Fight me like you do...
I have new music thanks to Krista, who downloaded freely while I was out on Friday night... there's no better gift. My new favourite songs include 'Plea From a Cat Named Virtue' and 'Combat Baby'. The latter is particularly close to my heart... uh... or something, since I feel like it captures how I've been feeling about things lately. Heh, there, for some insight into my psyche go download it. Got some unsought advice the other night when I escaped the club and ducked into my local on the way home, and even though I probably won't take it, I wondered how much my advisor had been told. He knows more than I have told him, that is for sure.
My phone just rang and when I picked up nobody was there, now my curiosity is overwhelming me, especially because I'm expecting phone calls. Basically economics has hit a huge wall and I don't know if I can study anymore. Its ridiculous, utterly stupid and ridiculous. Ugh. So I'm insane, and cold, and craving a cold beer and a lazy evening. Instead I have an 8:30 study date and I'm anticipating another late night and early morning.
Ju left this morning, I will admit, I feel more strange thinking about my upcoming departure than I felt anything about hers. I know we will see each other again, but I was amazed at how calm she was. She said it hadn't hit her yet, since she has flown out of winter in this city four times already. Makes sense. I could almost feel my own grief welling up, and now as the cold kicks in with eight hour days, I wonder how I will ever tear myself away so gracefully. Given she has had eight extra months to come to terms with it.
I can't even come to terms with economic models of development, let alone my life. Last night I got bored and started looking for apartments in London. I figure, if nothing else comes together (and even if some things do) then I will move there, because honestly, when else in my life can I do that? Options are endless I suppose, and I will do anything but live at home. I can spend all my money on travel, and have adventures... sounds like a good plan. Ah who am I kidding, I can't even plan next week, let alone next year. Here's to flying by the seat of my pants.
My phone just rang and when I picked up nobody was there, now my curiosity is overwhelming me, especially because I'm expecting phone calls. Basically economics has hit a huge wall and I don't know if I can study anymore. Its ridiculous, utterly stupid and ridiculous. Ugh. So I'm insane, and cold, and craving a cold beer and a lazy evening. Instead I have an 8:30 study date and I'm anticipating another late night and early morning.
Ju left this morning, I will admit, I feel more strange thinking about my upcoming departure than I felt anything about hers. I know we will see each other again, but I was amazed at how calm she was. She said it hadn't hit her yet, since she has flown out of winter in this city four times already. Makes sense. I could almost feel my own grief welling up, and now as the cold kicks in with eight hour days, I wonder how I will ever tear myself away so gracefully. Given she has had eight extra months to come to terms with it.
I can't even come to terms with economic models of development, let alone my life. Last night I got bored and started looking for apartments in London. I figure, if nothing else comes together (and even if some things do) then I will move there, because honestly, when else in my life can I do that? Options are endless I suppose, and I will do anything but live at home. I can spend all my money on travel, and have adventures... sounds like a good plan. Ah who am I kidding, I can't even plan next week, let alone next year. Here's to flying by the seat of my pants.
posted by Care @ 11:02 p.m.
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