Thursday, January 17, 2008
I have a coffee-maker at home now. Yikes. Which basically means, it's 3.02 am Eastern Time right now, and I'm up. Not particularly tired. watching youtube videos, interspersed with catching up on my reading. O, and blogging.
Did I say yikes back there?
I have a work-thing tomorrow (today, technically) at 11.30 am, and I am so not going to make it. The beans won't let me. I love my beans. Perhaps I need a new brain. New sanity. Like new clothes. That might be nice.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
All work and little play...
The start of a new semester, and the book list frankly is a bit daunting. I'm not supposed to feel so (ummm...) daunted, but I kinda am. Yikes. Each of the new classes involves way more work and readings and tests than the ones I had last semester. My teaching responsibilities have also increased. I have to write two academic papers for conferences in March. I have to explore the options for publishing/ presenting another two papers I wrote last semester.
Am sure it will all look great on my CV in a year's time, but right now, I'm pooped.
Monday, January 07, 2008
It's simpler to cheat in a test, rather than in real life. You don't spend the minutes leading up to it, breathless and nervous, looking out of the window, looking at the phone... Even though, when you're actually cheating, you don't feel a twinge of remorse, you're flying in the moment, you're shutting your eyes and smiling because it just feels so fcuking good...! Despite all that, when it's done and you're alone, with hours to kill before life returns to normalcy, you're left pondering and blogging, and you talk to yourself even as you reach out for a chocolate chip cookie, even as you let the dog out, and you tell yourself that you're not really as nice a person as you give yourself credit for...
You could hurt people. You're dangerous. And the high is no longer there.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Shop Till I Drop
I'm a shopping fiend. I like malls. I like walking through their shiny halls, stopping to look through glass windows at glitzy displays, sniffing in the breath of free samples, and wondering how a fashionable piece of furniture would look in my home. So, after finishing my Emergency Winter Shopping yesterday, I'm quite at a loss now as to what to do.
Ticked off on the list:
The good news is, since I did all my shopping post Christmas, I got all the stuff at throwaway prices - all of the above, at under $150!
- Midnight blue down jacket, with fur-lined collar, (courtesy Hollister) for those terribly windy cold winter nights that are expected in the next few days.
- Black boots, (courtesy JC Penney) for walking in the snow.
- Smart black knit hat, (courtesy the Gap) to replace the earlier smart knit hat which I lost on the way back from Chicago.
- Stripped tee, full sleeve, (courtesy Hollister) that will be returned shortly - *sigh* horizontal stripes are evil.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
There was a terrible car accident yesterday, and two girls whom I'd met briefly passed away. Thankfully, a close friend of mine, who was in the car, scraped through with some minor stitches on his head. But this is horribly spooky... and a terrible way to die. Both girls were here only for the first semester, and so it seems like a terrible waste. It all seems especially macabre to me, since I was worrying about my own mortality last night... and then I wake up in the morning and hear about the tragedy. But this is not about me. And the only reason I mention this, is because... well, I hate such terrible coincidences. Death is a terrible thing. Somewhere in some movie, I remember a character saying, "In life, there are no coincidences", and that to me, actually seems chilling now.
I'm sorry it happened this way.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
I'm a white wine person now. Not that I'm one of those terribly discerning types who can sniff and tell what's groovy and what's not. Quite the opposite - I think most white wines are groovy and so am not very discerning at all. :) No, what I do is this: pop a bottle and sit down to watch a movie with my babe. And I get happy. Not terribly tipsy or high or drunk. Just... fruity happy. And that feels nice.
To write a new post here, after ages. Perhaps it's the New Year thing. :)