Cool Girl

Day 9 – Everybody’s Workin’ for the Weekend… Because They Slacked Off on Friday

I just had one of those days where you wake up badly and no amount of caffeine can make you feel better. I woke up feeling super groggy today but still managed to get to the bus stop where the bus was, of course, 10 or 15 minutes late. My social awkwardness obviously prevented me from being able to get mad at the driver to his face. Instead, I sulked on the seat and silently fumed while he took his sweet freaking time chatting to each person about their day as they loaded on to the bus.



I tried to do my readings and slides when I got to uni but it was just not happening so I printed out the articles I’ll be using for my thesis. I am so grateful that I am one of those dorks that kept every single course reader they ever had because as it turns out, they are not freely available on a database. Is this a sign that I will end up on Hoarders? For sure. At least I’ll have my media theories to keep me warm at night. There will be no ‘Scarcity’ if John Ellis is around…

Because I couldn’t get much done, I now have to spend the weekend at uni again. I should stop kidding myself and just bring a sleeping bag and air mattress in there already. At least this means I can lug my TV books to uni so I’ll always have them handy.

My babies. Off to their new home tomorrow!

My babies are off to their new home tomorrow!

Things I did today instead of working:

  • Snapchat fun with CH in the office. Hooray for spinning chairs and remediating weirdness.
  • Group mini-snooze in the office with NW and CH.
  • Found out that I cannot walk and recite the ‘Cool Girl’ description at the same time. Time to get back to spin class 😦
  • Seriously though, Gillian Flynn’s ‘Cool Girl’ concept is so interesting and definitely worth exploring. ‘Cool Girl’ comes in many forms including (but not limited to) the Manic Pixie Dream Girl. I’d love to write an essay about it but someone’s already nailed it.
  • Searched for Media Studies books at the secondhand book store. Got me some Foucault! As it turns out, I am capable of missing both people and theories that I once explored in class. I also bought a TV genre book with a great section on teen television. Perhaps it was work after all.

Random romantic lyrics that perfectly captures the emotional roller-coaster of writing a difficult essay for a subject that you love:

How many times 
Did we give up 
But we always worked things out 
And all my doubts and fears 
Kept me wondering, yeah 
If I’d always, always be in love 

Lenny Kravitz