Just a week ago I was wearing 3 layers and a scarf every day and looking at thick wool coats online. These few days, though, I've been happily walking around in shorts and tanks in the blazing sun. I don't understand, but I'm not complaining (:
Yesterday was my asdfjk;lOMGPANICalf;kdj day - because (like I previously mentioned) I hadn't done any substantial work for 3 weeks, I was suddenly smothered by an avalanche of work, which was totally my fault. (Internal locus of control, heh.)
So I completed a horrendous business computing assignment (pivot tables and gross stuff like that) and a 5 page essay yesterday, plus random readings and extra credit assignments, and spontaneously ordered shrimp online from a random Chinese restaurant with Pebbly. It was quite funny because the fire alarm in Balch went off (4th time since I've been here) and so I grabbed my laptop and ran over to Pebbly/Darren/Zhiwei's room, and the moment I set up my laptop and plopped myself down to do my work, the fire alarm at Dickson went off and we had to evacuate again. Omg.
Anyway. I started studying for today's reading assessment at midnight, took half an hour to plough through the first question, lost my mind when I realized that I had 17 more essay questions to go over, eventually called up Serge in a state of panic and went through the questions, except that at about 3 am we started giving up and writing in answers like "An example of a maintenance function is supporting others in the work team. For instance, when a group member stands up, we can support him by holding on to his legs." Felt totally shortchanged this morning because the standard of the quiz didn't warrant even one eighth of the amount of work we put in, but, of course, better easy than hard!
More about my awesome Saturday (Makanmania!!) and Friday (ice-skating!!) and the days before and before and before, when I actually bother to upload the pictures from my camera.
My inertia scares me.
2 prelims and 1 quiz in the next 2 weeks: not quite enough to induce me to get started on work yet. Someone needs to tell me to WAKE UP and stuff my face into my textbooks.
PS: I pretend not to know, because I'm nice, but it's clear as hell to me. I'm more intuitive and sharper than you may think.
(:
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett