Life as a Science

AM SOOO Stoked and Excited.
Just bought tickets to go see JERRY SPRINGER: THE OPERA in London tommorrow night.
Have wanted to see this musical since I learnt of its existence.
Will be outrageous. An entire musical based on Jerry Springer and his cross-dressing punk star-turned bornagain Christan-married to the neighbor's pet lover cockroach who cheated on his lesbian lover's duck friends. :)
So stoked.
:)


posted by sordaria @ 2:05 PM

Oh thank GOD. My heart started beating normally again this morning after reading the federal election results, showing a Liberal minority government. No alliance right-wing scary man to rule my country. Thank God.

Now that I know things are okay in the outside world, time to retreat into the library and back in time to UK colonization of Africa.


posted by sordaria @ 6:50 AM

In the words of Staind, 'It's been awhile'.

Hamster started repremanding me yesterday for not updating my blog, which I think is a little of the good ol' pot calling the kettle black, but he is right, I have been slack, so here's a new entry just for him. And the rest of you too. :)

The past 2 weeks have been a bit of a blur. I finished my exams two weeks ago today, and have been catching up on my sanity ever since. I've become completely engrossed in Euro2004 Football, watching practically every game on the big screen tvs in the brand new exclusive university club. I love it there...I'm there so much I already have a nickname from the bartender. The first day I went, I was wearing a tshirt that said 'army', and from then on, my name has been 'Army'. Not sure if I like it, but right now, I'll just go with it.

Had a bbq with the fellow canadians last night...was a wicked good time. Lots of meat, some champange to toast one year completed, and a plethora of druken stories of our friend's embarrassing moments to top off the night. These people are hillarious. :)
*clink, clink, clink...Susan and Thom will understand that. haha

And then it was back to the club to watch the Czech Republic take on Germany. The place was packed with tall, blond, strong..er...with German people of the male persuasion, and the game was really good, and the company was fantastic, so all in all, a great night.

Oh! I also have a new procrastination tool, as I am starting my dissertation and need distraction. www.friendster.com Do it. Sign up. It's fun. Believe me. :)

Okay, enough procrastinating. I've been up since 8, it's now 11:19, and I've done nothing productive except go the gym and then sit in the library staring at books (not reading them) and writing on the computer for 40 minutes. Right. Work time.

There. New Entry. Happy Hampster? Now it's your turn. :)
posted by sordaria @ 7:43 AM

Go listen to 'I would' by Longview.
We all have people we know we would do anything for. Anything in the whole entire world....but they probably don't even realize it. There may even be someone out there who would do this for us...but god knows we have no idea.
I can think of a few...a very small few...for whom I would go anywhere, do anything...do they deserve it? Who knows. All I know is, I'd do it. With a smile.
This post is about nothing and everything all at the same time.

posted by sordaria @ 11:26 PM

Aaarrgh. Feeling a little frustrated with the lot tonight.


posted by sordaria @ 8:18 PM

Well, another day, another game of footie. Germany vs Holland, and both came out with one goal. Rough game though...too much testosterone. ;)
I joined a gym today, and got back on the rowing machines after 2 months of not touching them on doctor's orders to heal my back. I have a feeling I will be whining about stiffness tommorrow.

urgh. am in a 'mood' again. I wish I could take a photo....put the right items together, create that perfect lighting...get that side of the face, or that look in the eyes, or that glimpse of sunlight upon clouds...something to try to relate this mood. I can't do it properly with words...can't figure out how... It's weird. There are only two places on earth I'd like to be right now. One is on Signal hill, near sunset, standing over the harbour entrance, watching the waves swirl below, but gazing far out to sea, watching the ocean slowly turn from grey to red to black as the sun falls below the horizon. Sitting on the wall, legs dangling towards the ocean, pulling my sweater around me as the ocean breeze whips my hair around. Smelling the sea, listening to the gulls, tasting the salt in the air. The other place is cape spear....and I'd like to be standing at the point, and I'd like it to be night, and I'd like there to be a full moon. I stood there once during a full moon....sitting on the fence, legs curled under me, gazing at the moon and it's reflection on the water, and the thousands of stars blinking down at us, unobstructed by any sources of unnatural light, so far from the blazing city.

Basically, I want the ocean. I need to sit and look at it, and have it do its thing and ignore me completely.
posted by sordaria @ 7:44 PM

Hmmm...am in weird mood. With exams done, I spend my days finding random ways to fill the vacant hours, and have ended up playing lots of frisbee, tennis, ultimate frisbee and watching lots of football (that's soccer, you north americans) in the brand new University Club (it looks like a country club..only open to grad students...super cool). Tonight we sat around playing cards after the game, and I got into this weird funk. Think I was just tired, but I got annoyed and quiet and it was strange.....a weird jealous feeling I couldn't explain as I watched my friends laugh and joke with each other. Strange. I'm out of it now though, and really should apologize to them for being such a buttmunch. ;)
Anyway, in other things, I got suckered (by myself) into Borders today, and bought 3 CDs and a book (Richard Dawkins, THe Selfish Gene...such a nerd). So, right now, I am happily enjoying the new sounds of Stereophonics, Lauryn Hill and Tracey Chapman playing through my computer crappy-yet-passable speakers. It was a tough call, as it was 3 for 20 pounds, and this Jeff Buckley CD was just screaming my name, but I know I have a lot of his stuff already on my computer, and as Pam is an addict, I can borrow her stuff...right hun? ;) So, I passed it up for Tracey Chapman. It was like having four kids drowning and only being able to save three. Traumatic.
Spent a really enjoyable afternoon just wasting time with Jamie, randomly walking around downtown oxford, retracing steps over and over again as we shopped for random items and bought drink after drink to rehydrate dehydrated me and searched for cargo shorts and flipflops. Only one more week to hang with the J-man before he heads back to Boston. Not that he reads this, but I'll miss you man. Within the next month, oxford will change it's meaning for me, as friend after friend leaves, and then I leave as well, to return home. It's strange...it's gone so quickly, and yet, so much as happened to me, so much has happened and changed and altered, that it seems as if 10 years has passed since I stepped on that plane back in september. Easily a lifetime ago. There were times when I thought I really wouldn't make it, but it would appear as if I'm still standing.
I've even got myself a suntan.

posted by sordaria @ 9:20 PM

Okay, I think that's it. That's the sign that I need to break the silence, because I have to realize I have no claim -- I have said nothing, done nothing, yet seem to think I own the rights. And if I am to relinquish those rights for good, I have to do so by opening admitting to wanting them.
So there it is.
It's a question of when, but after tonight, it may have to be sooner than I had planned.
posted by sordaria @ 11:12 PM

Halfway through this hell they call exams.
Mom called tonight to wish me a happy pre-birthday, and I answered with a startled, "holy crap! I turn 23 tommorrow!"
Not that I had FORGOTTEN really, but it keeps slipping my mind as I fill it up with random ideas from the consuming world that is medical anthropology.
23....that's got some serious repercusions. When I was 19-21, 23 was the age I always thought it would be super cool to be. Dunno why really, but 23 was the ideal age for someone I wanted to date, the ideal age for being young and having fun, etc. That's a lot to live up to.
It's funny how we have perceptions like that. I remember being in grade 3 and looking at the grade 6 kids and marvelling at how OLD and BIG they were, and then, we I reached grade six, not feeling any of that assurance and knowledge I thought for sure would be there. Same thing for looking at the seniors when I was a mere junior high student, and the university students, all the way through highschool. Especially the graduate students, as an undergrad. And each time I reach that new level, I don't feel like the cool, knowledgable, self-important 'self' I thought existed there.

Enough ramblings for tonight. Time for sleep. Tommorrow's exam has the potential to smack me upside the head.
posted by sordaria @ 7:40 PM

Wow.
A guy just came and sat across the table from me here in the library, and the smell of his cologne (which I suppose is rather strong) instantly reminded me of high school. I'm not sure exactly what PART of high school, but something about sitting outside on the grassy banks by the parking lot with friends at lunchtime, soaking in the sun.
Someone must have been wearing cologne like that then.

Smell memory is so funny.


posted by sordaria @ 6:42 AM

Have a listen to Dar Williams "It Happens Everyday". Beautiful song, but the meaning doesn't really hit until the last line.

In other news, I'm in a battle of wills with my sinuses, who have decided that this would be the appropriate time to get full of gunk and bug me about it. Yes. Right when my exams are starting. PERFECT.

Tommorrow is exam numero uno. Wish me luck.

Must find a white carnation to wear. Oh, the oxford customs. :)
posted by sordaria @ 7:12 PM

Oh my god.
Am never taking NyQuil again.
Have such a NyQuil hangover.

...hello little chirpy bird....stupid bird...stop chirping at me and spinning around in circles like the room is spinning....

urgh
posted by sordaria @ 8:24 AM

Okay, get this:

There was this theory in anthropology (coming out of psycho stuff with Freud) that one of the reasons cultures had menstrual taboos is that men are so afraid of seeing blood flow from between the legs because it reminds them of castration. The theory posists that the greater the fear of castration in a culture, the greater the menstrual taboos.

Like, OH MY GOD. Could you males BE more full of yourselves???
WE'RE bleeding, and you're off saying it's all about your fears....FUCK.

I don't mean 'you males' as directed at any guys reading this...I mean male anthropologists of days gone by....sheesh. Sheesh again.

I mean, WTF, mate?
posted by sordaria @ 12:55 PM

Beginning to envy the pigeons outside the library window.

When you'd prefer to be a flying rat than yourself, you know these exams have got to stop consuming your life.


posted by sordaria @ 2:02 PM

I am slowly going crazy...1 2 3 4 5 6 switch...crazy going slowly am I.. 6 5 4 3 2 1 switch..I am slowly going cr --

I really am you know.

god damn med anth...
posted by sordaria @ 7:07 AM

Just printed out all the notes I've made over the past four weeks of reviewing that I now have one week to get into my head.
There's a LOT of them.

*whimper whimper*
posted by sordaria @ 7:26 AM