Schedule for the rest of the month
Aug. 9th, 2003 01:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaala(My titles get more and more clever and intriguing, don't they? *smirk*)
First, Girl Guide camp for five days. I'm a "leader" though I had very little to do with planning the event because I was still at university in another province. My fellow Guiders are planning on spending almost all of the time making crafts; I just don't get why one would make dolls, baskets, etc. ad nauseum, three or four a day--almost all of them objects that will get thrown away within a year--when one is outdoors and could be hiking or stargazing or using compasses or singing around a campfire. Anyway. No matter what the other Guiders are like, I usually enjoy working with the girls.
Then I leave the camp early to wash my clothes, re-pack, and join up with this for eight days. I'm really excited about it and yet a bit scared at the same time. I will play in the orchestra, and I'm afraid I'll stick out like a sore thumb in amongst all the graduate students and professionals. Still, everyone with whom I've been in contact has been really nice.
Then, same routine as before and I head to the Eaglewood Folk Festival to work as a volunteer on the final day and help with clean-up. I had originally planned to volunteer for the entire weekend, but the abovementioned Project made that impossible.
Then I desperately try to sort out matters for university. If I get a residence spot, I move in on August 31. If I don't get a spot, uh... I guess I go apartment- or room-searching in Kingston.
* * *
Once I actually started packing for camp today, I realized how unbelievably disorganized everything in my life is right now. I have stuff for the school year in a corner of the basement, two boxes brought home from university (still packed), a suitcase in my room (still packed), mail sent to me at this address during the school year (saved by my parents) in several piles, and school supplies, papers, books, and photo albums littered all over the place. And I have a week to deal with all this when I get back.
It's an odd paradox, being obsessive-compulsive perfectionistic (i.e. I want to save and organize things, not just put them in a drawer or throw them away) and a disorganized procrastinater at the same time.
First, Girl Guide camp for five days. I'm a "leader" though I had very little to do with planning the event because I was still at university in another province. My fellow Guiders are planning on spending almost all of the time making crafts; I just don't get why one would make dolls, baskets, etc. ad nauseum, three or four a day--almost all of them objects that will get thrown away within a year--when one is outdoors and could be hiking or stargazing or using compasses or singing around a campfire. Anyway. No matter what the other Guiders are like, I usually enjoy working with the girls.
Then I leave the camp early to wash my clothes, re-pack, and join up with this for eight days. I'm really excited about it and yet a bit scared at the same time. I will play in the orchestra, and I'm afraid I'll stick out like a sore thumb in amongst all the graduate students and professionals. Still, everyone with whom I've been in contact has been really nice.
Then, same routine as before and I head to the Eaglewood Folk Festival to work as a volunteer on the final day and help with clean-up. I had originally planned to volunteer for the entire weekend, but the abovementioned Project made that impossible.
Then I desperately try to sort out matters for university. If I get a residence spot, I move in on August 31. If I don't get a spot, uh... I guess I go apartment- or room-searching in Kingston.
* * *
Once I actually started packing for camp today, I realized how unbelievably disorganized everything in my life is right now. I have stuff for the school year in a corner of the basement, two boxes brought home from university (still packed), a suitcase in my room (still packed), mail sent to me at this address during the school year (saved by my parents) in several piles, and school supplies, papers, books, and photo albums littered all over the place. And I have a week to deal with all this when I get back.
It's an odd paradox, being obsessive-compulsive perfectionistic (i.e. I want to save and organize things, not just put them in a drawer or throw them away) and a disorganized procrastinater at the same time.
