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The second round of snow was a little disappointing, I have to say. Not very thick but still caused fuckloads of disruption.
I went back into college yesterday with sheets, my laptop and a couple of books so I could crash after Aisling's 21st. I didn't have most of what I needed, but I figured I could get in and out of town pretty easily. No such luck. Buses weren't running so my dad picked my up on his way home from work. Took 40 minutes instead of 20 from town to my house, but my dad's overall journey of what is usually 40 mins, if that, took him 3 hours 10 minutes. The northside was mental, apparently. He witnessed three accidents. I'm not too worried about getting back in for the library because I photocopied everything I needed for my essay in December, but it would be nice to have the option. Once no more snow falls, or at least none sticks, it should be okay. Once that grand total of five gritting trucks gets to working overtime.
The essay. Oh Christ the essay. I'm running into brick walls at full force with it. And it's worth 10%% of my degree. I have til the first Friday of term, but still. I want to get it done, and badly. I may pull an all-nighter tonight, just to have the confidence some headway will give me.
Also, the Social and Political Review sent me an e-mail to say they've accepted a discursive analysis I did of media about Columbine. I know a lot of people say those college journals are academic publications, but I dunno, I don't think they count. Do they? I say a lot of people, but really I've only heard one person call them academic publications, and that was because he was trying to defend his stance in an argument by calling himself published. It'd be cool if they did though, 'cause if someone cited it I'd have a h-index of 1. Woo road to success! I could totally ask a classmate who's bound to do a FYP good enough to be published in a 'real' journal to stick a citation in there. If only I had any interest in social psych as a career, I could cite myself. But you know, I wouldn't do that. Not out of excess honesty, but just because if I get cited, it would be the fact that someone found my work relevant that made me happy, not the citation itself. I know it's easy to play these things and I'd be more successful if I did, but I guess my values tell me otherwise. I feel like my life is a little like that episode of My Name is Earl where the arsehole restaurant manager has a deadly life with a gorgeous wife and a mistress and a load of mugs, and then Earl punches him and his life turns to shit and everyone else's life gets better. I just need to figure out who to punch, once it's not a five-year-old kid, 'cause then my values might prevent me even though a five-year-old could probably pulverise me. They can afford to sacrifice their teeth!
I went back into college yesterday with sheets, my laptop and a couple of books so I could crash after Aisling's 21st. I didn't have most of what I needed, but I figured I could get in and out of town pretty easily. No such luck. Buses weren't running so my dad picked my up on his way home from work. Took 40 minutes instead of 20 from town to my house, but my dad's overall journey of what is usually 40 mins, if that, took him 3 hours 10 minutes. The northside was mental, apparently. He witnessed three accidents. I'm not too worried about getting back in for the library because I photocopied everything I needed for my essay in December, but it would be nice to have the option. Once no more snow falls, or at least none sticks, it should be okay. Once that grand total of five gritting trucks gets to working overtime.
The essay. Oh Christ the essay. I'm running into brick walls at full force with it. And it's worth 10%% of my degree. I have til the first Friday of term, but still. I want to get it done, and badly. I may pull an all-nighter tonight, just to have the confidence some headway will give me.
Also, the Social and Political Review sent me an e-mail to say they've accepted a discursive analysis I did of media about Columbine. I know a lot of people say those college journals are academic publications, but I dunno, I don't think they count. Do they? I say a lot of people, but really I've only heard one person call them academic publications, and that was because he was trying to defend his stance in an argument by calling himself published. It'd be cool if they did though, 'cause if someone cited it I'd have a h-index of 1. Woo road to success! I could totally ask a classmate who's bound to do a FYP good enough to be published in a 'real' journal to stick a citation in there. If only I had any interest in social psych as a career, I could cite myself. But you know, I wouldn't do that. Not out of excess honesty, but just because if I get cited, it would be the fact that someone found my work relevant that made me happy, not the citation itself. I know it's easy to play these things and I'd be more successful if I did, but I guess my values tell me otherwise. I feel like my life is a little like that episode of My Name is Earl where the arsehole restaurant manager has a deadly life with a gorgeous wife and a mistress and a load of mugs, and then Earl punches him and his life turns to shit and everyone else's life gets better. I just need to figure out who to punch, once it's not a five-year-old kid, 'cause then my values might prevent me even though a five-year-old could probably pulverise me. They can afford to sacrifice their teeth!