I rediscovered Great Big Sea this morning after listening to k’s choice on repeat made me stop focussing because I kept on either a) singing along, b) thinking about stuff, c) thinking enough about stuff to burst into happy tears and then have to explain to the maid that I’m actually ok (which I pulled off by discussing how much my niece looks like my mother –particularly when angry- and helping solve her rat problem at home).
Anyway it has been a while and I need a break from redoing ALL my graphs (again). How are things…?
Well I got a sewing machine for christmas which has been scratching a much-needed creative itch as well as making me scream, shout and throw tantrums. I have so far only made one item successfully which is awesome and I will post pictures when it is no longer a secret. I am also halfway through a top which has gathers that are making me pull my hair out, I have made 3 dresses (all of which are functional but make me look awful) and a bolero that is waiting for a fitting on CG.
I thin that is why the blogging has been falling away, I get my outlet by mangling pretty fabric.
But for the purposes of having a record one day, this is what is really happening;
I have to hand in my phd by the end of February. ie I have to get drafts in and out and corrected and rewritten, formatting done, paperwork done and somehow concentrate on the most boring thesis EVER. Really. I could have finished by now except that the superV has been difficult and I’m so fed-up I’m becoming lazy. And then I freak out because i can see the tuition fee bill and the all-nighters on the horizon.
Tomorrow marks two years with P1. I mean TWO YEARS? When did that happen? Write-up stress means that he often ends up with singed eyebrows for doing something that generally isn’t too bad but straws, camels and so on. I breathe a lot of fire lately. He is as stubborn as I am (so very), opinionated, occasionally belligerent and unbelievably patient with me (sometimes). And he is also kind, intelligent, generous and has a sense of humour just like me.
And two years ago tomorrow he picked me up to take me out and once we finally found a pace open on a Sunday evening we talked until we got kicked out, while I told him about nuclear physics and covered him in glitter (I still don’t know how I was covered in it but I had to spread the sparkly pain).
two years. sheeez.
In other news it’s my 10-year highschool reunion this year. I refuse to go unless I have graduated. I would skip it entirely but I have a few people to either thank or taunt.
Ten years? I’m getting so OLD!