Filling out forms. Have you ever noticed how scary these things are? Passive aggressive language, legal jargon, pretty big consequences if you make a mistake, (in my case) tight submission deadlines….-shudder- It’s an anxiety attack waiting to happen. Of course all this not-so-internalised drama could be just me craving chips and being too busy to pop by the kitchen and heat some on the microwave… Or me being new to the whole “adult” scene (which is rather sad coming from a freshly-minted 23-year old…).
Regardless! Remember how I used to moan and gripe about my dissertation? I’d like to humbly apologise for that. Compare to my day today, the dissertation is more than relaxing, it’s soothing! And I am at the re-drafting stage! Also affectionately called the bizarro stage where I need to be my own hardest critic if I’m to get any editing done BUT I also need to be my number one fan in order to not convince myself that my baby isn’t going anywhere. Still! With this fine gentleman as my main topic it’s so worth it!
Alright, hold your horses, I’m not just doing Marvel Comics, I do have a degree in Viking (and other stuff) studies to prove my competence on. But modern adaptations play an important role to the overall result.
I’ve also discovered that I can make some damn fine connections and arguments between midnight and 4, dosed up on coffee and chewing dried prunes. If your stomach just rolled a little at the prospect, good! Your lifestyle is probably much healthier than mine. I don’t get it. I’m not a night owl, not by choice. There was this one very memorable instance when I was awake for close to 48 hours, but it was a special case. Maybe my mind goes to sleep and I write whatever my subconscious fancies? It would certainly explain some of my more bizarre grammar choices. Apparently I don’t like the definite article when I’m sleepy. Go figure.
Anyway, I am seriously getting hungry for those cheeps now, so I’ll leave y’all to your own devices.
Big surprise I know, but dear gods my schedule’s killing me! You know how in high school “independent study” meant free time and in an undergrad degree it mean procrastination? Yeah, no. Now it has the more pleasant connotation of “study till you drop. Then study some more.” Hence the series of late posts. Hopefully I’ll back on track by next week so I don’t end up waking early and going to bed late in order to keep up with everything.
Here’s to hoping I suppose….
Although that might explain my default mood of:
I write this half-asleep and so any rambling needs be excused.
Why am I so sleepy you ask? FRESHERS! For those who are/have been through a university degree, I do not think this needs further explanation. For those that haven’t let me put it like this: Think a week-long party (with the equivalent amount of alcohol) that is at the same time form-filling marathon (registration, yay!), an Amazon exploration mission (seriously the Nottingham campus is huuuuuuuuu-yawn-uuuuge!), a diplomatic dinner (what with all the people you meet) and possibly the week you spend a disproportionate amount of our budget on books and office supplies (or if you are me, more than usual). And I LOVE IT!
Especially since now I’m a postgraduate and therefore familiar with some of the ins and outs of university life. Sure learning a new campus/city can be rather daunting but the terror of being away from home for the first time is no longer there and I know how to cook now, so no more Tesco meals for me. (I am still amazed and not shooting my cholesterol levels off the roof that first semester three years ago.)
I wish I could say more but I’m not kidding when I say I keep nodding off in front of the screen. So if you’re curious about what this crazy girl is doing with her life now, tune in next week when I’ll have had my first few seminars and undoubtedly more to rant and/or gush over.
Until then, sweet dreams my ducklings!
That feeling that blankets mid-morning,
Coaxing you back to slumber
So much unlike true sleep.
Your bones of liquid lead drag you down
Your mind is heavy, yet, your thoughts fly.
This is the strange twilight time
When time is immaterial and reality an afterthought.
Reality? No, realities; so many merging together,
Descending to you in a fog.
Tired, tired, tired! I’ve been out and about since waaaaay early today! So enjoy a picture of a cute kitten sleeping while I go catch some zzzzzz myself.
This is going to be a short one. Last night there was a massive sleepover at my uni’s Student Union. There were snacks, movies, ghost stories, hair braiding and of course very little actual sleep. No, not because we were having such a good time we couldn’t be ask to break it off (well…that too..). It’s been a long, long time since I slept on the floor. The pain, the pain, the horror! And the cold! It’s been snowing on and off for the past few days and central heating in large spaces can only do so much. That and we had our wake-up call (in the form of BBC news) at 8 o’clock in the morning. I was just getting over my sore back and asleep! :”(
So, would I repeat the experience? HELL YEAH! There is something hilarious and nostalgic at the same time about a slumber party, especially when you have classes with your fellow party-goers. Nothing quite breaks the ice like cuddly toys and funny PJs. (Before you ask, yes, I had a cuddly toy with me.)
However, seeing that I’ll be having a b.u.s.y. day tomorrow, I’ll wrap this up now and -never mind the local time- get ready for bed. In my lovely, warm, comfortable, and -most importantly- SOFT bed.