What an eventful week. It's the last week of semester and I have been running on adrenalin and coffee. I'm going to be feeling this later, I just know it. I will probably be found sprawled out on the floor somewhere in my house, away with the clouds....
The week started off with an Irish coffee. Things were going good. I was doing an assignment, writing about a university reading. I was in the mood to do the assignment. There was some great music playing on my computer. I stopped for a moment to stretch my arms. And managed to pull a muscle in my right arm. I'm right-handed, so my left hand can't type well without its beloved other half. See, assignments can hurt you physically.
My job requires me to have two working hands. I'm a clothing alterations assistant and need to prep the clothes to be altered. Unpicking threads is my main task. Boy, is that difficult when you have limited mobility.
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The week started off with an Irish coffee. Things were going good. I was doing an assignment, writing about a university reading. I was in the mood to do the assignment. There was some great music playing on my computer. I stopped for a moment to stretch my arms. And managed to pull a muscle in my right arm. I'm right-handed, so my left hand can't type well without its beloved other half. See, assignments can hurt you physically.
My job requires me to have two working hands. I'm a clothing alterations assistant and need to prep the clothes to be altered. Unpicking threads is my main task. Boy, is that difficult when you have limited mobility.
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I ended up going to sleep at 5am on Wednesday. The hours around midnight are when I'm at my most motivated, unfortunately. And assignments needed finishing and editing. So, I was awake late.
Somehow I woke up at 8am that day to research another assignment, on postmodernism. I also decided to make cookies for my class that morning. Cookies from a boxed baking mix though. Class did start at 10am after all.
Not only did I bake cookies for my morning class, but I came back home during my break to make brownies (from a baking mix) for my afternoon class. I stayed awake for that afternoon class because of drinking about four cups of coffee throughout the day. (And I was supposed to be cutting back on my coffee intake.) Call me crazy, insane, nuts, to say the least.
I think wearing my red high tops all day yesterday caused me to walk abnormally: I may have pulled something in my left foot. Man, do I injure myself in the strangest ways or what? And it's the second time I hurt myself the day before work. I do like my job, honestly. I would have looked a right site hobbling around my workplace today (no, wait, that would be yesterday because now it's 4.31am) but I was in too much of a good mood to care.
One more class later this afternoon, and the semester will be over. And two essays after that, I will be on holiday for two months or so. I will probably spend most of that time working and sleeping. Sleep, what's that again?
Somehow I woke up at 8am that day to research another assignment, on postmodernism. I also decided to make cookies for my class that morning. Cookies from a boxed baking mix though. Class did start at 10am after all.
Not only did I bake cookies for my morning class, but I came back home during my break to make brownies (from a baking mix) for my afternoon class. I stayed awake for that afternoon class because of drinking about four cups of coffee throughout the day. (And I was supposed to be cutting back on my coffee intake.) Call me crazy, insane, nuts, to say the least.
I think wearing my red high tops all day yesterday caused me to walk abnormally: I may have pulled something in my left foot. Man, do I injure myself in the strangest ways or what? And it's the second time I hurt myself the day before work. I do like my job, honestly. I would have looked a right site hobbling around my workplace today (no, wait, that would be yesterday because now it's 4.31am) but I was in too much of a good mood to care.
One more class later this afternoon, and the semester will be over. And two essays after that, I will be on holiday for two months or so. I will probably spend most of that time working and sleeping. Sleep, what's that again?
This was written on my bus stop's schedule. I know it's graffiti, but it's also sweet.
All that remained of the cookies and brownies.
The sky around 5pm. Now that it's Winter, the sky is pitch black by 5.30pm. I adore Winter.
A face to go along with the words. I'm part-Indian, part-English (and part-Irish, according to my sister, but that hasn't been confirmed). Yes, my room is slightly untidy. In my defence, this was before I cleaned it up.
(About this post's title: When I was a kid, I used to think that was the lyric in "Jessie's Girl" by Rick Springfield. Well, it made sense in my five year-old mind. I really wouldn't mind being Jessie's girl now - he sounds like a nice lad.)
Reading: Wise Blood by Flannery O'Connor
Listening to: "Baker Baker" by my favourite redhead Tori Amos (seems appropriate), "Love" (live version) by Sugarland, "Secret Garden" by Bruce Springsteen
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