martinemonster

I know this probably only interests me, but since I had to write a short summary of the project for my masters thesis in English, I thought I´d post it so you all could finally know just what it is I´m working on. I, polite as always, place it beneath a cut so you don´t have to read it if you don´t want to.

( what the monster will be working on for the next 10 months )

I slept in today and it was awesome. I don´t think I´ve realized how badly I´ve been sleeping this past week until I actually slept well. Wow, I like myself better now the bags under my eyes are gone and it doesn´t feel like I´ve got sandpaper in my eyes.

I´m done reading the sources for my chapter and will start actually writing it as soon as I´ve had some breakfast.

In other, more disturbing, news, mirazandar gave me this link. Seems to me we´ve all been sorted into the lovely group of "urbanites". *shudder* I hate it when people pinpoint my goals and ideals and puts me in a group of others. Aren´t we all supposed to be individuals?

Why we are the yuppies of the 21st century:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urbanite

I'm at school, printing out stuff for my scientific assistant job and suddenly it hit me: In less than half an hour I'll have to admit to one of the most influential people in the entire history department that I have no idea what I'm doing with my own work. I'm having a bit of trouble breathing right now.




Iiiip.

I passed! I so passed! I would even go so far as to say that I almost nailed it! Wish I'd have said some things I didn't, forgot one article, but basically they gave me lots of praise and smiles. So awesome!

Then I picked up my next exam assignment and realized that if it had been a written exam I would have failed, because I really need to sit down and re-read the curriculum to answer this one. But hey, I have a week to prepare. See me preparing!

Okay, I have to dump some stuff on you guys now. I've recently managed to get something close to insomnia, something that happens quite often close to exams. Also, I just spent my last 5 dollars on a packet of cigarettes, even though I quit smoking and my fridge is basically empty (but hey, who doesn't love salmon fillets with salmon fillet for breakfast), and spent about 2 hours reading 10 pages from one of my books. Then, I panicked and decided I'd probably be one of those people who fail that exam (then I took another cigarette, and the feeling subsided).

All this was expected though, since it is the last two weeks of finals.

What was not expected however, was that we get our lecture assignments on Friday the 7th and not Monday the 10th. And I already told my family that I'd take the bus down to Arendal to visit them for my dad and brother's birthday. I mean, it's one thing to blow off reading the last two days before and exam, but to take a two day break during it is something quite different. I already bought my brother a great gift, and I really wanted to be there for the m since I haven't seen them in ages.

Then, to top it all off, it turns out that our application for money for the larp might be fucked for so many very boring reasons and I'll probably have to spend tomorrow, when I should have been studying for my other exam on Friday 7th, calling people and fixing things.

The world is winning this war, and I'm resenting it.

Finally. After what I would describe as no less than blood sweat and tears, I've gotten my hands on, and copied, the last article on my curriculum: "Post-Cold War Histiography in Norway". After a month of waiting, I finally gave up and went to the National Library to look for it. Turns out they only had one copy and it had to be special ordered for me, which would take an extra day. But now, I have it! I only have one thing to say, and that is: This article better be bloody brilliant! After a month of trying to get my hands on it, I definitely have high expectations.

Oh, and in other news, I no longer have a voice. I can't talk to people, my throat is so sore. The lady at the doctor's office this morning had to ask me 4 times to repeat my name because she couldn't understand what I was hissing. People stare at me when I cough. I think I'll go home to my tea and blankets.