blatherings

blatherings
the shallow side

So, I stumbled into class today - only because I had promised Catherine, mind, this class is so totally not worth getting up for (case in point today: we read out loud from some photocopies he made on mysticism. It was intereting but not exactly relevant. And besides, if I'm fucking literate enough to read out loud, I could have been e-mailed this info, read it myself, and DISCUSSED it in class today) which means I was up earlier than usual. So while I was replacing breakfast with caffeine this morning I did my daily blog browsing. And now, as I sit down for post lunch tea I realize that no one has been on to update since I last looked a few hours ago. What am I supposed to be doing with my time? I mean sure, I could work on papers or something, but please! I was looking forward to some slack time.

Oh, and I’m having thesis topic anxiety again. Maybe I need medication.
1.12.04 22:27


yawn.

Couldn’t sleep last night. Likely from all the coffee I had at the Highlevel Diner. I rarely have coffee, and well, this explains why. Oh, that and tea never gives me a tummy ache from drinking too much. Regardless, woke up late, haven’t done anything yet on my paper (I know, you’re all stunned by that little revelation) so really must start. My plan today is to write the intro and the stuff about dystopia for my paper today before S comes home. Then we need to pay rent, go to BARD to pick up a book that actually has articles about Jack Womack - one of which I think was written by a prof here at the U of A! tres exciting. We’re going to go for a short run, and then I have to work this evening.
Fuck. I can’t believe that I have 500 words written for a paper due Tuesday, when I have to work tonight and two shifts on Saturday. Bloody fucking hell. WHY AM I SO LAZY? I like the topic, I enjoy writing, I want to impress the prof, who sounds interested in what I am doing.... Where is my motivation?
2.12.04 19:41


It all makes sense now

2.12.04 19:46


I thought librarians wanted more people to read

So, in order to write my paper, I needed a book. Instead of having it at the main school libraries, it was hidden away at BARD - this is where they store all the books that don’t get used regularly. So we had to drive out to the ass end of town. I open the door, walk in and pull on the next door. It doesn’t open. My heart stops for a moment thinking that the building is closed and I’m outta luck, till I see that there is an intercom. I buzz, and someone comes running over to let me in.
“What do you want?”
“A book?” I respond, thinking about the basic principles of customer service and how I have never felt this unwelcome in a library before.
“Do you know what it’s called?”
“I have all the information here.” I hand over my neatly printed piece of paper.
“Wait here”
10 minutes pass by.
“Do you have any identification?”

Seriously. I was waiting for the warning about only touching their books while wearing linen gloves. I know that I am a touch freakish about how my books are treated. Which is why I am stunned to see people who clearly don’t want anyone coming to touch their precious.

On principle I am returning this book late.
3.12.04 19:56


yawn

Right. One done, one to go. Even though I work Wednesday and am only about half done my next paper, I think I am renting a movie and just vegging tonight. I was up to 6.30 this morning. I’m tired and doubtful I could write anything useful tonight.

Two of my staff asked for the night off for tomorrow. I suggested they try to find someone to replace them and offered them luck. But really. Who do they think wants to work this time of year? It would have been easier if they simply didn’t take the shift in the first place... God I need sleep. I’m full of unfair ranty anger over this.

Thanks to Kvitsh for her excellent editing last night. She’s a trooper. And I think she likes Trooper, too.
7.12.04 21:32


Back to the land of the living room

Okay.  So that’s it. I’m done for the term.  I’ve handed in my last paper (grr.  More in a moment) and returned many of my library books. Okay, S returned my library books, but he works at a library. He should be returning my books for me.


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My prof, the one who causes me all this pain by changing when papers are due e-mailed us all at 8.55 pm to tell us that he wanted our papers in by noon the next day.  Now, we’d already established the day, but what if I hadn’t checked my e-mail and thought I had all day?  Bastard.  Oh, and he wanted them slipped underneath his door.  Not given to the English office, so they could be stamped and officially received. No, that would be sensible.  He wanted them under the door.  Grr.


 


But mine was in at twenty to twelve.  And then I went to the Butterdome craft sale.  For those of you not in the know, let me explain.  The Butterdome is the slang name for the sports centre at the U of A.  It is huge, square and yellow. I don’t get the dome bit myself, but, well, I’m neither sporty nor engineeringly inclined… And in this fair city there are three major craft sales.  Which are ranked ?!? and of which this was the middle level.  Meaning there is still a lot of crap but also some nice stuff.


 


I went with a friend and two of her three kids.  While I will never have children of my own, it was fun to hang with these two for the day – three years old and almost a year.  Also, very cute and staggeringly well behaved. Any one who doubts the power of a working mom to raise good kids needs to meet my friend Poonam and her wonder babies.


 


So, I managed the craft sale and two children on two hours of sleep, which is impressive on its own.  And then there was much sleep. 


 


Which has described my weekend. I’ve either been asleep or working.  But I am finished all the work I can do at this point, and am only a little tired…


 


This week will be chock full of playing catch up.  But more on that later.

13.12.04 08:12


merp.

My kitty, who is hated by many who will be pleased to read this, is ill.  This makes me very sad.  While I know many of my friends carry the scars of my cat, he is still my cat.  And part of me wants him around forever.  Except that now he is puking and breathing funny.


 


Kvitsh is also ill, which also saddens me.  But she can discuss (at length) what is wrong and is going to get the illness cut out of her in a few hours.  Lucky her.
15.12.04 11:16


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