blatherings

blatherings
the shallow side

And now I blame Setyas

For this little piece of distraction.
1.12.06 12:24


Good advice

K’vitsh has sent me this link on how to approach large tasks, like a thesis, without freaking out. The gist is breaking down a large task into its smaller components. I like this idea very much. I think one of the reasons we put things off is because they seem too large to tackle. We’re happy to say, I won’t start today because one day won’t affect the outcome, or it is okay to eat this chocolate bar while trying to lose weight because one bar won’t really hold me back. Yet we’ll rarely do 10 minutes of work and feel pleased that we’ve started.

I know that if I write two pages a day on my thesis, I will be done handily in time for me deadlines. I know that if I exercise just half an hour a day I will quickly loose the belly that bothers me. I know that if I practice French for an hour a day I will easily have a B+ in my course. I know that if I send one friend an e-mail one day, and another friend an e-mail the next, I will be able to battle my feelings of isolation.

But it is so much easier to play video games for eight hours and then complain that I just don’t have the time/energy/interest.

Although I haven’t played all weekend. When I started to earlier this weekend, a friend called to get an outside perspective on one of the issues she’s battling. It made me very proud of her, because instead of freaking out when she didn’t get her way immediately, she sought out an outside voice to say, no, everything’s fine. I need to have that kind of sense when I find myself wanting to play games all day. Or for more than half an hour. I spent Friday with the kids and playing poker, Saturday with iVey and Sparky who sat on me, forcing me to study French while 2 boys finally admitted that 1 girl could see the solution to the problem they were having, and today will be grocs, and more French so I can go into the exam tomorrow with little stress.

Tuesday I will write my granular outline and see Casino Royal and Wednesday I begin my thesis in earnest.
3.12.06 21:31


A gross couple of days are over…

Mostly because my French final is over. I plan on studying French over the break, but it is nice to have the exam out of the way. It wasn’t too bad – I caught a few of the things he’s been warning us about, although there was one sentence that I simply haven’t the faintest as to what I was supposed to do with it. I got the nouns but that’s about it. Hence, why I’ll be studying over the break…


Moose has set me up with iChat, for those of you who do such things. I doubt very much I’ll be using it much – it looks like just another form of distraction, which I need to avoid as I start playing with my thesis tomorrow.


Off to plot my week…

5.12.06 06:14


Oh K'vitsh...

5.12.06 06:27


Not only did I sleep in today, but

I hate my thesis and I'm running away to join the army where I won't have to think anymore.
6.12.06 00:19


K'vitsh and devon go for a walk... guess who is who

“Yeah, I can’t even feign interest”

“Somehow I am not surprised”

“Really? I am. There are times when I try, try to stop my eyes from glazing over before…. whomp. But this? This I can’t even do that for.”
7.12.06 03:54


So this is what working feels like

I’ve been sleeping poorly again, and during a laugh filled walk with K'vitsh tonight, she pointed out that I am only just beginning on my new régime and I am likely just freaking myself out over the sleep/write the thesis thing. So tonight after not being able to sleep, I started working on my thesis. I’ve only written a page so far, but it is more than I’ve done so far and I feel better about stuff.

I’m mentally tired now, and think I will stay up till S is home, but it feels good to be getting going on this.

On a distraction note, we finished season two of Lost, which I just adore like silly. This week at the ever-delightful Movie Studio we picked up the first disk of Deadwood. We were both kinda interested based on the press but neither of us are huge fans of westerns. As we were paying for it, the clerk said “be ready to be addicted to this and to hear more swearing then you ever have in your life” which made S chuckle. For the record, I don’t use cocksucker or cunt like they do here, but he seems to think I curse this much. So the swearing didn’t blow us away. Nor, really by the first few episodes. I enjoyed the relationship between Bullock and Hickok, so was disappointed when it ended so suddenly. I rented the next bit, mostly as a gentle distraction from writing – I like sitting down for an hour and getting my mind off what I’m doing, but am grateful that this isn’t something I NEED to watch, like Lost was. I’m getting more interested as the Alma Garret character is developed a little more, especially her relationship with Trixie.

Casino Royal was fun and it helped with the gross day I had yesterday, esp M’s tirade about how Bond is pompous and the gov’t doesn’t understand their role. For some reason that just made everything better in my life. Like I said, I enjoyed it, aside from the bit in Italy, which came across, as so cheesy I was hoping it was a fantasy to deal with the torture. And I loved the tone used to deliver the line “The bitch is dead.” My only other complaint is that after a point, I really don’t need to see Craig’s chest any more. It was like a film with Pam Anderson. Yes, I get it; your body is an image of perfect. Can you put some clothes on now and get on with it?

And I can’t believe that I feel this way. It must be the lack of sleep.
7.12.06 13:01


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