windemere: (geekin' out)
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.
windemere: (English snow)
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.
windemere: (inspire)
Uh, so this current paper is sort of becoming a 'how many of my lecturers can I quote in one academic piece' type of thing. So far, I have everyone except the Director, my former supervisor and my former second supervisor. And that's only because I can't find anything they've written that might be of use!

I hope Ross thinks it's funny when I turn it in.
windemere: (Default)
I think I just discovered an allergy to pears. Or maybe just that specific type of pear, which I don't think I've had before. Soon as I ate it I had a really strange taste in my mouth and my tongue is a bit...tingly and feels rough (not swollen though!) Like after I eat kiwis...which is why I don't eat kiwis anymore (though I love them).

Huh, guess I'm like Ten?

In other news, last night down the pub was brilliant! Fish and chips (in fake newspaper on a plate) and Guiness and Baileys (oh my!) and great friends. Gave up at 10ish go to head home (in the rain), because I was falling asleep! Got in bed, put my headphones in and...woke up at 3:45am tangled in said headphones. Wow, that's never happened before. I always hit the end of my play list before I fall asleep! Feeling rested today, though still tired. A few articles to read (well, more than a few), will try to eat a bit healthier than the mass amounts of fat I've had the last 2 days, and if that sky gets brighter I may go for a long walk too. And pilates. Least I did the cleaning, though laundry has been put off until tomorrow on account of not caring (and still having clean work-out clothes for today).

I am looking forward to having a washing machine in a house. [Though not a dryer, alas, but that I can live without!]

Also woke this morning to a solidified version of what I was attempting to explain to Ross on Friday. Two days late, but I'll take it for the next meeting. This time, I wrote it down.
windemere: (love tea)
Finds friends in the most unexpected places/people. How lovely!

Tonight is Cheese and Tea night. Yes, you read that right. No wine for us, and tea is so much better anyways. I am bringing mature cheddar from Australia and Russian Caravan tea. Awesome combo! Just have to get through 2 hours with Ross on how sucky my last paper was first. And I am in no mood to justify today. Feeling very mentally exhausted, and physically, haven't walked for days, missing the sun, anxious for no reason, etc, etc, etc.

Three weeks until there is a change. At least the conference should keep me busy. If this paper on exhibition design doesn't kill me first. On the upshot, the books I am putting on hold, because the MAs stole them all, are being returned! Thankfully, their need for them does not extend past next week I don't think, so I should get them all back by month's end.
windemere: (Default)
I love my supervisor, can I just say?

Except not in a weird way. Entirely in a professional 'he is just awesome' way.

Plans. There are plans. So many plans! I love plans!
windemere: (Default)
Step Number One:

Volunteer for lots of things you have no time for.

Step Number Two:

Make yourself known. Other people will like you and recommend you for other things. Some of them might even pay money.

Step Number Three:

Write lots.

Step Number Four:

Take a holiday. You've worked hard and you need a break. Also, have a hockey player for a cousin.

And then you will get away with things like:

'I need to move my essay deadline. I was think March 5th.'

'How about the 9th? That works better for me.'


Road to Happiness addendum:
1. I am grateful for cranberry juice.
2. I am grateful for the nice weather we are having.
3. I am grateful that it took four months for me to run smack into my former supervisor. And I'm even more grateful that he has no idea who I am.
windemere: (tea is hope)
I hesitate to say this, because Fate doesn't like me all that much and just saying it on a blog might be enough that it never happens.

But Ross said there might be a chance for me to go to Denmark in November to meet with a prof and some of her phds for a few days...funded!

WEEEEEEEE!!!! As the prof is one I referenced in my last paper, this would be awesome. Also, Denmark. Also, FUNDED.

It so won't happen now, but I can dream (and wish and pray).
windemere: (genius)
Right, so yesterday went pretty good. I think. I mean, day off, so nothing got accomplished, but that's okay! Ross didn't seem terribly surprised or concerned to hear I'm doing 10-4 6 days a week instead of 9-5 5 days a week. Work schedule set!

Well, I've handed in my official work proposal for the next 6 (7) months. And it's been accepted with only one small correction (in fact, one small subtraction, so one less thing to research!). I feel pretty good about it, until I actually look closely at it and notice that according to my timeline, I am already behind as of 9am this morning. Which is less comforting, but at least fixable. Research day today! And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. May not make the training exercise tomorrow afternoon, except that I have to go to the library anyways, so why not? We shall see.

So, I may have stayed up last night to write fanfic. ::headdesk::
windemere: (Default)
I...slightly, rescind. I was woken at 7:15 this morning to fireworks going off right behind my apartment complex. Followed by some of the loudest construction banging thus far.

So now I'm in a bad mood, and that's never good for writing. I have looked at my essay plan, made a rough estimate of word counts and decided my more realistic goal for the day, considering how I feel and that I have a dinner party tonight, is going to be 1300. Which is less than a NaNo day. So long as I do the main arguments tomorrow (2500) I have Sunday to write the proposal and edit. And we all know how long it doesn't take me to edit.

Also, Ross said it wasn't due until 5pm on Monday. Obviously I will send it before that, but I think 1pm is a good deadline. Gives me the morning for...issues.
windemere: (Default)
[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.


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