Week 13 (Oct. 4th - Oct. 10th) + Week 14 (Oct. 11th - 17th) + Week 15 (Oct. 18th - Oct. 24th) - I'm doing something completely unprecedented. Yes, as you can see from above, I'm squeezing 3 weeks into one blog post. Complete madness you say? Yes, I know, but I must for reason that I have sequestered myself in the backroom of our house since the beginning of week 14 and I plan on staying in here until the end of week 16, that is how much work I have to do, I swear I'm not even procrastinating. My 3 main papers are all due at the end of Oct. but they equivicate to approx. 30 pages total worth of intense critical analysis and threory. I very literally have no life. I had a reminence of life in week 13, but that has since vanished. I do have a funny story from week 13 though. So lets go into that...
So Michael bribed us with $50 and two bottles of passion pop to leave the house for the evening (i think Wednesday night) so he could throw a proper bucks party (bachelor party) for his mate at our house. I had class til 9pm so I met up with the girls on queen st. and we went bowling. Since bowling is an awful sport(?) that is more fun to make fun of than actually play, we got bored quite quickly. Oh I also lost at our bowling game. And if loosing wasn't enough, I had to loose while wearing the fucking ugliest shoes. Bowling may be the only sport that adds insult to injury. Anyway, it was getting close to 11pm and all we wanted to do was be at home. So we devised a plan of sneaking into our house. Not a complicated plan or anything, just go undetected and be quite, which shouldn't have been very hard with rowdy drunk guys being entertained by a nude female. She should have been diversion enough. Only problem is we had to sneak past the front gate to Michael's entry way where the love tub is and consequentially where everyone was. We walk up our street when we see one of Michael's friends leave the party and head to his car, luckily his back was turned toward us and we sprinted back down the street and dived behind a low wall and waited for his car to pass. We were stealth and went unnoticed, this was operation "we just wanna be in our house, dammit!" Attempt #2: we run back up the street duck behind the fence where the guys were just on the other side, and yet another effing guy is leaving the party. At this point it was clear this stripper, or naked waitress, or whatever she was, wasn't doing her job! We stop in our tracks, stand up straight, and turn around and casually walk back down the hill. Just three random girls taking a stroll at 11pm, ya know, as girls do. He probably saw us and knew who we were. Oh well, whatever, that's why we're grad students and not spies. So he leaves and we turn around. Attempt #3: Not giving an eff anymore we sloppily and hastily run up the street, past the fence, and down the driveway and make it inside. We notice the bottom of the staircase has a collected puddle of water and then look opposite of that and find a gaping hole in the bottom of the wall. That was not there before! No less than 30 minutes later do a couple of the drunk boys come downstairs. One in particular who had problems keeping his pants up, which made for awkward conversation, as he proceeded to apologize that his foot accidentally went through the wall (we found out in the morning that this guy was so drunk he opened the door thinking it was the bathroom and not realizing it was stairs he went tumbling down the stairs and his foot went through the wall - he wasn't seriously injured or anything so we can laugh about this). Than he passed out drunk on our couch. We ended up jacuzzy-ing with a couple of the guys for a little while, but I had to get up early and continue working on papers so I didn't hang out for long or drink (which I was very proud of myself for). In the morning I was sitting at the kitchen counter when all of a sudden water starts seeping through the ceiling creating what I can only describe as an unwanted ceiling waterfall feature to our home. EFF! I ran upstairs and screamed for Michael to turn the water off and Lina ran and gathered towels and trashcans to soak up the pool of water. Michael realized the groom had thrown up in the sink next to the washing machine and pulled out the washing machine hose when he did, so when Michael did his laundry the water went EVERYWHERE on his floor and seeped through to us. I seriously hope, for the well being of this house, that Michael never throws a bucks party again!
Other than that and occasionally (very rarely) hanging out with people from my program, I have been inside, reading, writing, and researching. I am currently drowning in a sea of theory, and this is an awesome break from theory right now. My schedule is, wake up around 8am, make breakfast, hole myself up in the room around 9am, write, read and do research until 1pm, have lunch and talk to family, go back in the room at 2pm, re-ammerge around 5pm to make human contact with the roomies for a little bit, go back in the room and come back out around 7pm for dinner, 8-9pm go back into the room until I mentally exhaust myself for the day around 1-2am. wake up at 8am and start process all over again. When I said I have no life, I meant it. So, this has been week 14 for me, and I will predict week 15 and 16 will be the same, no different, maybe worse depending on how much I get done everyday. So, if you haven't heard from me, don't take it personal, no one other than my parents have really heard from me recently. I'm leaving for Thailand in less than two weeks and I don't even know where I'm staying for the most part because I haven't had time to book places. This is my communication with you guys so you know I'm alive and well. Actually, the "well" part is debatable. So, this will be my final update before Thailand. Stay tuned for some good stories from there!
Constructivist theory states I create my social reality therefore I am the reason I have no life,
Jillian aka, Jilly, Jillypet, Jillybean, J-Dilla, J-Bones and sometimes Crab Cakes
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