WednesSurrealDay
(further update below)
Surreal was today's middle name. So it was like WednesSurrealDay. And Dali
can't hold a candle to Milkdrop. That shit can melt stuff like you can't even
believe.
It began in class. Blair, my professor/supervisor, decided that, as there
were only six of us in our thesis class today, we were going to write outlines
for our projects and discuss them. Not having done any research, not having
any theoretical background for ANYTHING, and not knowing what the hell I was
talking about, I managed to pull a completely coherent thesis statement and
outline, with subsections -- subsections! -- out of my ass in about five
minutes. It was elegant in its stark simplicity, and practically flawless.
I've now done pretty much all my work for the next two weeks. Technically.
And Blair kept making these hilarious little comments which apparently only I
could hear, as I was sitting closest to him. Then he dropped his pen and
quietly freaked out because he couldn't find it. I don't know if he was
hungover or on crack, but it was pretty funny.
Then we went to Olly's, as per usual. Oh, as a follow-up to the other day,
Cute Bartender is NOT Cute Human Rights Boy, but it's easy to see how I
confused the two. At the bar, Stefan appeared several hours ahead of
schedule, and Carla the Lovely brought DONUTS. TO OLLY'S. And I saw that it
was Good.
And then Stef and I left, and Konrad came with us, and Konnie smoked us a
teeny but tasty joint and we moseyed down Bronson against rush hour traffic,
which was a little scary. We ended up in a toy store, which has more surreal
connotations than I would ever feel comfortable talking about on a website,
and I saw the Red Dragon for the first time. That's code, see. *wink*
Then we went to Zak's and had ourselves a meal, and got Chris to drive us
home. But whilst waiting for the Japanese Blond (he totally owed me for
stealing my car on Monday), Konnie got accosted by a bum. We didn't absorb
much of the conversation, as Stef and I were busy defacing public notices on
pitbull banning, but we heard Konnie's thesis topic come up a few times.
After dropping Konrad off, Stef and I headed to Bell Street, where we had a
brief but profound encounter with Minda, and then we curled up to watch
Pi, which has THE most fucked up ending I have ever seen. But it's
mathy, so if you like that, you'll love it.
We then watched ourselves some Milkdrop. Ask Stefan if you don't know what
I'm talking about. And Andy called, and that was good. Stefan made fun of me
for being all girly, but what can you do?
Then pho.
Then here.
I'm going to go to bed soon, although Chel left me with a situation on the
rise and a cliffhanger, and I'm DYING to know how it worked out in the end
(you'd better tell me, Missy, or there'll be BEATS).
I have the day off work tomorrow. I'm going to get my hair cut, and -- *gasp*
-- maybe do my laundry early. And do some research, try to revise my ethics
proposal, put some feelers out to the Ottawa 67's . . .
And I'm going to get a flu shot. Now, I'm not going to give you a list of
pros and cons here: I'm just going to tell you. If you want to have any sort
of prolonged contact with me this winter, and, by proxy, with my mother, you
MUST get a flu shot. No negotiations. Her health is just too fragile for her
to get sick, and none of us at the Bell household really want to risk it. So,
if you love me and you want to see me, get it done. Please.
Okay, good night, all.
9:08 PM
I keep forgetting my laundry. It always occurs to me that it's sitting in
the washing machine, waiting for the dryer, at the most inopportune times. So
by the time I'm in a situation where I could do something about it, I've
forgotten. So I'm behind on my laundry. But my new underwear is shiny happy
clean.
I haven't accomplished as much as I'd hoped to today. I mean, I got my flu
shot (have you gotten yours?), I got my hair cut, and I resubmitted my ethics
proposal revisions and sent the same proposal to the Ottawa 67's. I found
some articles for Monday's review in my meditation class. But I haven't
really done anything about the homework situation. I just feel lethargic
today, as if I've done enough, you know? I don't want to do more. Well,
there's always tomorrow before hockey, and then there's Sunday. My
grandmother's 97th birthday lunch is on Sunday. I can't imagine living that
long. But it means I have to be home at a *reasonable* hour on Saturday
night, okay?
Bleah, homework is overrated. It's taking up the time I would normally spend
doing research for the essays I have to write. Little do they know that I
would actually be studying if they didn't give me so many pointless
mini-assignments to do. Alas.
You notice I'm still here, though, rambling on and on incessantly? I'm tired
and grumpy that it's not yet tomorrow. My arm hurts from the flu shot and I'm
just plain restless. But far too tired to go out and do anything about it.
And if I wanted to, I couldn't, because everyone's got their own schedules,
see.
I can't wait for November 26th, when my weekends will no longer be so hectic
and I can spend Saturday and Sunday afternoons in my pyjamas, spewing academic
nonsense all over my computer, and I don't have to do my homework during the
week when I get home from work/school and I'm grumpy. Don't get me wrong, my weekends recently have
been absolutely amazing, but they're anything but restful. ;)
Posted by Ally at November 11, 2004 01:10 AM