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Day 3 – No More Talk of Marking. Forget These Wide-Eyed Fears, I’m Here.

Marking is definitely taking a toll. Brain dying. Eyes burning. So many denotations, connotations, mythologies, ideologies and discourses going ’round and ’round in my brain.

Let’s think of something else…

Basically me when I got home tonight

Basically me when I got home tonight

Nope. I got nothing. Oh well, just a few left tomorrow. I think I’ll use this exhaustion as an opportunity to go to sleep early for once.

Also this weather is killing me. It’s like living in a universe constructed by The Smiths. I just want the sun to come back. So please, please, please, let me, let me, let me, get what I want this time…

Things I did today instead of working:

  • Listened to the *NSYNC/Bieber ‘Girlfriend’/’Boyfriend’ mashup in the office with CH. My jam.
  • Snapchatted MT various lip-syncing videos. I had to respond to his ‘Hold On We’re Going Home’ video in order to show him that he was doing it wrong. If you’re gonna do Drake hands, you gotta do it well.
  • Seriously, I worked really hard today. I have nothing else to confess.

Random royal pop lyrics of the day:

All of these things people told me
Keep messing with my head
Should’ve picked honesty
Then you may not have blown it

Justin Timberlake

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Day 1 – Unwritten (Thesis)

Today is the first day of my MA. It’s like the postgrad office is that LOST island and I’m Jack Shepherd, disoriented and stumbling around, listening to people freak out in the distance. Instead of being crushed by bits of plane, their struggles are more about deadlines and word counts. That was the first and last episode I ever saw of that programme so perhaps I should have picked a different show to use as a comparison. I also heard [FOUR YEAR OLD SPOILER ALERT] that they ended up in purgatory which I guess could be taken as either a really bleak or fairly accurate assessment of life as a postgrad. I’m quite sick today so maybe it’s not too far off from the current situation.

I know that feel, bro.

I know that feel, bro.

I did some marking but because I’m on the edge of [influenza] glory, I didn’t get as much done as I would have liked. Friday is going to be so busy now. It’s probably for the best though. I don’t want to give all my students sneeze essays – clearly that’s a privilege that should be reserved for the best. However, I did stock my office with incredibly important things such as highlighters, instant noodles, photos of my friends, an eyelash curler, a mirror and several Tina Belcher clippings. I’d say it was still a pretty productive day.

In terms of thesis work, I printed out my original EOI and now I have 30 days to plump it up and make it official. Can you say Literature Review? I can’t. At least not without crying a little. Hopefully the academic stylings of my pals J-Mitt and H-Jen will help me get pumped up for the year ahead.

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Yeah, baby!

Let’s go baby, let’s go!  *clap clap clap-clap-clap*

(Seriously though, I’m actually so excited.)

Things I did instead of working:

  • Sniffled and put my head on the table until the room stopped spinning.
  • Thought about the fact that The Smiths are wrong. Being hit by a double-decker bus sounds like a horrific way to die.
  • Bought a jersey from Cotton On because I “needed” that colour.
  • Synced Andy Gibb’s Greatest Hits to my iPhone because I Just Want To Be His Everything.

Random angsty lyrics of the day:

Wish the best for you
Wish the best for me
Wished for infinity
If that ain’t me

I can’t give it up
To someone elses touch
Because I care too much

– The XX