The Philisophical Works of a Pseudo Author

I feel like I should update, but I'm not really sure what to say. It's not like much of interest happens here. Case in point: the weekend.

I think I am finally feeling well again. Unfortunately, 6 weeks of being ill has been enough for me to fall back into my undergrad ways of geekdom and being unsociable. I plan for that to last no later then Friday, when I will remember I am no longer an undergrad.

This term is rather a busy one, and in my head it goes through till the end of March, in which time I have....a lot to do, and none of it has really been started. I am procrastinating, as usual. I just want it to be April so I can work on my diss! And complain that I am working on my diss.

Am off to Cambridge this weekend, thanks to an invite from aleathiel, where there will be formal and drinking, and hopefully some cute Cambridge guys (and probably a few moments of being a geek). It is Cambridge after all.

Also off, I hope (passport dependent), to Prague the end of March to celebrate no more classes. I wish more people were going, but there are 20 of us, and I think we all get along (though maybe not after a week in Prague). Am excited!!

Have fallen firmly off anything resembling a diet. Sugar, chocolate, carbs: I am happily eating them all whenever I want. I should do something about that, but after 6 weeks of misery I can't care. About a lot of things, but that number one.

All I seem to do lately is watch movies or see how many times I can sit through any episode of LotS. The more I watch the show, the more I love it, and the more I think of it as an entirely different fandom to Goodkind's books. It's probably best that way, because it means I don't do what I did with LotR, which was point at the screen and make dying noises in horror. I am also trying very hard to set a record for reading, and am on book 6 of Goodkind's books (having never managed to read them all at any previous point, and not really tried either). I have the rest on order from Amazon, so I hope to be finished book...what, 12? by the time classes end. And then I will go back to the start and read the first few books in actual order. Hopefully by summer I might actually have a timeline in my head that makes sense. Also, that will get me through till Torchwood comes on (briefly) again. After that...I am hoping work is busy enough that I forget about the necessity of being a geek.

Unless I end up in Coventry, and then well, I'm probably a lost cause. But what a way to go. ;)

I am slowly starting to get my head around the next few years (job dependent) and even more slowly coming to terms with the move back to Canada. I plan to put it off as long as possible and long enough that that move becomes one to BC and not to Ontario. Post-recession, at least. My new plan for What Happens in the Autumn When I Can't Find a Job, is to follow Rachel to New Zealand and try the South Pacific for a while, while impinging on my counsin's connections in Australia. Since they keep offering.

Well, was that update enough? None of it really sounds important compared to the friends who are applying for grad/phd programs, or moving countries (whatever the reason), or getting married (much fewer of those). What the hell am I doing with my life?

Oh, right, currently wasting it watching tv, eating chocolate and reading fic.

So, Amy has stupidly spilt a glass of water all over her laptop and thus probably destroyed it forever. I said I didn't like it, but I wasn't implying...

It is in the repair shop, and thankfully the nice tech guys there got my dissertation off of it (the part not yet backed up), but won't be able to tell me until Monday whether it is fixable or not. If not, I'm going to buy a Dell and will therefore be around soonish. If not, I have no idea when it will be repaired.

Therefore I have to suffer by locking myself in the library for the next..however long. KILL ME NOW. And I missed SGA by about 3 hours.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

OMG!!!!!!!!!!! ::screams into a pillow in frustration:: My mother still thinks I'm moving back to Canada next year! ::screams some more:: WHY CAN'T SHE GET IT THROUGH HER THICK SKULL?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even after I carefully explained that if I move back to Canada there's no way I'm getting back into England ever again. My mother can just be so.....::screams::

On the upshot (I think) apparently our friends near Port Hope, who are Scottish, have the perfect man for me (he lives in Scotland too). And I've been told he is "good looking and rich". Well the rich isn't really important, but...I am almost desperate enough to just ask him to marry me right now. Keith promised to send me this guy's email. I don't even have a name, but oh well. !!! Here's hoping, I could really use this right now. And I've probably jinxed the whole thing. ::knocks on wood::

Edited: Yep, jinxed it for this year at least. But Keith has invited me to Homecoming 2009 (if you're in the UK, go look it up on Google, it looks like it's going to be awesome!), so who knows?

There is an ice cream truck parked in the undergrad parking lot behind me. I am a)surpised they still have those and b)surprised it comes on to campus and c)amused by it all.

I am about as alone as possible. Everyone I consider even a passing friend is not in Exeter this weekend. I am so bored. I would go for a really long hike except for one small kink.

The sky outside currently looks like Oklahoma five minutes before a tornado touches down. Does England get tornadoes? We apparently don't get thunderstorms, which is just a waste of really bad weather. However, even if the sky is temporary, the weather since yesterday afternoon when the front hit is to be the following until Monday: cold, hurricane (not kidding) force winds, rain, chance of freezing-slush-whatever, and maybe a bit of sun. For like, five minutes.

So no hiking. No going out my door further than to dump garbage and greenbox because the lovely boys left for Easter and left the boxes full. And the other two seem to have an adversion to, you know, doing anything.

I woke up this morning feeling like crap. The crap that comes after a week of diving, or a 10k run, or three hours of jive. Still, I've been doing not badly lately, but last night was particularly...vigorous. Honestly, you'd think they're wasn't fifty other ladies there to dance with, but nooooo, all the men wanted to dance with me. Popularity has it's downside. Gods, I hope Amber is back next week. She's the favourite. I was so exhausted I took a nap this afternoon, which I haven't done since oh, last May? I just have no energy whatsoever. How am I going to clamber around Rome? ::contemplates making it to the top of Palestrina:: Yee, gods. Kill me now. I'm not going tonight. Between the weather, the lack of money for a cab (I'm not walking; 2 miles in a hurricane?) and the exhaustion I'm calling in sick, as it were.

No Atlantis tonight. I am more disappointed because it means I have no tv to distract me. This weekend's project: LOTR EEs. And finish my research.

Thursday night:

Jive: 3 hours
Time Piece (club): 1.5 hours
Bedtime: 2am
Wakeup: 7:30am

Friday night:

Amber Rooms: 3 hours
Arena: 2 hours
Drinks: 4 cocktails, 4 shots (one of which had absinthe and other things in it)
Downtown and back (2 miles): 2.5 times = 5 miles

Saturday morning: I think I want to kill myself. How can I be in this much pain without running a marathon? Owwwww.

BSR has wireless. I am saved. Only one lecture is in Italian (on the Tablinium, so who cares?). We are going to Palestrina. OMG! We are also going to the Vatican Museum...gah, again? Was once not torture enough?

Pain. Also, sadly, 8 drinks and I wasn't even tipsy last night. There is something to be said for being a cheap drunk. Life is less expensive.

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.

Gone to Oxford to be a fangirl. Be back Saturday afternoon.

I dragged Amber and Laura to see Sweeney Todd, for which I am rather certain neither of them will ever forgive me. They say curiosity killed the cat. This time, the cat's about the only one that survived.

To be fair, I didn't realize it was going to be quite that graphic. Oh, I had a pretty good idea: Burton, Depp, Sweeney Todd, but still, not that bad. However, somewhere along the line in the last, oh decade or so, on screen blood has stopped affecting me.

The black humour, though, in the form of song was fantastic. Also, Jack Sparrow singing. The end is neigh.

A few observations:

Is Helena ever going to do a movie where she doesn't look crazy?
Will I ever be able to watch Alan Rickman without laughing?
Did we really need to get the guy who played Peter Pettigrew to play Alan Rickman's manservant?
Was that really Anthony Head for like, 5 seconds at the beginning? Because it sure as hell looked and sounded like him.

And the really important part of the evening went as followed:

We found our seats and Amber and I headed for the bathroom, while Laura watched our things. We arrive back in the theatre just as Donna is saying: "I've seen him; I've met him just once."

I went screaming like a five year old on crack for my seat with Amber giggling in embarrasment for me all the way. I couldn't have cared less. By the time the trailer (and in case you're not following along with this it's the DW Season 4 trailer that they're now showing in cinemas and which I knew about before I went ::looks guilty::) finished Amber and Laura were in fits of giggles over my fangirliness. Is that a word? No? Should be?

The point of this story is quite simple: OMG. Is it March yet?

Alright, the hurricane outside is making me reconsider how much I actually need to go to the library today.

::ponders::

Yep, nope, can wait till tomorrow...or later.

At least it is warm.

EDIT: One hour later it is sunny with a gentle breeze and looks for all the world like spring.

EDIT: One hour after that it is currently a hurricane again.

I think I might love this country, when I don't have to go outside.