blatherings

blatherings
the shallow side

What - what is this?

I think it may be a day off from work... where all I need to do is work on my thesis... hopefully I don't fall over in shock.
30.7.08 10:23


and this is why I study yoga...

20.7.08 10:12


What I'm doing tomorrow. You should check it out too.

14.7.08 23:57


well that’s a bit of a let down

I have a complete draft of my thesis. It is decidedly a draft – there’s a great deal of editing to be done in the next few weeks – but it is done. And I don’t feel a great sense of relief, or joy. Its just one more thing that I can check off right now. I wish I were enjoying the process more, but something minor happened a few weeks ago – that I don’t want to get into – that really just made this something to finish rather than enjoy. I’m sure that once I have all the work done, I’ll be happy again, but between this and the crazy hours I’m working this month, there’s no joy in mudville.

On S’s suggestion I’m taking another of Tania’s bellydancing classes and that is definitely helping. I’m getting out of the house, being active and doing something for myself. All work and no play et al…

But I’m going to hand in my conclusion, burn a disk with everything on it, and go watch cheesy sf tv shows. So love watching shows on DVD. None of the having to plan when I’m sitting down, no commercials and I can stop watching to harass the cat whenever I like.

14.7.08 07:14


I'm doing it again

I find that I put off going to bed - regardless of whether it is going to bed in the evening, or now when I'm waiting for S to leave before crashing. Its always 'just one more thing' like I'm five or playing WoW. I don't get it. It leaves me tired and cranky. Like I am now. Plus, I have to work tonight - no surprise - and I just feel brutal.
11.7.08 22:21


You know what I love?

Dirty old men. So, I'm workin' the bar and its a MUCH older crowd. I give a guy a pop for free and he tells me I'm a nice girl. I say that its something I aim for and he replies with something to the effect of I should go out with him. I laugh and say that the other fellow behind the bar is my boyfriend and he won't like that much. The old guy looks me right in the eye and tells me it doesn't matter, cause one night with him and leave the other guy anyway. And for the record, we're talking snow white hair and comfortable slacks.

giggle. I actually blushed.

4.7.08 07:35


You know what I hate?

I hate waking up with a headache. Not like I was drinking the night before, except water - no Mom, I'm not getting dehydrated.

Also, Wanted, is really, really awful. Worse than Mr & Mrs Smith, because no looked like they were having fun. I know you want to see it, I know it looks fun. Trust me when I suggest you wait to rent it.

3.7.08 21:28


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