Procrastinations thats not really procrastination.

I survived the on slot of tests. I think I might have actually passed most of them. or at least the Geography one thanks in large part to the fucking awesome notes of Laura and Shannon. This week is Week of the Papers, the sequel. I have three due next week. One hardly even counts. Its only a 700 word reading assignment, which is submitted on webCT. Easy peasy. The second is slightly more challenging. a Map assignment. Its basically a desciption of an old map in 1000 words or less (I will resist the 'A picture is worth a thousand words' cliche right now). I'll have to put some brain power in to that, but not much.

The last one though, that has me nervous. Its a Research Project. No, I take that back, its THE research project. My first primary research encounter. My proof that I can be an Anthropologist. The 16 pages that will mark my entry in to the world of academic contributions and informant interviews. Its a very intimidating project. It's also been fantastically fun up until this exact point.

Description and Analysis of Research. Its terrifying. Methods and Methodology was easy. So was literature review. I transcribed informant interviews, gave said informants clever pseudonyms that are highly entertaining to me, but that know one in the general population could possibly understand. It's like having an inside joke with yourself, and it was possibly my favourite part of the entire project.

All of that was actually kind of fun. But now I have to analyse my findings and I am stuck. Its the classic problem of I know what I want to say, I just don't know how to say it. I tried writing out everything as it came to me just to get it out so I could go back and try again with some finesse, but no matter how I tried it's horribly disjointed and amature. GAH! It's worse that being rushed because of procrastination. at least then you can blame and problems on being rushed but I'm not rushed. All my research is done, Lit review is done and Methods is mostly done. I tried the Intro I had the same disjointed issue and I can't write the conclusion until everything else is done.

The project is due next Wednesday. In any other situation if I had this much work completed nearly a week before the due I would have thought the heavens had opened up and God was literally smiling down at me. Life would be all Sunshine and Roses. All that bullshit, but for some reason, I'm not getting warm and happy feelings. I'm getting panicky. There has to be a way to convey my analysis to another human being, on paper, and have that human being understand me. ARGH!

Maybe I should work on my map assignment while I'm freaking.

23 years and 19 days

The end of the Fall/Winter term is fast approching at York University. The week after next and finals have already started for me. My first one was yesterday. I have two more next week, and another in April not to mention an assignment and a research project due on the 2nd. Yeah, I'm a busy girl. A very busy girl. I've become even more of a hermit because I don't have the time or energy to do anything other than read anf type. Even then I can only type education related things. Seriously. I've been staring at my computer screen for 10 minutes trying to pound out a decent blog entry.

I came up with two options. Unable to decide on which one I would focus on, I have decided to blend to completely unrealted topics in to one entry.

First topic. My Birthday was on Thrusday. I am 23. I don't feel 23. hell, I didn't even feel 22. I think I stopped aging about 7 months after my 20th birthday. At that point I was well in to my first year of university and had adapted well enough to survive and I stuck there. Worse, I have 2 more years a head of me. Anyway. I aged. I didn't really do anything to commerate that fact, but there it is. I am 23 years old. 23 is a scary number. 24 will be scarier. My mother was married by the time she was my age, married so long she was no longer eligable for the newlywed game. Hell! she was knocked up with me by her 23rd birthday! Not that I should be comparing myself to her cause that whole marriage thing didn't work too well for her now did it.

I kinda hate birthdays now. After 19 they aren't fun anymore. They become reminders of all the things you have yet to accomplish and how much time you've wasted. Or is that just me? I think I should just stop counting birthdays. Yeah, ill start marking my progress through life by...um.... Leap Years. There are fewer of them so I'll only have to have apanic attack every 4 years. So there. Thats my new plan.

Oh crap. There's one next year...... Oh well.

on to the second topic. Wanna know how long it takes to lsiten to 1500 songs on iTunes? 19 days. Yeah, it takes 19 days. I was scrolling through my iTunes library eariler this month and I noticed how many songs I had that I have never even listened to and I thought 'Hey, whats the bloody point?'. I always end up listening to the ones in playlists but I haven't bothered to makea new play list months. So I decided to listen to every one and delete the ones I didn't like and put the ones I did like in to play lists so I'll stop listening to the same 82 songs over and over. I figured it would take a week. After all I could skip all the Christmas songs, theres 92 right there I could skip. And the movie soundtracks could be skipped, there 116 gone. And the 82 I always listen to can so be skipped. That about 1500 songs out of 1716 (I can't be bothered to actually count). How bad could it be right? I mean I'm stuck to my computer these days anyway.

Yeah, playlists didn't get made (though a few were expanded) and I think I deleted maybe 20 songs. Most of those were duplicates.

But anyway, if you ever wanted to know how long it takes to get through that many songs, now you know. Nearly 3 weeks.

4.9 days my ass, iTune you liar!

Too busy to blog

Too much to do. Research project, map assignement, critical reading paper, and 3 finals all in about a 10 day span. I just have one this to say.

http://health.yahoo.com/experts/weilhealthyliving/328/can-black-pepper-be-poisonous

So if this pepper allergy doesn't kill me, it might be benifitical! Finally! a positive to the whole thing. I needed that.

Joshua Tree, 20 years and still awesome

Anyone who knows me, knows I am slightly obsessed with U2. I heart Bono something fierce. The Edge, and Adam and Larry too. I went to see them in September 2005 when they were in Toronto. I was in the nosebleeds, but it was still one of the most awesome experiences of my life. They played songs I have long known by heart and a few I hadn't heard before.

And while all the albums rock, Joshua Tree is my favourite. I love War and Boy, I really love How to dismantle and atomic bomb, but if I had to choose only one album I'd choose Joshua Tree. OK that's a lie, I'd pick the best of Us- 1980-1990 because it has all the best songs from the 80's which includes my all time fave song, Sunday Bloody Sunday, as well as most of Joshua Tree, but that's not really an album, its a compilation.

Because JT is my favourite, today is a special. Today is the 20th anniversary of the day this gloriously emotional and beautiful album was released in to the world (http://music.yahoo.com/promo-22316283-207-20070131-). 20 years ago today I was 2 weeks from my third birthday and still adjusting to a move to Canada so I don't remember a damn thing about that day, I didn't even know who U2 was because my parents listened to country (shut up, we were from Texas.) but that doesn't mean today isn't important.

The fact that I was little more than an infant and completely unaware of any music aside from the sesame street theme and 'wheels on the bus' doesn't mean that today is unimportant. Quite the opposite. Websites, and well known websites at that, are mentioning this anniversary. They are talking about a 20 year old album from a band that isn't currently touring, hasn't released an album in 2 and half years, and has no release date for the next album. Damn. When you look at it that way, you have to think that must be a very important album.

Raise your Guinness. Here's to the greatest living rock band!

(BTW, I wrote this during class, and about half way through the first half a very smelly girl came and sat next to me. She was nice but I was distracted so there may be more mistakes than normal.)

Puppy Love con't

The Puppy's name has been changed again and hopefully for the final time. Shasta jsut didn't suit her and I refused to allow her to be called Abby since it was too close to my last dog's name (Abel).

Now her name is Jasmine. As in Princess Jasmine. Wold you expect anything less than for me to name my dog after a disney princess?