Argh! Is the end a little too close?

I've come to the realization that in four weeks;
-I have to write a 2500 word investigative feature which involves a hell of a lot of phone calls, a substantial amount of research and paperwork sifting plus sitting down and writing the damn thing up (which is the easiest bit for me)
-Create a 12 minute radio doco... I need to arrange interviews soon, because the editing process doesn't always go smoothly for these things, and if I don't have enough good sound when it comes down to me and Protools alone in a dark room, it will be shite. And I just realized it is supposed to be accompanied by a project diary... wtf! That's a new one for UTS...
-Write a 3500 word political theory essay (to be honest, the least of my worries. Essays can be written at 3am in the morning... they don't involve interviews and contact with other human beings)

All this must be achieved in three weeks, plus working three weekdays and going to class as well. And I am still a bit under the weather, not as bad as before thankfully. My current schedule means that I don't have any free weekdays to ring and harass major corporations and government offices who could be unwittingly involved in the conspiracy I have discovered for investigative, or toddle out to harass people with my microphone in the wee hours of the morning...

Plus there are a lot of random little things that need to be done before finishing uni.

I think, unfortunately, my somewhat unreliable commitment to community radio is going to have to go. Then I will have four Tuesdays (only 3 for some subjects) to pull all this crap together.

Wow. Scary.

And I am sitting on my bed listening to "World Hold On" by Bob Sinclair and all I wanna do is go out dancing and partying... I haven't danced at all since my last night in Harrow and the UK, when we had a brief stint at Trinity before dashing back to catch the last tube to our hostel. And before that... gee... it was some seedy expat club in Krakow with two really stupid Australian guys who thought the kebabs in Krakow were actually good... geeze...

I need to go dancing dammit, but there is too much work to be done! ARRRRRRGHGHHHHHHGHGHGHGHHGHHHHHH!

When I finish my last class/hand in last assignment (which ever signals the end of my degree) I wanna party hard... I can't wait for uni to finish...

I don't feel like I did at school, where it was bittersweet and slightly scary to leave (largely cos I have my job now, if I was facing uncertainty I would probably be a bit worried). I don't feel like I felt when I had to leave Harrow, where it was downright heartbreaking. The UTS experience, while being educationally and career path heading down good, has been somewhat socially lacking, and has really pushed my patience in many respects. It's been good, but at the same time it's been a little bit like trying to wear a pretty shoe that doesn't quite fit properly. I've been lucky to find friends here who are great, but I've had to sift through some interesting characters and some lonely times to get there.

At the moment I feel like I am in a bit of a rut.. work or class, come home, sit on sofa and watch TV or cook, come up to room and try and do research or screw around online and listen to music, go to bed. Repeat. When I have a bit more structure in my life in terms of just being able to go to work, then come home and not have uni stuff to do, hopefully I will be able to bring a bit more excitement in to my existence. I am actually thinking about going back to some kind of dance class or something, joining a local gym or maybe UTS gym again... it may sound weird, but working 9 to 5 is exciting and it's going to give me some kind of structure so I can work things I want to do back in to my life again. But thank god for finding and living in this house, it's so much more sane that student housing was.

But for now, it's back to the paperwork. World, hold on.