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It's such a strange thing; graduating. You've done all the work already. You've already been told you have received your degree/diploma/whatnot, and it is therefore mostly an excuse for a party.

I was really too tired today to party and it's not nearly as fun without alcohol anyways.

Day 2 of jet lag is always my worst, so I didn't sleep last night and I spent the morning going flat out - on foot - here, there, and everywhere. By the time we got to the reception I just wanted to lay down, or pass out - it was a toss-up.

There ceremony was great (short) and everyone said all the right words. It wasn't particular special (PhDs are treated like MAs are), but at least we got to go first. And then wait for everyone else to do it! The woman beside me kept up a hilariously running commentary under her breath about the pomp and circumstance so I was incredibly entertained.

We stood outside in the freezing (literally) cold too
much and my coat would fit over my robes so I was just a bit miserable. But Bob made my mother tea and is now the greatest person ever because he waited with my parents for a cab after the reception ended for 30 minutes even though he was supposed to be back at work.

Everyone was super nice and huggy and Ross said great things about me to my parents and to me. And I caught up with a lot (though not all) of friends. Not bad for 2.5 days in the city!

All that is left is coffee tomorrow morning with my 'new' twin Dr A (me being now Dr A as well) and to pay pilgrimage to Richard's tomb, something I should have done on Wednesday. Supposed to rain, so I hope our dead king appreciates my sacrifice.

I miss this part of my life already and I won't ever have it back. It was challenging and interesting and incredibly easy. Unlike the years to come.
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[October 11, 2010]

Dear Self,

You're in the middle of writing your PhD proposal. Good for you. I commend you on grabbing life by the horns. I know the next few weeks are going to be really very stressful, but that's okay. You'll get through it.

But in twelve months from today you are going to have a meeting with your supervisor. It's going to be awesome, I want to make sure you understand that. But he's going to tell you that you have to research and write him a 4000 word paper in 3 weeks. You are going to spend the next hour having a panic attack, because you will have forgotten that you spend 7 years doing exactly that.

On that note, I am sending this to you for your sanity's sake. DON'T PANIC. It will be okay. You wrote 4000 word essays every month in university. It will be alright.

Your older self

::sends through time wormhole::

...nope, that didn't work.


Mar. 3rd, 2011 06:14 pm
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It's been one of those awesome weeks where I get to do fun and new things every single day! Okay, not so much on Tuesday, since I've flown both on my own and on this same route to Florida before.

Monday was not a good start to the week. I found out I didn't get my funding for my PhD and immediately reacted according to my New Years resolution which was 'don't panic, things will work out'. I was rather proud of myself, even if I didn't sleep all that well that night.

Yesterday (Wednesday) I got to go flying in a 4 seater Cessna with my aunt as the pilot! Did a tour east and west along the Emerald Coast and got to see the Hilton resort from the air, as well as Seaside, which is the town that was constructed for the movie The Truman Show. I saw it from the ground last year, but it looks much more familiar from 1000ft! I backed out of the offer for my own flying lesson, though; I'm not quite ready for that yet!

Today my aunt took me to the driving range. I've never swung a golf club (outside of the mini putt), but I think I did pretty well after a short lesson! I actually hit the ball down the fairway a few times, tried out different clubs, and then on the green I managed to put 3 holes in one! My aunt says she's quitting the game now, I made her look bad. It was probably beginners luck. I do know that there are muscles in my back that I have never used before today. Tomorrow will be a painkiller day! We're going to go again on Monday, if the weather holds. Today was very windy, which didn't help my swing. The aunt has even said she might take me shopping for my own clubs, so when I do lessons this summer I won't have to rent or borrow hers (which aren't good for me and didn't help my aim today). I get why people find this fun! And I like a new challenge.

Tomorrow we are taking a rain day and driving out to Alabama (it's only 2 hours away) to tour the USS Alabama in mission. It's a huge museum complex and then there's a few other cultural things we might try out, depending on the weather.

Sunday there is a dog parade in the town centre and we are going out to a really good restaurant for dinner with Todd's family. Must go shop and find something to wear! We did a bit of shopping today. There's a great kitchen store here, so I bought some stuff for mum for xmas for the coach. Also, there's a great fitness clothes store, so I got some new things there (much cheaper than lulu!) which are proving very comfortable on the sunburn I managed to get. I sat outside by the pool this morning for an hour and a half and tanned, then went to the range and burnt! Oops! Must be more careful on Monday. Next two days of cloud will actually be a blessing.

But the great thing about this week? My aunt told me that I am going to England NO MATTER WHAT. Even mum admitted that her comment last year of 'if you don't get funding you aren't going' changed on Monday to, 'well, we'll see if we can help you out, but you better get something in second and third year'. My aunt was all 'don't care, you're GOING' which is FANTASTIC!!!

I'm off to England in September!
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So, here's the deal. I've pretty much given up on the Canadian job market at this stage. It's been 12 months and the best I've gotten is three interviews for jobs I wasn't really qualified for anyways. As you can imagine, I am annoyed and tired and just plain ready to do something else with my life.

On that note, I'm applying for a PhD. Likely to more than one university, just to be safe, and all in England. I have a general topic already and will spend the next month or so developing it into a thesis topic. It's great and new and really topical. I have already contacted Leicester and received help with a reading list, so good show!

I am absolutely terrified. Mostly what terrifies me is getting into a program but not getting funding (which I think would be worse than just be rejected because I would have gotten my hopes up). I am also insanely excited about the potential of moving back to England and having friends again! [I am massively over the mood about the fact that one of the universities is Cambridge.]

But, basically, REALLY EXCITED!!!

[And very tired as I didn't get home until midnight and was awake by 6am]
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You remember how, when you were little, every week you wanted to be something new? One week it was a ballerina, the next a scientist, the next a singer, etc.?

And then you grew up and realised none of those things were ever going to happen and you had to get a real job. And then you figured out what it was you wanted to do for the rest of your working life and you were happy and content.

And then you pretty much realised that was never going to happen.

So, I'm like five again, and have gone through about five career options in the last week and they are all (to me) sounding like dreams of a five-year-old, except not because I could actually do them. At least in a universe where impossible things happen. I just don't think I can face disappointment again. Seriously, I'm used to rejection, but there's only so much a person can take.

1. Dive Instructor. Doable, if I can find the money. Also: island in the Caribbean. Or Australia.

2. Editor. Doable. Kind of not so interested.

3. Marketing. Somewhat doable with a lot more education. Could be museum related.

4. Project Manager. Do-ing. Well, as of May 19th. We will take this one course at a time and see. May go on to certification (when I find the money).

5.a Return to England. Mostly do-able. Yes, I count this as a job. It would lead to a retail/pub job, but at least I'd be in the UK.
5.b Go to New Zealand. Mostly do-able. Again, it'd be retail or hostel work or something. But, again, New Frakking Zealand. Maybe a Hobbit extra? Or some adventure sports assistant? I've always wanted to try white water rafting.

I'm not really partial to any of them, but I have until October to decide what I'm going to do with the next five or so years of my life.
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I though the icon was appropriate.

Well, it's 3:30 which means it's time to start getting ready (ha!) for the ball tonight. All glammed up and no where to go...

Nails are done. Makeup is first up and then going to get my hair all styled. Then back to get dressed and get jeweled up really quickly before the gang arrive for pre-drinks. 3 bottles of Cava chilling in the fridge, I should point out. About the only thing in the fridge at the moment. At least my shelf.

I have spent too much money on tonight, but I will look my very best (I won't look this good againt till my wedding I think) and I have a date. It is always appropriate for that much effort to have an arm to escort you. All very formal you know.

There will be tons of pictures, but probably not till I get back from London on Sunday (yes, going down to the city for the weekend too). I will post the link as soon as possible so you can all see the bling and the dazzle and the disasters. And there will be disasters!

Must go!


Mar. 13th, 2009 10:34 am
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I realize I have been sort of MIA this passed week. It was due to a massive funding bid project I was working on in a group of 10. It is now done. I haven't actually read it, but I've been told it's really good.

I have had a headache for 3, no 4 days now. It will not go away despite painkillers, scotch, and going to bed early (except last night). I need to be far away from my computer/desk for a while, but since I have a presentation (on said funding bid) on Tuesday, that's not going to happen.

Spending tomorrow in Nottingham will have to suffice. Museums and Cass here I come! (I apologize in advance if I'm kind of...blah tomorrow Cass)

I have a dissertation meeting in 10 days. There is so much I need to do for it. Stupid presentation! 10 days would be enough, but it's actually 5! And then there's the essay. That's due in 14 days. What was it on again? I have no idea. I'll write it the day before it's due I think. That gives me 3 days to research. No problem! Right.

I have class now. 'Presentation Skills'. This is going to go so badly and I am so tired I don't care. I finally took Carol's out last night and went to bed at 1:30 because I couldn't actually see straight much less think well enough to contribute. I woke up at 6:30. The gods hate me lately. That means I haven't slept passed 7am in 8 days!

Not going to Salsa this afternoon. I am going to nap.
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So, I apologize that there are no pictures, but I forgot I have a camera I can actually carry with me these days.

Let me put this into perspective. I am nearing the end of a massive bid funding project in my MA course that is due Friday and involves 9 other people. I knew the deadline when I decided to go to Oxford 3 weeks ago, but I also figured I could spare 12 hours. Well, barely.

Anyways, it was a good thing, because no matter the fact I was exhausted, had a headache from 3 days of writing, or that Oxford is 2 hours away, I am glad I went. Ostensibly it was to see Colin Renfrew (if you don't know who he is, you won't care) lecture, but it was also to see Erika and Chantel, the later of which I hadn't see for 2 years!

We got to have 'dunch' (afternoon tea?) at Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant and it was soooo good. I splurged and had dessert, but since it's all fresh stuff I didn't feel too bad (no, that was the scone I had earlier). Then we went off to the lecture which was a nice hour long (no lecture should be longer then an hour) and then drank really bad wine at the reception (apparently Oxford is cutting back because of the recession just like everyone else - there were no pretzels). And then we went up to the Royal Oak, which is my second favourite pub in Oxford (The Eagle and Child being the favourite), but I didn't even stay long enough for a drink because I had to catch the last train out or be stuck the night. I did stay long enough to notice that The Best Food Ever was no longer on the menu. Shame that. (It's wild mushrooms in garlic sauce with fresh Parisian bread, in case you were wondering).

Got back to Leicester at 11:20pm and was in bed by 11:40. (Record!) And then woke up before my alarm went off at 7 this morning to do work...again.

We're in the 'editing, but not really' stage and the coordination level is falling rapidly. It all has to come together by tomorrow night at 7, because I am not staying up late to finish the damn thing since I'm the one who has to be handing it in at 8am on Friday. It will be done.
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And we did. Oh yes, we did! But we made it first.

So, it might have been a bribe-ish, but since we weren't getting marked, I'd call it allowed.

Sugar high! Spurred on by alcohol!
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Back from the Ex. Was a good weekend, even if the ceremony was long and boring. We were the first department after the phd's!

Pictures will be up in due (tonight) course.

ETD: Now up:
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So, the Queen is arriving tomorrow with the Duke of Edinburgh to 'open' the University of Leicester's new library...

...piece of shit that it is. How can it be a library when it doesn't have any books?(of any use) Still, the Queen is coming, and I'm Canadian. And right now I am more proud of the fact that I'm part English and she's my Queen too then that I'm Canadian.

I truely hope Harper gives them all a sound beating, because it's no less then they deserve. I could deal with the Liberals, but my hatred for the NDP and the Bloc knows no bounds. Also, their views both terrify me. For the first time in my life, I'd rather be American.

Seriously you idiots, you should all be locked up for greed and stupidity, if not for betraying your own country.
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I am off to Stonehenge and Salisbury tomorrow. I've been waiting to go for TWELVE MONTHS (read: TWELVE YEARS) and so am very excited, even if it is supposed to be cold and I have to get up very early.

The Queen and Prince Philip are coming to U of L. To open the library. I am partly amused and partly really excited. Also, MS refuses to cancel classes that morning, even though the Chancillor of the school has told all the departments to do so. So, we're going to skip a very boring lecture on collection systems. And Katherine is going to know exactly where we are.

Mum and Edie are coming out for graduation. Considering that's a seven hour flight with a three hour train journey on either end for 48hrs, I suppose I should be grateful. I did tell her to come. The Aunt's first trip overseas is going to be a whirlwind, that's for sure. But I get to wear robes!

The Chinese girls in my flat forced me into a kimono yesterday. Pictures will be forthcoming, but once I had it on I didn't want to take it off. Apparently you can get very nice ones for ridiculously low prices in China. That's so unfair.
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With a 64% average! That's a 2:1!
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One month.

I may just survive it too. The problem is that, in theory, I have a ton of work to do...and in practice, none to do at all. This will inevitably end badly.

Tonight we are seeing 'Easy Virtue' which means comedy, romance and Colin Firth, and not necessarily in that order (although it hardly matters as they usually all come together).

Today we had the most boring classes ever, except for that ethics lecture last month. Tomorrow ain't looking so promising either. And we were supposed to be in the museum this week!! Damn timetable changes! I still have SIX HOURS STRAIGHT tomorrow, though. I shall actually have to pack my lunch, blurgh.

10 days till's going to snow, isn't it? Of course it is.

It occurs to me I haven't really talked about anyone here in more than a passing reference. Well, Friday is Katherine's b-day and it is going to be 50s themed with dinner at an all-American diner (who knows why they have one of those in Leicester, except that they have everything else, so why not?) with clubbing (70s themed?) to follow. I have capris and a necktie. The rest of the outfit is still in the 'I have no idea' stage. Good thing Friday classes were cancelled - SHOPPING!!

I am not writing. I think the essay did Bad Things to my muse and she's run off again (what else is new), and I wouldn't really have a terrible problem except that I have a fic that is 2,000 words from the end and I really, really, really have to finish it before January 9th when SGA ends or it will all have been for nothing. I am going to buy a notebook to take to Mexico; for all the good it will do.


I'm going to drink now.
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Or in this case, the insane MA student. That's right folks, Amy has moved bag and baggage (and my, was there a lot of that) to Leicester. Which is about as dead centre in the middle of England as one can get. Mind, I'm only an hour and a half from London!

Mom has departed (and landed in Toronto, according to the arrivals board, early...why does that never happen to me?). It was a good visit, all told, and we talked like we really never have. I think I've reached the point in my life I'm tired of sidestepping issues and want direct answers (what a concept). We sorted some things that needed to be sorted and didn't agree on others (what a shock), but I think we've come to an understanding, of sorts. I just think I lost more than I intended in the deal. And we didn't kill each other, though I was getting rather annoyed at her by yesterday. And hey, I still have THREE WEEKS to look forward to over xmas. If my aunt doesn't kill me first.

I am all settled into my room (middingly, it is both the same size as Exeter and yet smaller). The girl across the hall is Amee and she is from Peterborough...England. BRIT! There are 3 other rooms, but I suppose no one will move in until the weekend.

I have managed to figure out campus (even if I haven't figured out the registration process) and the library is all big and shiny. And there are clubs! and bars! and restaurants! and possibly jive! If my classes don't kill me, all will be well. (Right)

Leicester is an interesting city. It's a lot like Toronto or Vancouver, actually, because there are people from pretty much every country in the world that live here (the city is more multi-cultural than the university. Still, it means there are GREAT restaurants (I've had Indian twice this week!) and lots of diversity, which I like. Also, the city centre is HUGE. There is a mall the size of the Eaton Centre. And there are two others (older and smaller) and a 700 year old outdoor market that is open 12 months of the year. I will never be bored. Except when class starts.

I have made a promise to myself to get more involved in things this year so that I don't end up spending next summer bored out of my bloody mind because no one wants to do things with me.

Well, that's enough of my rambling. Time to get back to catching up on a week of missed TV and fanfic (I really am helpless without internet). However, should I get bored, I have two shiny new seasons of TV to watch on DVD! Plus the full series of How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria (Canada)! And I convinced mom that we must go see The Sound of Music in Toronto over xmas. Even if Janna didn't win...
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Why must I pay $600 to remain in this country for another year when I already have to pay $25,000 for school? Don't you people have enough of my money?!

I hate visas. Can I just find a husband, please?
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Now I have to order another book from London. Gah! So, not quite going to be done before I leave for Scotland then.

Well damn

Feb. 27th, 2008 08:17 pm
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Apparently I missed the biggest earthquake the UK has felt because I was asleep. I hate it when that happens. Although, it wouldn't have felt like much out here in Exeter, barely a tremor, but it was felt by those that were awake at 1am.

A little research has proved that there have been an unusual number of earthquakes around the UK since the turn of the millennia. I find this, slightly disturbing.

On a completely unrelated note, the Ph.D students in the department kindly plied the MAs with wine and muffins and told us to stop worrying about the dissertation because a)it's February, b)it won't take us as long to right it as we're all worried it will, and c)if we hand it in, we'll pass.

I am a bit (I wasn't all that concerned in the first place) less worried now and will put the whole thing out of my mind until June. If I can write a 1000 words a day, I'm set. And hey, already proved I can write 4000 a day.


Feb. 24th, 2008 01:29 pm
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I am watching The Tudors. Why am I watching The Tudors? I have a bloody essay to write!

I have "Springtime for Hitler" stuck in my head and it is all Jess' fault. Well, possibly a small part of the blame might rest on John Barrowman for looking that damn hot as a blond, but that's beside the point. Jess started it.

I am also dealing with a hangover that is not a hangover. It is not because I was in no way even tipsy last night. But it is, because there was alcohol involved. I'd just forgotten that wine and rum don't mix. I remember now. I feel fine, except that my brain just won't work properly (see afformention essay) and I feel like I always do after I eat too much. Blah.

The essay is at 3000 words. Which is a problem, because the minimum I can get away with is 3500, and even that's pushing it. And apparently HUSS is getting pissy about word counts this term, gods' know why.

Stupid song (brilliant song) get out of my head! Honestly, this is not the kind of song you want to be caught in public singing. I love the Producers.
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So there are two awesome things about accomodation at Leicester that makes it better than Exeter.

a) one of the two postgraduate residences is closer to my academic building
b) they are both high-rise apartment complexes (much like the undergrad residence I've been starring at out my bedroom window for 5 months) and have laundry, and internet, etc. all on site.

The downside that they are all just as far from downtown as I currently am. Of course, I could just start taking the busy more often. Or rely on the handy Sainsbury's delivery...

I am leaning towards the newer of the two because it's the closer to classes and it's entirely ensuite (the other is only half). And I've gotten rather attached to my own bathroom, thank you very much.

So many things to consider...and so complicated. I have to move in September (mom's coming to help) but have a week-long gap between residences, and then will have to move who knows where next June for my co-op, and then again the following September to a hopefully (more) permanent job. I'm getting so tired of moving...


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