When the day doesn’t go as planned, tomorrow is a reset.
Today I had to explain to my mum why people were protesting/rioting in our city.
It was not a fun conversation.
I don’t have a pretty space or a scenic view from my window or the right stationery or neat handwriting. Yet scrolling through study blogs on this website has stirred some feelings in me, maybe some aspiration and motivation. Like every grad student, I’ve come to a point in my studies where the motivation has dissipated, the procrastination has reached new extremes, and the guilt has set in. But also like every student, I want to do good work that I can be proud of, and succeed and get an education and help myself, my family, and others. I’ve been stuck in a rut, feeling rudderless, for months. I’ve reached a breaking point, and I think it’s time to exercise some self-discipline. All this to say: I hope this is a shift in the right direction, reader.
Something about blogging
into the void creates a weird sense of pseudo-accountability and energy and agency. Well whatever it is, I’ll take it.
To whomever in the apartment complex is undertaking home improvement this fine morning,
I’m trying to study. Even with my headphones on and music up, I can hear you sawing, drilling, and hammering. You made the floor shake with your nonsense. I barely managed the six lines of Latin translation I have, and learning vocab will be hell. What is wrong with you.
Further, it’s Sunday, you raging bastards. Stop disrespecting city ordinances.
“My doctor asked me five times if I was sure I didn’t want to get the mri to see if the tendon was torn.”
“Mom, you are the worst fucking patient.”
Vice Commissioners writing in the 1910s: Everyone knows where the red-light districts are and it’s too scandalous to include the perversions that our undercover investigators witnessed.
Me, reading in 2020: But…I don’t know where and I need street names or addresses so I can map them out. Help a historian out here!
Cloudy Bay Area day! A friend told me I looked extra “manly” today. Lol. The things you don’t notice but your friends do👌🏾✌🏾✊🏾
On May 29 in the year of our Lord 2020, Shield got so high while watching Thor: Ragnatok that she vibed 30 years into the future and watched the movie from the present and the future simultaneously. I think I might have just recently read a dissertation on cinematic imagery in parallel with 80s cult cinema because I was immersed in that shit yo up to and including naming 80s cult film basically shot to shot. So whichever of you motherfuckers writes that dissertation, you are DOPE AS FUCK and likely the reason I’m high enough to vibe across space and time. And thank you: I got to feel the presence of my future kids at the same time as my friends in the present moment because your analysis is TRIPPY AS SHIT.
✎ 05.29.2020 // the first week of the semester always feels the most overwhelming but just remember that we’ll get thru it one assignment at a time!! ♡ here’s a lil video i took while filling out my planner with due dates
May 29. 2020
Awfully bold of the education industry to continue standardized testing, despite knowing that it is one of Satan’s many tools.™
How to make friends as a grad student.
1. Speak and move in a calm way. Don’t yell or make sudden movements.
2. If your local bylaws allow it, leave food and presents out.
3. Establish yourself as the source of the food/presents. Sit quietly a ways away from them, but still visible.
4. On hot day fill a shallow tub full of fresh clean water for them to drink and bath in. Change this water often and clean the tub.
This works for crows, I haven’t tried it out with people yet.
I still remember my absolute delight when my Old Norse Prof asked me at the end of the semester if I wanted to quickly recount the ending of Loki and Svaðilfari to the class because we wouldn’t get to it.
Thursday has become my cleaning day, although I’m excited to dig into these new books!! (I was so tired of reading bad PDFs of the Vatican website).
Another day full of school work (as always) 🙃 & it’s suppose to be 107 today.
Hopefully your day is going well!
Me, anxious in class: *imagines Zevran, Jarlaxle, and my oc mage hanging out with me and encouraging me, coaching me through it*
Me: *is somehow able to get through class without dying*
the summer semester starts TOMORROW and my professors still haven’t posted the syllabi :-)
26.05.20 | slow progress is better than no progress