Babbles of a Procrastinating Grad Student

It's 3 am and I've just finished wrapping all my gifts. 

URRGH.

Anyways, gotta be up early tomorrow (uh...today) to do laundry, shower, and clean up my sty apartment before my brother picks me up to head out to our Grandma's place for Christmas. 

I hope you all have a good, relaxing, and safe Christmas!  My gift to you all is a pants-less Mr. Darcy.  ENJOY!

It was only a few weeks ago that I originally formatted this f*cker, how could I forget how bloody long it takes.  I've been formatting since about 9:30 pm, and it's bloody 3 am now!  ARGH.  Actually, it was all formatted and ready to go about 3 hours ago, and then I realized that I'd buggered up the page numbering.  And then Word started to spaz out.

*headdesk*

My 9 am meeting with super Super is going to suck.

Sept 3, 2008

Well, here I am, first night in my new apartment in Kingston, Ontario.  I love it.  It's pretty big, with a big bedroom and large kitchen.  No white walls!!  The kitchen/living room are painted this really light purple and a warm, light coloured wood laminate flooring in the living room.  The bedroom is carpeted with this kinda gross green on the walls, but it's better than white.  The bathroom is really really pink, and I LOVE it.  Like being on the inside of a cantaloupe.  

After a run to Walmart and the grocery (my new Lady of the Land is awesome and gave me a ride to pick up some basics), I'm now waiting on my pizza to finish cooking.  Heh, no plates, pots, pans, cutlery, anything, but pizza is easy and I'll just nom it like a savage once it cools.  Yay first meal in my new place.  MY new place!  I seriously can't stop smiling and dancing.  I love it!  Although at the moment, I'm sprawled on the floor writing this, cause I have no furniture, but that's not stopping me from being happy!

Well, other than the 10 000 legged bug I found dead in the sink.  Ew.  (ETA: Foreshadowing for my future ghetto bug battles, maybe?)

Mmm...slightly burnt pizza...


Sept 9, 2008

It's been a week since I arrived in Kingston.  Wow.  Apartment-wise, I'm still happy, especially now that I have all the basics.  Phone will be in next week, I have a bed (my back told me the floor wouldn't work out after the first night), a couch, table/chairs, a lot of kitchen stuffs, etc.  :)  I love my ugly mix of stuff, mostly because it's mine.  


Fast forward to November 29/30, 2010, on my very last night in this apartment, and even though I have to be up early tomorrow, I can't sleep.  I'm feeling so sad to be moving out of this place.  Gave away my bed this evening, so I'm sleeping on the couch mentioned in one of my dead-tree journals entries from my first week in Kingston, and I just keep looking around and tearing up.  This was my first apartment where I wasn't a complete disaster trying to live on my own, and I think it was a success.  I was happy here, and I made it so completely my own that I hardly recognize the place now.  

I worked here, played here.  Had friends over to visit and had friends and lovers over to stay.  I loved here, relaxed here, cried here, got sick and well again here.  I learned to cook for myself here.  I didn't just exist here, like in past places I've had: I lived here.  It became my home.  And I'm so sad to be giving it up.

Because it's not just about the apartment.  It's about this vibrant little city, with it's long history and beautiful architecture.  It's about the eclectic population and random occurrences.  (Seriously, how many places have you seen a horse-riding Mountie patrolling rural streets in a city, or watched a unicycle race in the park while a couple of guys practice tight-rope walking, or watched a young man dressed up as a cat running down the street in late November?)

And above it all, it's about the amazing people I've met, and the great friends I've made here, and that is what's breaking my heart.

Thank you Kingston, for all the good memories and all the strange memories and even all the sad memories.  And mostly, thank you for being a magnet for such awesome people.  Though I'm sad to be leaving now, at least I know I'll never forget my time here.


Alright.  Enough with the sap.  Time to go to bed.  I have a long day of packing and moving ahead of me.  Good night all.  And good night, little apartment.  You've been a terrific home these past 2+ years.  *mwah*

Ah, this is more like it.  4 am, cup of tea at my elbow and Pride and Prejudice (BBC 6 hour version) on loop, and sleep deprived enough that I'm no longer stressing about every word and my fingers just type sciencey babble.  THIS is how I will wind up writing my thesis, not in the afternoon like I keep trying and utterly failing at.

Now hopefully I can get this part of the results section done by tomorrow evening for the Super.  :)

Tonight (tomorrow?) makes it the 4th night in a row where I am not in bed before 3 am, and not asleep before 4 am.  Mostly because I keep over-sleeping in the morning and then not being tired the next night. 

Tonight?  Tonight I'd love to be in bed.  I'd love to be asleep.  My stomach, on the other hand, has other ideas.  Don't know what I've done to piss it off, but it's definitely not happy with me.  So much to do tomorrow too.  :(

Please tummy, just settle down so we can sleep.  What if I sing you lullabies, would that help?

So tired.

FIELD WORK TIME!  Yep, tomorrow we drive up to Ottawa, and the next morning fly into Yellowknife.  WHEEE 10 HOURS OF TRAVELLING! 

Man, it's quicker to get to the UK from here.  Canada is REALLY BIG.  Of course, it doesn't help that apparently Calgary is on the way to Yellowknife from Ottawa.  I'll never understand airlines.

But!  I'm quite excited.  My bag is totally not packed at all and I have a stupid term paper due that doesn't want to be written, but that's fine because NWT, HERE I COME!

:D

O-kay, sleep time for me, I think.  Oh god tomorrow is almost here.  Bed time!

(I am not drunk, just over tired and over excited!)