Things frivolous and important.
Well, there's only one way to cover a lot of ground when one hasn't posted for a while, and that's with dot points...
1. Work.
...is good. I like it. Though O'Week was pretty much hell...thousands of people coming in wanting diaries, memberships...this that and the other...I found myself indiscriminantly hating people, and being bitchy secretary to them, while being wonderful and lovely and joking with the rest. Terribly erratic. So now it's data data data entry for a while...and then probably back to my usual state of unemployment/sporadic AUU fill-in jobs.
2. Uni.
ARGH!! I am having major research anxiety at the moment. I have my supervisor, I've been toddling off to see her like twice a week, and I think she's wonderful, but I don't know what my project is yet. I've been reading and reading, but I am getting myself into such a tizzy that I just can't decide what to do. I ventured my ideas today, and she said they were good, and that nobody had actually tested one of them before, so that's a bit exciting, but now I'm thinking maybe there's a reason for that, what if it's such a silly idea that nobody has bothered to test it. And I want to do something that gets me a good mark, as well. As supervisor said, I can do whatever I want really if/when I do my PhD, but it's best to do something fairly simple this year.
3. General anxiety.
Bad anxiety, very, very, very bad anxiety at the moment. I can't sleep, I'm constantly jittery and I feel ill when I eat. I think everything's just a little much for me at the moment.
4. I miss Montreal.
5. Obligatory funny story from the weekend...(this one's a doozy).
Over saffron pasta, fig, marscapone and dark chocolate tart, and many bottles of wine, I managed to work myself into my usual Friday night state of inebriation. I set forth from Rohan's house, dressed rather superbly as a milkmaid....frills, large skirt, basket and all.
Somehow, I don't remember, I ended up at Crazy Horse with Clare, and oh my! it was the first time I had ever been to a strip club...so we set about getting sleazy old men to buy us free drinks. Some time passed. I don't remember. I don't even remember how I got in there, but the next thing I know, some tranny has come up to us, saying "you girls have to leave, go solicit somewhere else..." "we're just having a drink!!" we protest...but he disagrees "I know what you're doing, and you can't solicit in here....and don't bother coming back."
So we were kicked out of the strip club for soliciting. And I was dressed as a milk maid?
Next thing I know we're lying in Light Square, where I pick up a drug dealer on the run from the police...then I am at Harry, Chloe, Gould's house on the phone to Tom in Montreal, because I couldn't find the number for pizza...then I am wandering around town in the dead of night trying to find a taxi because I didn't want to stay in Gould's room because it smelt bad...
And for all of that, no hangover. It's absolutely shameful though. Pretty much another hilarious low point in my life.
It's time to sober up and get serious Emma.
It's also time for some more chamomile tea...I've been churning through it. It's the only thing that even remotely comes close to quashing this seething anxiety within me.
1. Work.
...is good. I like it. Though O'Week was pretty much hell...thousands of people coming in wanting diaries, memberships...this that and the other...I found myself indiscriminantly hating people, and being bitchy secretary to them, while being wonderful and lovely and joking with the rest. Terribly erratic. So now it's data data data entry for a while...and then probably back to my usual state of unemployment/sporadic AUU fill-in jobs.
2. Uni.
ARGH!! I am having major research anxiety at the moment. I have my supervisor, I've been toddling off to see her like twice a week, and I think she's wonderful, but I don't know what my project is yet. I've been reading and reading, but I am getting myself into such a tizzy that I just can't decide what to do. I ventured my ideas today, and she said they were good, and that nobody had actually tested one of them before, so that's a bit exciting, but now I'm thinking maybe there's a reason for that, what if it's such a silly idea that nobody has bothered to test it. And I want to do something that gets me a good mark, as well. As supervisor said, I can do whatever I want really if/when I do my PhD, but it's best to do something fairly simple this year.
3. General anxiety.
Bad anxiety, very, very, very bad anxiety at the moment. I can't sleep, I'm constantly jittery and I feel ill when I eat. I think everything's just a little much for me at the moment.
4. I miss Montreal.
5. Obligatory funny story from the weekend...(this one's a doozy).
Over saffron pasta, fig, marscapone and dark chocolate tart, and many bottles of wine, I managed to work myself into my usual Friday night state of inebriation. I set forth from Rohan's house, dressed rather superbly as a milkmaid....frills, large skirt, basket and all.
Somehow, I don't remember, I ended up at Crazy Horse with Clare, and oh my! it was the first time I had ever been to a strip club...so we set about getting sleazy old men to buy us free drinks. Some time passed. I don't remember. I don't even remember how I got in there, but the next thing I know, some tranny has come up to us, saying "you girls have to leave, go solicit somewhere else..." "we're just having a drink!!" we protest...but he disagrees "I know what you're doing, and you can't solicit in here....and don't bother coming back."
So we were kicked out of the strip club for soliciting. And I was dressed as a milk maid?
Next thing I know we're lying in Light Square, where I pick up a drug dealer on the run from the police...then I am at Harry, Chloe, Gould's house on the phone to Tom in Montreal, because I couldn't find the number for pizza...then I am wandering around town in the dead of night trying to find a taxi because I didn't want to stay in Gould's room because it smelt bad...
And for all of that, no hangover. It's absolutely shameful though. Pretty much another hilarious low point in my life.
It's time to sober up and get serious Emma.
It's also time for some more chamomile tea...I've been churning through it. It's the only thing that even remotely comes close to quashing this seething anxiety within me.