The Philisophical Works of a Pseudo Author

Occasionally, I really hate this PhD thing. I've spent a lot of time this last week doing the 'thinking thing', as we call it. Which means it doesn't seem like I've gotten much done, but I've gone through and discarded (or kept) a bunch of questions/theories/ideas/stray thoughts regarding my work. Which is what my supervisor told me to do.

Unfortunately, all of those things rather contradict each other or don't at all mesh into a cohesive research project, so now I'm just really annoyed and worried and, mostly, annoyed. This made so much more sense a year ago. And I know that's normal, because everyone who has donea 2nd year of their PhD tells me they had no idea what they were doing until they got to 3rd year. But it makes me no less annoyed that I can't seem to get any ducks in a row. I'm not entirely sure they are even all ducks. They are certainly not all in the same pond. Or, possibly, even the same county.

And it's - FINALLY - raining. I have never been so happy about rain!

On the upshot, Hobbit starts at Phoenix next week, so it's 6.50 for a 3D film (though not 48fps). I shall go alone and not give a care.

Also, in other news, I am desperately hoping the flat I want for July is actually available (waiting to hear back). I've decided that once I turn 30 I really need to be living on my own, as I have never actually lived on my own before, except on rare occasions my parents were away and I was housesitting for them, which doesn't count in my book. I want my own place. It's going to cost a bloody fortune, but I've come to terms with that. I'm not travelling in November like I thought I would, so that's a month's rent available right here! Still, fingers crossed and all that. I need out of this house. It's frakking cold for one and Arvind is going deaf, so I repeat everything I say three times and can hear the telly from any room in the house. Having dealt with this with my parents, I'm really over it. Too bad, since this house is - I MEASURED - the closest a person can live to the main U of L campus. Guess I'll be walking more come July. By which time I will either be incapable of walking or in the best shape of my life. 50/50 chance either way.

I would really like to spend a few days on a beach. And I have never wanted to spend a few days on a beach. You don't realise how soul crushing being cold ALL THE TIME is. The house hasn't been above 15 in 17 days.

Three posts in one day and all of them useless.

The Aunt has gotten so lazy she's taken to copying me on emails she sends my mother. Who she still bothers to talk to on Skype, even when she never answers my calls.

Also, she's apparently decided her partner is well enough to venture off to Palau in four days(he's been sick for weeks). This might be the stupidest idea she's ever had, because I can't imagine being further from good health care then the other side of the world, smack in the middle of nowhere! I'm just really worried about him.

And on a completely unrelated note, we seem to be missing a flatmate. She was gone by Christmas, though no one is certain what day she left, and classes have now been back a week and she's still absent. I can't help but wonder, because I tend to worry about things that are not remotely my problem. She was a nice (if loud) girl and I do hope things are alright. She's either missed a week of classes or (worse) exams.

Just had a 3 hour conversation with one of my flatmates about everything under the sun. However, at least an hour of it was about Twilight (which she started!), so I am feeling stupidly giddy. I have someone to see the movie with! I don't have to be the poor sod in the back row embarrased to be seen. Also, she agrees with me on many of the points of contention, but still loves the books anyways.

And there was LOTR, the Hobbit (in which I made a geeky fool out of myself), Harry Potter (she's 22 so...), travel, formal wear, previous degrees and goggling of the footie players outside who couldn't kick a ball straight if they tried.