My worst fears were confirmed today: I'm officially destined to be alone for all time. I've wasted enough time with diva-esque entries, etc etc. Bottom line: I'm fucking plastered, and I've just realized my cohort doesn't understand me. I've gotten, and I quote "Kris, don't take this the wrong way, but you're a weird guy." apparently I'm too weird ( Read more... )

So I am just over a flurry of new experiences and thus change; grad school orientation lasted a few days, consisting of lots of socializing, wine n cheeses, and the like. During this so-called magical time, I had the false pretense of thinking that I had a chance with someone, a rare likelihood considering most of the cohort is older than i am. ( Read more... )

It dawned on me today while watching an interesting historical episode on TVO about the birth, growth, and spread of the influence of coffee. Coffee you see had pervaded many civilizations from Turkey to Italy to England, becoming the conduit for an increase in social coversation and interaction; it was the stimulant for society to become more ( Read more... )

Its official: I'm swamped once again. I'm behind on stuff, sleep needs to suffer a bit this week, I have a bunch of project that need to get off the ground, and I need to start planning them all. On the bright side, I was also officially invited to do my first guest lecture; granted, its within the psych dept at Baycrest and won't have a giant ( Read more... )

So something else has been messing with me. For the past week and a half, without fail, every dream I've had has people from high school in it. Even teachers. I can't remember them now enough to write about them, but I'm starting a dream journal starting today. I don't care who knows or whatever, as dreams are just dreams and can be interesting to ( Read more... )

Wow, its been really long since I've posted on my LJ. BBUUUUUUUUT, since there's only like 5 people who could plausibly read it, I don't think it matters too much. Nevertheless, I'm taking it up again as a hobby. Especially in these coming times; I feel like a commodore or a captain on an 19th century Royal interceptor, who's somewhat isolated and ( Read more... )

Everyone in our year is full of joy/anxiety/excitement/uncertainty. Its like going into university from Gr 12, only this time we have REAL problems: job/money, where are we going in the future, maintaining a good GPA/finishing and ACEing a thesis so you can still go to grad school even though you're not motivated and you don't have enough time (my ( Read more... )

So where am I? Hustling, as I like to think of it. This semester taught me the value of making lemonade, when faced with a barrage of lemons from who/whatever is behind this thing we call life. Between almost not being able to graduate, applying to grad schools, and other personal matters, I didn't think I would survive. Luckily, things seem to be ( Read more... )

Wow, its been quite some time, and yet, so much has happened that it seems like an infinite amount of time. Most people say that time flies, but to me, I'm still adjusting to my increasingly busy schedule, so for me, when something in the recent past is brought up in conversation, it feels like that it happened ages ago ( Read more... )

So I officially got confirmation that both grad schools I applied to received everything for my application...now I just sit back and wait ( Read more... )