Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Reverb 10

Today is the last day of November, which means the end of this edition of NaBloPoMo. I feel like I did a lot of whining and posting of random videos, but I guess there were a few decent posts in there, so it probably wasn't entirely a waste of time. Okay, actually, looking back through the month's posts, not that bad. I kind of forgot that I wrote mostly actual posts for the first half of the month. The first half of the month seems like so long ago now.

As I alluded to a few days ago, I am taking on another daily-posting challenge for the month of December. Last year in December I participated sporadically in the Best of 2009, which was a challenge which involved a daily prompt where you were supposed to write about the best [insert prompt here] of the year.

This year, Gwen Bell, who created the Best of 2009 challenge, has teamed up with some other folks to expand the project into a bigger and better one called Reverb 10. The point of this project is to "reflect on this year & manifest what's next." I usually reflect quite a bit on the past year anyway, regardless of whether or not I'm participating in something like this. I don't do as well with manifesting, and the way I've been feeling lately is that I could do with some manifesting, so I'm kind of excited about that aspect of it.

Stay tuned for my first Reverb 10 post tomorrow!

Monday, 29 November 2010


Here are some pictures I took last time I was at home and forgot about until just now. I like home. It was in the fall. I like fall. I'm going home again soon. Two weeks!

Sunday, 28 November 2010

Not What I Was Going to Write About Today

I thought of something super-great to blog about today. The idea came to me, and I was like "yes! That would be totally awesome, I can't wait to get home and start writing!"

But I was on my way to a meeting, which lasted for three and a half hours, and then by the time I got home and did laundry and a few other things, I totally forgot what on earth it was I was going to say.

I'm watching another NaBloPoMo draw to a close and realizing that I really haven't written about any of the things I set out intending to write about at the beginning of the month. Kinda makes me feel like a failure. I hate putting up filler posts.

Two more days, and then... something else that involves posting every day. But more on that later.

Saturday, 27 November 2010

Fuck winter.

I haven't been warm since this morning. I've spent all evening wrapped in two blankets and eating warm food and drinking hot tea and still I've got the shivers. The worst of it is that it's still only November; it will be a million times colder when winter really shows up. Although at least then there will be snow, which makes winter far more worthwhile.

I would really like to spend a whole day in bed just being cozy and warm and reading. I could really rock that right now.

Dear Christmas break: Come soon, please.

Friday, 26 November 2010

Tous les Jours

I have been putting off blogging (and everything else, really) all day, and now I just don't have time. Ack. So here's a video of a song that I like.

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Oh, Life

I recently found this great online journal tool called OhLife. Every evening, they send you an email that says "How'd your day go?" and all you have to do is reply. This creates an entry for that day in your private online journal, which you can log into to read your previous entries.

Keeping a journal tends to be a really good habit for me. When I'm making a "permanent" record of my life, I tend to want to write down the good things rather than the bad. Back when I hated my life, I used to keep a positivity journal, and every night before I went to bed I would write down a list of all the good things that happened that day. I believe that journal played a large part in pulling me out of that slump. By forcing myself to write down good things, I a) realized how many good things I had in my life, and b) helped me see what the good things were so that I could create more of them.

As beneficial as journalling is, though, it can be really difficult sometimes. When I'm busy and tired, writing in my journal is usually the first thing to get cut out of my life. I mean, I have to pick it up and open it, and find a pencil, and figure out what to write, and actually write it, and that's obviously way too difficult. But with OhLife, all I have to do is reply to an email, and they went to all the trouble of sending it to me, so it's not like I can just ignore it. Seriously.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010


A few years ago, I went to a writing workshop held for students writing plays for my school's Fringe Festival. The woman who ran the workshop challenged us all to go home and find five rocks. We were supposed to come up with characters for all the rocks, and then make up a story that tied them all together.

I went out into the parking lot behind my res and found five rocks that were all different. I went back to my room and made a character brainstorm for each rock and then figured out how they would all connect together. I started writing the story, although I never did finish it.

I just recently remembered that this happened. It's good to be reminded, sometimes, that when you look for inspiration, you can find it anywhere. If you sit around waiting for it to show up, you'll never get it. I need to go looking.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

I don't feel like doing anything.

The past five days or so I have felt so completely unmotivated to do anything. Mostly I just want to snuggle up in my bed and read YA lit and maybe drink some hot chocolate.

Actually, that's not entirely true. There are a bunch of things I feel motivated to do, but I just can't right now. I want to start getting ready for our Christmas party, but there's only so many thing that can be done 2.5 weeks ahead of time (so close!), so I have to hold tight a little bit longer.

I recently started making a "life list" - basically like a bucket list, I guess. I was inspired by this post by Gwen Bell and this one by Mighty Girl. So far I'm only up to 19 items, but I was a little distressed by how few of them I can actually do now. Four items require a mostly-permanent living space with some amount of land, and seven are just way beyond my current financial means. A further three can happen starting next September when I'm semi-permanently settled. That means there are a mere five things I can actually do right now! And I know that, looking at them, five are more than enough to keep me busy, but I'm really excited about some of the others, and the prospect of waiting another 4.5 years minimum (.5 undergrad + 3 law school + 1 articling) is just so frustrating.

Basically I mostly just don't want to do my homework, and I think even more so I want to be able to train myself to take productive breaks, instead of wasting time on the internet because I don't want to do homework but can't justify the time it would take to actually go do something.

Monday, 22 November 2010

You can't pull yourself up by your bootstraps if you have no boots

Poverty has always been an issue that's troubled me. I was, if I may venture to say so, probably a little more informed about it from a younger age, compared to most middle/upper class kids, since my dad worked in the Department of Human Resources and Skills Development for a lot of my younger life, and specifically with Homelessness for part of that time. On "take your child to work day" he had some meetings and stuff going on, so I spent part of the day with him, part of the day with someone else in his office, and part of the day at a local youth shelter.

One of the things that really disturbs me about poverty is how much ignorance there is around it. The people who will make fun of "dirty homeless bums" or refuse to give them any money because "they'll just spend it on drugs anyway" or say things like "well if they'd just get off their ass and get a job they wouldn't have this problem."

Some people on the street have addiction problems. This is true. Some people on the street are there because they came from a poor family and couldn't afford an education. Or they were the oldest of seven kids and dropped out of high school to help out their family. Or they have some form of disability which prevents them from working, and no one else to support them. Or they left an abusive husband/family, but had nowhere to go and nothing to support themselves with. Or or or. Don't be so quick to judge.

As for the "just get a job" mentality, I don't think people think this one through. For someone who lives on the streets or has low income not to have access to things like phones, computers, etc. that we take for granted: How are you going to make and print your resumé? Where are you going to see job advertisements? What contact information are you going to give? What would you wear to an interview? Poverty is a self-enforcing condition; once you're in it's hard to get out. To quote the article I'm getting around to linking to: "You can't pull yourself up by your bootstraps if you have no boots."

So poverty is disturbing because there's a lot of prejudice around it, which means the people with the resources to make a difference are unwilling to do so. It's disturbing because there's not much that people living in poverty can do to help themselves get out (there are some things, yes, but not a lot). It's also disturbing to me because there don't seem to be ways to fix it.

Homeless shelters, food banks, soup kitchens, welfare payments, etc. are not going to fix it. They make life easier and more comfortable for the people living in poverty, yes, and I think for that reason they are important and should be continued. But they're just band-aid solutions. They're not going to eliminate or reduce the number of people living below the poverty line. I don't know what would, though. How on earth do you end poverty? To make sure that everyone has the necessities of life when they just can't provide for themselves?

Then I came across this article in the Globe and Mail about ending poverty by giving poor people money. That answer is just so obvious that it never even occurred to me. It's brilliant.

Would there be problems with such a scheme? Yes. Of course there would. Some people would not use the money wisely. But I think that a lot more people would use it well. Heck, the studies they cited showed that to be true.

Will it ever happen on a large scale in Canada? Probably not any time soon. People are just too concerned with where their "precious hard-earned tax dollars" are going, and if it's not something that directly benefits them, they'll protest it.

I think it could be beautiful.

Sunday, 21 November 2010

My Robot Heart Don't Know What It Wants

Sometimes I feel like I'm
an empty shell.

Some sort of robot
designed to read books and write papers and laugh
at all the right times
so no one guesses
the truth.

But inside there's this great big

Someone forgot
to insert the
parts, and so I don't know
how to talk
how to emote
how to love.

I have no
no interests
I don't know
what makes me

All I know is

Saturday, 20 November 2010

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

All of a sudden it's Christmas here. We've been listening to Christmas music for a few weeks already, but it's becoming a more and more frequent occurrence. Last night we put up our garland and lights out in the kitchen, and more garland arrived for us today so we can fix it up a little better soon. Other decorations also arrived today, and Christmas presents.

We had our first eggnog a few weeks ago, and our first hot apple cider last night. We got candy cane ice cream this evening. It smells like Christmas.

I've already started making mental to do lists for our Christmas party; the cleaning and rearranging that needs to be done, the groceries to be bought, the baking to do, the decorations yet to be put up, the people to invite. The party is still three weeks away yet, but it's constantly tugging at my thoughts.

Supposedly it was snowing today, but I don't think that was true. Everyone's Facebook status was all "omgsnow!" So I ran outside, but it wasn't snow, it was just slush falling from the sky. Not nearly as happy. Oh well.

Friday, 19 November 2010

Street Harassment

Someone I know recently posted a link on Facebook to this cartoon, called "Street Harrasment" by Barry Deutsch:

I feel like this is a thing that needed to be made. Because it happens; I'm willing to bet it happens to every female who lives in a place with a reasonably large population. And it's not okay. But no one ever talks about it.

I realize that in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't do any serious harm. But it's very invasive, and undermines my feelings of security. Verbal harassment from strangers causes a feeling of powerless because there is absolutely no response that will make it better. All you can do is what the woman in this cartoon does: put your head down and walk away.

Thursday, 18 November 2010


That is all. Carry on.


Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Undesirably Awake

I think probably the worst thing about having too much to do is that when I get stressed out, I wake up early.

I get up at seven pretty much every day. Sometimes on weekends if I'm especially tired I'll sleep in until eight or nine, but through the week it's seven o'clock, every morning. When I get really stressed out, I start to wake up at about six thirty, no matter how tired I am or when I went to bed.

This sucks. I have coping strategies for when I have trouble falling asleep, but I have no idea how to make myself stay asleep. Sometimes when this happens I can get back to sleep, but usually it takes about ten minutes, so I'll only get twenty minutes of sleep, and even then it's only light sleep.

It's just so miserable that when I'm already staying up really late to finish a paper or something, I can't even get the extra half hour of sleep I was bargaining on. And then I'm even more tired, so I'm less efficient and get more stressed out and then wake up early again. Boo.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010


Yeah, this is a filler post.

I have to write an entire essay tonight, plus theoretically do some reading, and also write a short thing for the CBC (More on that in the next few days). So I don't really have time to do a for reals blog post.

BUT. Here's a video of Tom Milsom playing a medley of four Lady Gaga songs. Yeahhh.

Monday, 15 November 2010


I want to have a project.

Not like a lame-o boring old school project, but a personal happy hobby type project. Something to pick away at when I have a little bit of spare time instead of just wasting it on the internet. Also, something that will make me feel accomplished and successful when I've finished it.

Something along the lines of restoring an old car, except less expensive and more interesting, or doing a jigsaw puzzle, but more exciting and complicated.

I suppose I could get back at my knitting and maybe actually finish the sweater I've been working on before I finish my undergrad. Or find some other craft supplies so I can get at some sewing projects I've been wanting to make... Okay, so I could have a project, I'm just not motivated enough to get started on them, I guess. I should get on that.

Sunday, 14 November 2010


Earlier this week I received my first law school acceptance, from the University of Victoria.

I don't really remember how much I've actually talked about the specifics of my law school applications on here; I know I've said that I'm applying and everything but I feel like I didn't really talk about the wheres, etc. so I'm going to do that now. Apologies if I have already discussed this in detail.

I applied to three schools, UVic, McGill, and Dal.

UVic is the only law school in the country to offer a co-op program. You do three work terms, one each in a law firm, government and public interest/NGO law. (This is really attractive; everyone I know who's done a co-op program in any program has really enjoyed it, and I like the idea of getting to experience those three different sectors before I have to make real-life decisions about them.

At McGill, you do a joint law degree for both English common law and French civil law. According to the King's-alumni-lawyer-guy I met with for a mentoring session, this opens up possibilities that you don't even know exist if you haven't done that degree. Also, I like French.

Dal is just a regular law school. It's my back-up plan, both because it was the only one where I felt guaranteed to get in (they give huge preference to Maritime residents), and in case I get too scared and don't want to leave.

That said, I really don't even consider Dal as an option right now. My acceptance at UVic took out half of my reason for applying there, and in general I feel more excited than scared about moving away.

I'm not entirely sure where I would choose between UVic and McGill. Both the co-op program and the combined degree are really intriguing to me. I think I'm leaning more and more toward UVic, though. For one thing, if I decide later that I really want to get the civil law degree I can go and just do that in like a year or something, but not so much with the co-op program. Furthermore, location location location. Montreal is a really big city. Victoria is a smaller, more me-friendly size. Also, Victoria has OCEAN. (Also, bunnies, but those are not going to be a deciding factor. I swear.) But McGill is a lot closer to home, and a lot easier to come back to more often if I get homesick. When I get homesick. That's also a really silly reason to do something, though.

Saturday, 13 November 2010

Multicultural Canada

There was an Angus Reid poll released recently on multiculturalism in Canada. The report can be found here. It asked three questions: if multiculturalism has been good or bad for Canada, whether Canada should be a melting pot or a mosaic, and whether or not Canadian society is tolerant or intolerant to certain groups.

I have some trouble wrapping my head around the question of multiculturalism being good or bad. Multiculturalism just... is. Canada has always been multicultural, since before the arrival of any Europeans, and even more so after that. Like, the people who said it was bad, thinks the French should have done a better job of keeping the English out, and then killed off all the aboriginal peoples, and just held onto it as a French colony without ever allowing immigration here from other countries? I guess I just don't see how 30% of people can say multiculturalism has been bad for Canada, because we've never not been multicultural, so what are they even comparing it to?

I'm also really baffled by the results to the melting pot vs. mosaic question. I would get it if they had represented mosaic as being cultural segregation, but those aren't the words they use at all. A melting pot is described as "immigrants should assimilate and blend into Canadian society" and in a mosaic "cultural differences within society are valuable and should be preserved." I can't imagine ever being in a mindset where I would choose melting pot from those options. I realize I am of the dominant Canadian culture, but if I moved to somewhere where that wasn't the case, I'd rather have my culture preserved than be assimilated.

As for the tolerance question, well, those results are about what I'd expect. I don't necessarily agree with them, but they don't surprise me.

I do find the breakdowns of the results by age group interesting. I did expect that probably younger people were more favourable to multiculturalism, but the fact that there is such a clear movement from the older to younger groups on both the options of the first two questions is slightly surprising and kind of great.

One thing I would like to see is a racial breakdown of results, and I guess I understand why it's probably not politically correct to ask that question on polls, but I think in this case it might make a point. Even if they displayed a list of the minorities they have for the tolerance question and had it as a yes/no of being part of one of them. I just have this picture in my head of millionth-generation white upper-class straight Canadians sitting around going "yeah, this is what multiculturalism in Canada should be." Not that the dominant culture shouldn't have any say, but we shouldn't have the only say.

Friday, 12 November 2010


I spend a lot of my time counting down the time left until other times in the future. For example, I currently have a countdown for half of the days of the week. Monday is weeks until I'm done for the semester (4 + 3 days), Tuesday is weeks until classes are over (3 + 4 days), Wednesdays are weeks until we can get a Christmas tree (2 + 5 days), Saturdays are weeks until Christmas (6 + 1 day), etc. Then there's the times the "months until..." come up, and so on. You get the point.

I always feel guilty about doing this. I'm somehow selling today (and myself) short by trying to rush past it to get to something else. I know I would probably find more things to appreciate about RIGHT NOW if I would only stop to drink it all in. But I just can't bring myself to do it, because all I can think about is ack ack ack so much homeworks not happy times ahhhh!

So I'll just keep on counting.

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Lest We Forget

Thank you, veterans, and those who gave up their lives, for defending this wonderful country.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

The Beautiful World

As I mentioned briefly a couple days ago, I recently got glasses because it turns out that I am near-sighted. I knew I was having some trouble, because it was starting to get difficult to see what my profs were writing on the board or projecting onto the screen. I really thought it was just writing, though. Everything else looked just fine.

Then my glasses came in. I was absolutely astounded the first time I put them on. Sure, I could see fine before, but with them on I can see really well. It's amazing.

I notice the difference most in the trees. I can pick out every twig and leaf and variation of colour now in a way I couldn't before. This was an especially great thing to have happen in the fall when everything is beautiful. There's one tree that I can see out of the window of my French classroom that I've really appreciated. It's lost the vast majority of its leaves already, and it just has that perfect "gloomy lonely bare tree against the sky" look to it, which is all the more stirring now that it sticks out in much sharper detail.

It was just sort of nice to realize that the world is even more beautiful than I always though it was.

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Re: Fear

I guess this might be a case of "be careful what you wish for," but when I said I wanted to be scared, I specified I wanted to be scared of things that weren't real life. This is most definitely real life.

Yesterday we discovered that the lock on the door to our apartment had been tampered with through the night; there were obvious tool marks around the edges of the keyhole.

For the past two years, our area of town has been the target of numerous incidents where a male intruder went into households and watched (and in the more recent cases, touched) female occupants while they were sleeping. Although the fact this was a forced entry didn't match up with that scenario, it was a little too suspicious that it happened when our male roommate was spending the night somewhere else.

The rational part of me knows that no one got in, and hey, the lock obviously held out long enough for the person to give up, so we're safe. But in a city that seems to have had a drastic increase in crime over the past few months, it's still very worrying. I am unimpressed.

Monday, 8 November 2010


I have a secret addiction: the "Pssts" (missed connections) page of the local paper.

I check them online nearly every day. I find them fascinating. It's like the conflict between our human longing for companionship and our fear of rejection have found an outlet in these safe yet vaguely hopeful anonymous messages.

It's both sad and comforting to think of all the lonely people out there, sending out their little distress signals in the hopes that someone will find them...

I've had a few missed connections myself; I imagine most people have, in some way or another. After the most recent time this happened, I told myself it wouldn't happen again. I'm going to muster up some courage and finally make a connection.

Sunday, 7 November 2010

I love so much:

Warm food. Especially with vegetables in it.
Board game nights.
Swing dancing.
Getting dry after being out in the rain.
Hot chocolate when it's cold out.
Hot showers.
Aimlessly daydreaming.
Finally getting a bit of blue sky after a whole weekend of rain.

(Was lacking in positivity today. Feel better now.)

Saturday, 6 November 2010


I was hoping to make it at least a little bit longer before I had to do a filler post, but I guess not. This weekend has gotten a little out of control. I'll maybe tell you about it sometime.


Friday, 5 November 2010

Watch this trailer:

Now be angry.


That hardly even looks like the book. The first two trailers showed that the story in this movie had obviously been aggrandized and epicified, but I assumed it would be left were more or less intact, just a little exaggerated. I can handle book-to-movie changes when they are small and in the spirit of the book. They are different mediums, and different things will work for each. But these are some pretty serious changes we're talking about.

What is the White Witch doing? What is up with the swords? How do they make three whole trailers for the movie without even mentioning the fact that Caspian is looking for the seven LORDS?

Agh. Anger. I love this book, and I was excited for this movie, but not if they're going to ruin it. Grump.

Fuck you, Hollywood, I want my childhood back.

Thursday, 4 November 2010

101 in 1001 Update

I haven't updated re: this in a really really long time, so let's do that now.

Things I've finished without having mentioned them on here:

50. Spend 10 days volunteering

Accomplished over the summer: 3 at Grand Chief Membertou 400 Mawio'mi, 3 at Atlantic Jazz Festival, and... I don't even remember, either 7 or 8 at Halifax International Buskers Festival. This goal was way easier than I had anticipated.

28. Try 10 new restaurants

Pilot's Pub

Niche wins for best music; the Gracious Indian wins for best samosas. I don't care to judge any other categories.

2. Talk to an academic advisor

This process actually started back in March, but I have officially sorted out the end of my degree, finally got my honours application submitted and approved, and even applied to graduate. I am good to go.

73. Find a topic I love for my honours thesis

Methods of conversion used by Jesuit Missionaries in New France in the sixteenth century.

70. Get eyes checked

Done. Needed glasses. Have glasses. Can see now.

30. Cook 10 new dishes

Beef stew
Pad Thai
Pasta with chickpea sauce
Garlic fingers
Grilled chicken with spinach and raspberries
Greek goddes burger
Pork with bell peppers
Roast beef

Most tasty: tie between pad Thai, garlic fingers, falafel, and yemista. I am bad at decisions. Also I just like food.

This brings me to a total of 26 items completed. I should theoretically be at 30 by now, but my partially completed things almost add up to enough to make up for it, so whatever, I guess. I have lost some of my interest in this list. There are definitely still a few projects on it that I would really like to accomplish, and there are a bunch of things on it that I know I should do. There are also some that I'd really like to do, and would jump if the opportunity fell into my lap, but am really not in a position to make happen just now. And then there are other things that I feel like "gee, why did I even want to do that in the first place?" I might change my list somewhat. I might quit. I might do a different sort of thing. We'll see.

Wednesday, 3 November 2010


I've been a little obsessed with fear lately. I guess it probably has at least a little bit to do with the recent holiday, but I just wanted to be scared.

I've never watched a horror movie that actually scared me. Usually I find them laughably over the top. Sure, I'll be startled when something jumps out unexpectedly, and too much gore is a little revolting, but I want to be so scared I freak out and am scared of every little noise and shadow for a while afterward and maybe even have nightmares.

In an attempt to achieve this state of fear, I downloaded a bunch of horror movies to try to help the cause. So far I've only gotten through The Exorcist and [rec]. The Exorcist was really not that scary at all. [rec] was a teensy bit frightening at first, but that quickly wore off. This provided a useful insight, however. [rec] started off well because I was like "oh man, what is up with that old lady? ack!" but by the time I was like "oh, zombie virus, whatevs, lameboats" I basically got bored with the whole movie. So, this tells me that I am scared of the unknown.

I didn't know, for a while, why I wanted so badly to be scared. I spend a lot of my life being scared, and I'm not especially fond of the feeling. But I just want to be terrified out of my wits. Then, by coincidence, Neil Gaiman posted a link in his twitter feed to this article that he wrote a few years back, and it shed some relevant light on my situation:

Fear is a wonderful thing, in small doses. You ride the ghost train into the darkness, knowing that eventually the doors will open and you will step out into the daylight once again. It’s always reassuring to know that you’re still here, still safe. That nothing strange has happened, not really. It’s good to be a child again, for a little while, and to fear — not governments, not regulations, not infidelities or accountants or distant wars, but ghosts and such things that don’t exist, and even if they do, can do nothing to hurt us.

The reason I want so badly to be scared, maybe, is precisely because I am always scared, and it does suck. I want to be scared of something that's really really scary, so I can "get off the ghost train" so to speak, and realize that maybe strangers and social interactions and the future are not actually things that I should actively fear. After all, it's not like they're ghosts or anything.

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

For Comparison's Sake

This semester so far has felt like one of the most out of control times of my life. I'm really not sure how this is possible, because I am also considerably less busy than I have been at other times of my life which felt totally in control. Take, for example, this time a year ago vs. right now:

Commitments which were basically the same for both time periods:

4 classes
swing dancing
Student Union Scribe

Commitments I had last year that I don't any more:

2 more classes
the Memoir Project
elections committee

Commitments I have now that I didn't have last year:

honours thesis
law school applications

So last year I was definitely more busy than this year, but it felt like it was more manageable. Sure, I was often exhausted and stressed, but I never had doubts I would get everything done, and done well, which is sort of looking like it might be more of an issue this year. I also am pretty sure I spent more time with friends last year than I have this year, and I know I was getting better marks.

I'm not sure how I ended up being so all over the place (and by "all over the place" I mean I have 3 papers due within the next two weeks that I haven't started and the amount of work I've accomplished on my honours thesis is laughable). I don't think I like it, though, and I would like to get back on track.

And by "back on track" I mean improving the efficiency and quality of my schoolwork, seeing friends more often, getting back to writing (my journal is crying at me, I've neglected it for so long), getting more exercise to boost my energy levels, and wasting less time on dumb things. I know I need a more specific plan if I'm going to make that happen, so I'll work on that for the near future.

Monday, 1 November 2010

It is November.

November means it's going to be National Blog Posting Month again.

I did this last year and it was... well, it was. I did it, although there were a lot of filler posts, which was kind of unfortunate. It did, however, make me get out some things I'd been meaning to write, but hadn't yet, and probably wouldn't have if I hadn't made myself write every day.

So I'm jumping back on it for another go. November promises to be pretty stressful, so it's entirely possible that a lot of posts around the middle and the end of the month will just be whiny, but hopefully I'll be able to refrain from that. We'll see.

The other thing about it being November, is that it's cold. Really cold. I am displeased.