I will call him squishy and he will be mine!

I have a ton of things to accomplish this weekend, the least of all, I thought, was my Spanish lit paper. The paper is due on Monday, and I hadn't started it yet - it's based on a previous paper, so I figured half of the work was already done. All I had to do was find a few sources and write a few pages. And I was right. So, this morning, I start looking for sources and I find that not too many people care to write about the similarities between Garcilaso de la Vega's Soneto XXIII and Luis de Góngora's Soneto CLXVI. In fact, I found only three sources - three good sources (I had two back-up auxillary sources that would add some fluff to the paper). So, I see three sources and I think everything's fine. Well, I click the link that will tell me where to find the books in the library stacks and I see that the library only has a record for one of the books, and the other two were libras non grata. But that was ok because the one source that the library did have was the perfect source - it followed my thesis to a T.

So, I find out the call number and the floor and grab my things and head out the door. I get to the stacks, go to the fifth floor (I caved in and used the elevator and consequently I have renewed my hatred and distrust of the elevators on campus). I look for the appropriate section and look for the call number PBl. M65. I find the section. There is a whole slew of that particular journal, and all I want is one little article- one article out of seven shelves of volumes of this journal. PBl. M50...PBl. M60...PBl. M64...PBl. M66...wait! Right where PBl. M65 was supposed to be located, I find a one inch gap. The only volume missing from the entire set of 200 just happened to be the one I needed; my last hope.

So, crestfallen, I make my brain start to think logically. People are not allowed to take those volumes out of the library, so chances are, it's either still on the floor or it's by the copy machines. So, I start a hunt of the floor, looking for the shelves where you are supposed to place the books you're finished with, checking every booth and work station along the way. I eventually find some likely looking stacks and start to go through them. No luck. So, I start to look around the other side of floor and I get to the end, and I see nothing. But as I turn around to leave, I spy a huge pile of books just to my right. I look to see if they are organized...no. So I decide to go through them. Two seconds later I find that there is no need because lo and behold, there sits PBl. M65. right on top waiting for me. All I could think was, "Hallelujah" and "¡Grací­as a Dios!"

So I found my book, got the information I needed, and then returned to my room to write the paper, which I am proud to say I finished (i.e. gave up on) an hour ago. That translates to almost ten hours writing a paper in a different language, working with sources in a different language. Did I mention that I hate writing papers, I hate it with a passion! This blog is not a paper, this blog is more of a journal where I can talk about my favorite subject: me. I don't like the time it takes to formulate my thoughts and put them into a concise, logical progression on paper - it takes too much time and thought! And it's boring! But life is full of things we don't want to do, and tomorrow holds some more. But for now, I'm going to finish watching Finding Nemo and try and get a good night's rest.

Tomorrow, my roommate will come back and I will finally have some company! Sometimes I get extremely depressed and lonely when I'm by my self for even a short time - and this weekend was one of those times. Callie left around 3pm on Friday, and around 7pm, I started feeling really alone and sad. It's hard to concentrate when I get like that, so it's almost counterintuitive - I have peace and quiet, so it should be easy to work, but my mind is sinking into a 'pit of despair' so I can't concentrate. Tonight wasn't bad - I actually talked to someone - and that caused a huge spike in my happiness. All this talk about being depressed is depressing me. Ooh, a boat! I saw a boat! It went, um, it went this way...!