Belated GPOYW. Final discussion section day of the quarter. Caffeinating with an iced espresso horchata. Yes. You read that right.

Belated GPOYW. Final discussion section day of the quarter. Caffeinating with an iced espresso horchata.

Yes. You read that right.

3.5.12.: Monday Check-In

Obsessing Over: Why I haven’t heard from the poet in over 24 hours.

Working On:  Final paper research (the modern sacred city? lived religion? eh eh?). My article on “sacred space” for the Encyclopedia on Psychology and Religion. Finishing a book on crime and segregation in Sao Paolo for Thursday, a.k.a. my last seminar of winter quarter.

Thinking About: How I want to react to what I’m obsessing over.

Anticipating: March 19, when I get to depart to Florida to get away from all of this madness to spend time with the grandparents, attend a college friend’s wedding, and see a bunch of folks I haven’t seen since graduation in… 2004.

Listening To: Jazz at Topics, which is my new place for doing All The Work.

Drinking: Coffee. Shocker, I know.

Wishing: That I understood other human beings. That I didn’t feel like a push-over or chump. That I could be okay as a totally, completely, self-sufficient, independent person. But of course, I can’t - because no one can. 

Happy Monday…

Welcome to Topics (by TopicsCoffeeUSA)

Instead of world travel, I’m heading over to my new favorite coffeeshop, explicitly marketed to freelancers and mobile workers.

Supersaturated

In the past two days, I read roughly 600 pages of academic reading; wrote two five-page papers; had three academic meetings; slept for a total of ten hours; drank four soy lattes, three cups of coffee, and I’m not sure how many cups of tea; sustained four longer-than-five-minutes non-academic conversations; and played three volleyball matches.

I’m so ready for a nap.

Or rather, I’m heading to the poet’s so we can cook and eat gypsy soup and cornbread and watch a movie while the weather continues to be wet and disgusting.

Any bets on how many minutes of the movie we’ll watch before I fall asleep?

Other Brother

The coffeeshop I’m at (one of my favorites in Evanston) is playing Lana Del Rey. The barista made me a killer soy latte. I had a hunk of chocolate zucchini bread (and no regrets). My meeting with a prof went well.

And now I’m going to pump out a 5-ish page paper on a book I haven’t finished and an article I haven’t read, before class at 3 p.m. (I also have to print it. Awesome.)

Staying positive.

Coffee FTW

A not-entirely-horrible, 5-page response paper (and moderate procrastination!) in just about 3.5 hours!

GPOYW “coffee in my face” edition. I have 4ish hours until class and 0/5 pages of a paper written for it. Ready go.

GPOYW “coffee in my face” edition.

I have 4ish hours until class and 0/5 pages of a paper written for it. Ready go.

Sometimes I hate being the one who has to make decisions about my life.

dearworld:

Why can’t I just dial a magic number and be connected to someone who will make the right decision for me?

This. All the way. Keep on keepin’ on with grad school? Leave of absence? Finish master’s and move on?

For now, I’ll just decide on coffee and a bagel. I know for sure that this is a solid choice.

“Feels like”

You know how ridiculous it is that the temperature right now is 17… but listed as “feels like 2”??? How is that even possible.

In other news, four hours of sleep is not enough, coffee and bagels may be my saving grace today, and now I need to finish writing a paper, edit the horrible spatial theory paper, and plunk up some sort of outline of things I want to talk about for my part of the presentation. Paper #1 needs to be done by my noon meeting. Then I have until 3 for the other stuff.

I’m a little regretful that I signed up for yoga class tonight, but I guess I’ll go, then go home to eat dinner (mmm an avocado awaits me) and then pass. out.

What a start

Had a dream where I was trapped in a laundry room, with a killer in the house. I sat there watching him for a while, watching him clean his gun, knowing he was hunting me, that I had no way out, that it was only a matter of time. And then he pushed open the door to find me, and I tried to shoot the gun I had but apparently didn’t know what I was doing, and he fired his first, and then I woke up, heart pounding.

My alarm went off a few seconds later, and for a brief second, I thought, whoa, I should learn to shoot a gun. Then I realized, there’s no way in hell.

Also, it’s still dark (at 6:40 a.m., the earliest I’ve been up in quite a while) and cold (12 degrees). So many reasons to go back to sleep, but I have no desire to go back to that dream, and anyway, there is so much work ahead of me before my 11 a.m. meeting.

I’m a little fixated on the idea of a sweater and coffee. On it…