Tired...So tired

UGH.

Today's schedule was a little insane. The alarm woke me up at 7:15am, and after working a full day at the bookstore, I'm finishing the day's project work at 12:15am. The reason I'm stopping? Not because I have nothing else to do or my brain is too tired... it's because my eyes sting from being open and focussed on the screen for so long (which is why this is a brief blog).

With that complaining out of the way, I am now expecting a defence date in late August.

I have also considered adopting the CC tag so drunkenly assigned to me.


Also also, I am now mastering the Chicago style. yeah me. I'll be pissed if I have to reformat my project again for the external/secondary readers.

Project Defence

I am now done the first complete copy of my project. It is now up to my supervisor to hand out those oh-so-essential revision notes. We've been working on them as we go, so I'm hoping for nothing more than a small handful of quick-fixes (oh god please) and bibliography. I'm not sure if I need a longer conclusion or not. Either way, if nothing unexpected bites me in the ass with this paper, I should have about 2 days work left.

Of course, now that I've said that, something will bite my aforementioned ass.

and for the record, when I emailed Ray about a defence date, I spelled Defence incorrectly in the subject heading.

The Humanity! Poor tomatoes.

Those who have not heard from me in the past week may have deduced this, but it's been a busy few days. I started my new job on Monday, and I feel less poor already (yay!) Nevertheless, there have been a few noticeable side affects of said employment. Side affect numero uno: the lack of free time. By the time I'm done work I barely feel like a workout (especially because half the 4:45pm classes are yoga--which is, shall we say, less intense than I normally go in for). Fortunately for me, I won't have time to work out for at least the next two weeks. damnit. I have to finish my project ASAP, which is hard to care about after moving books around all day. Despite my *pllllt* mentality, it must be done. It's even harder than normal, however, because my family is in town for 10 days, and it's basically the only relatives (aside from immediate family of course) that I actually like. They=fun distraction. Double damnit. To top in off, the old Australia folk are in town, and I find them rather entertaining as well, which means a whole lot of distraction. Arg.

In the meantime, I have discovered that my constant absence from the apartment is rather devastating to my tomatoes. They clearly have not been watered in days, and now hate me. They both have clearly lost flowers and thus, potential tomatoey goodness. *sigh*

To those who have not heard from me, I have received your messages and have a very guilty sense about not calling you straight back. The choice is now between a shower and heading to bed, or the call-back. and that pillow is looking pretty appealing, which is saying something, because I don't even use a pillow. Hopefully things will slow down in the next few days. Hopefully my tomatoes will forgive me. Damnit.

House of Fame: An Addition

Please Note the newest link on the blog to one House of Fame. I believe you will enjoy Chaucer's pirating adventures as much as I did.

Disclaimer: This blog is not responsible for injury caused by the aforementioned link. This link is designated as a level 5 Pretentiousness risk, and may cause occasional rolling of eyes.

Longest Blog Ever

I discovered, to my horror and disappointment, that currently, there are no readily available English translations of Nicholas Trevet's commentary on Boethius's Consolation of Philosophy. Why, you might ask, is this so shocking? Well, it is shocking because the bloody text has been used as the primary source of medieval interpretation on Boethius since the late 1300's. Granted, I'm using my English Masters arithmetic skills here, but I believe that gave scholars approximately 700 years to get their collective shit together. Now here I am, with the option of translating 200+ pages of Latin (which I have only a passing familiarity with), or learn Spanish, and try and read that translation. There may or may not be an Italian translation available. My frustration forced me to leave the library at about that point. In all, there are about 8-9 translations of all of Trevet's work, most of which focus on a completely different text than I need (though they are interesting'Chaucer based his Man of Law's Tale on the other text in question). The point is, I now sit here, hooped. Well, as I'm writing this in the car on my way to Swift Current, it's actually a combination of hooped and car-sick.

On the plus side, I have now transferred all of my hand-written research to electronic text, which makes things MUCH easier to find. God bless you control F. I can now claim to have a fairly deep understanding of Neoplatonic thought. Aquinas and Aristotle are a little hazy, but as my research doesn't deal with them in the least, I'm good.

Anyway, once I finally got to the family reunion in Swift, I proceeded to make small talk for 3 days straight. It's amazing how cliche your life sounds when you have the same stories memorized:
"Yes, I'm the one who was working on my masters.
No, I'm no longer dating the med student, he was an ass.
Yes, I'm still in school, but I'm moving to Australia in Mid-October.
No, I don't know how long I will be there.
Yes, I'm dating someone new, that's why I'm going to Australia."
The universal response: "oh, good for you, what will you do in Australia?"
Me: "as little as possible."
Polite laughter followed by uncomfortable silence and the silent promise to never go to another family reunion without massive quantities of alcohol.

To top it all off, I missed Jess and Kate's party, where I hear some bold individuals went quasi-nude for the sake of a bet. All I know is that their pictures will be WAY better than mine.

Buffer

Well, I feel that a tasteful transition is necessary for further blogging to continue, and this is pretty much the best that I could come up with. Future bloggings shall commence shortly.

Grandpa

It happened a little while ago.

Canada Day

Yesterday was the trip to Swift Current. While there with my Mom, Dad, and James, we had to make funeral arrangements for my grandpa. I thought it was a little morbid to pick out his clothes already until we went to the Home and saw him. His appearance was a little shocking. He was non-responsive, which isn't much of a change from last time, but I didn't think it was possible for him to get any skinnier than he was before. Lots of difficulty breathing. Dad got a call on his way back to Saskatoon saying that it would be soon. We're just waiting now.