocking the headphones. rock. rock.

my paper is due tomorrow. i should start that. it's nearly 90 degrees out right now, people are biking the campus in herds and playing frolf and sleeping under the trees. yaron and i decided that we should be honorary library gargoyles. woo.

i'm happy. things are going right. i'm a lucky girl.

i can't believe i'm flying back to CA in a week. strange, strange, strange. gotta make the best of these last 6 days.  ¶ 13:53

  So I have a statistics exam soon, I got an extension on my gigantic development paper, and I spent 5 hours recording today with the big band. Guess what's on my mind?

Recording was cool because I got to rehearse my chart, polish it a bit. We decided that I would lay vocals down afterward rather than trying to get me in live with the band.

So, at 4, the band packed up, we had our take, and it was just me in Crowell with a mic and headphones, listening to Jay and the sound guy talk to me over the radio from the sound booth.

Two takes and one edit. Add a little reverb, play it back, and I'm stunned. That's me?

The last time I heard a recording of myself singing was when Harr and I did a bit of recording in January. I could feel changes in the way I was singing, and knew that they were yielding positive results, but I had no idea exactly what it all amounted to from the audience's perspective.

So I'll get a rough cut of everything at the end of this week or the beginning of the next. The final, polished version will be mailed to me this summer. But I'm so stoked to have this recording as a milestone in this entire process.

I nailed it.  ¶ 18:12