Iggy Azalea

Day 48 – There Ain’t No Party Like A Marking Party

We got the last assignments back today! Woo!!

We spent a few hours eating pizza in silence while we pored over the essays. There’s so many of them!! Tomorrow, I hope to finish all of them because I am pretty freaking tired and I really, really, really want to read stuff for the thesis.


Also I want to start working out again, my body is getting all lethargic. Why is sitting in front of the computer and eating donuts not enough?! Can’t my calories be burned by excessive Facebooking and hysterical Tumblr-induced laughter?

On the bright side, my thesis proposal got officially approved today. Once I get these assignments sorted, there’s no hiding from my chapters anymore. I should probably watch Pretty Little Liars at some point considering I’m, you know, writing 40,000 words on it soon. Rewatching all the high-end serials that led to its creation is so much better though.

Is this why your story is going nowhere?

Is this why your story is going nowhere?

Things I did today instead of working:

  • Watched Twin Peaks. Hooray research!!
  • Listened to Sex with Emily. It’s been a long time, my saucy internet friend.
  • “Celebrated” NW’s birthday. Sorry you had to spend it reading essays 😦

    HB, NW!

    HB, NW!

  • Really reflected upon the sheer awesomeness of an empty 47 bus. It’s a more “scenic” route for those too lazy to walk down to the buses in town. It’s so relaxing… but I’m pretty sure we hit something at some point. Let’s not question it though, let’s just enjoy the ride.
  • Really enjoyed this meme that can work in all aspects of my academic career.

    Thanks, CH.

    Thanks, CH.

Random self love lyrics that makes me think of Cersei and Samantha from SATC:

It’s my life, I’m a do who I want to
Do what I want to, and I don’t want you
Alright, see my times gonna cost you
And all my love don’t cost a thing

You can’t break my heart
You can’t take my pride
Oh no, that love shit, I won’t do it

Iggy Azalea


It’s my party and I’ll be Cersei if I want to.


Day 23 – Someday You Will Find Me Caught Beneath A Landslide (of Essays)

I have to make this quick because I desperately need to sleep. I’m even doing this on my mobile because for once I am in bed before midnight. Huzzah!


I wonder if this still works in your twenties…

I really don’t have much to say. We got our second round of essays today so that’s a little exciting. I’m pretty sure all of mine are TV related and quite a few of the essays in the pile were from my classes. I wonder if this means they have been converted. They haven’t even met my other supervisor yet. Once you get that nod of approval, there’s no going back. It’s postgrad for you, buddy.

I have a busy weekend ahead: finishing my proposal, preparing for tutorials, marking essays and hopefully watching The Only Lovers Left Alive. I hope I get through all of that. That probably means I should sleep now. I wanted to share photos from around my desk to show the kind of environment I’ve created for myself but I don’t have time tonight. I’m getting the grumpy feeling every day now, I’m definitely too tired for life in general.

Things I did today instead of working

  • Bought magazine holders so that I can organise all my research and tutorial stuff
  • Bought Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch because I apparently decided I don’t have enough distractions

Once you pop, you can’t stop

  • Confirmed my shopping addiction by ultimately ignoring Tartt’s book when I got home so that I can read Notes from the Underground instead
  • Tried to rest my brain by watching Castle. I know Bourdieu is my personal cultural fave but damn I miss industry talk. I need my primary supervisor to come back so that I can shift my brain towards the things I’m more passionate about. Rogers et al, give me strength!

Random “I love Clueless but I don’t know how this got stuck in my head” lyrics:

I’m so fancy
You already know
I’m in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I’m so fancy
Can’t you taste this gold?
Remember my name
‘Bout to blow

– Iggy Azalea

Because nothing says fancy like being in bed by 7pm on a Friday.