I should really go to bed because I’ve been more productive than usual tonight. It’s also past 2 o’clock and I will have to leave for a conference for the afore mentioned midterm in less than six hours. I’m just about in bed, I swear… but I fell into bed and looked out my window with half-drawn curtains. The wind is blowing into the apartment of the creepy smoking lady. It is blowing her curtain-blinds around and thus playing with the lights on in that room across the street. There is a phantasmal quality to it. Maybe creepy smoking lady is a ghost.
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This is my first semester of university-level formal examinations. I must say I’m not very excited about them. I’m currently avoiding studying for my last midterm, a second exam on early East Asian history. I’m proud of myself (but shouldn’t be) for starting preparation a week in advance rather than a mere weekend. However, Kofun, Nara, and Heian periods later, here I am blogging instead. There is one term paper for Canadian Studies (which I’ve recently decided not to pursue as a minor concentration) I’m just as unexcited about… but it’s actually my only non-examination essay to hand in this semester. What a change from last year’s biweekly essays and take-home exams. I’ve done mediocre on the last few exams and am awaiting my mark for anthropology (Chinese Popular Culture- Ethnography/Film) which I enjoy so much but am also so intimidated by (300-level course compared to all the introductory courses I take) and was ill for at the midterm and the lowest mark C+ is probably mine. =( It’s not even a sentence is it…
The social life is going all right. I get to see most of my friends often enough that my walls don’t begin to shrink on me. There are a few people I’d like to see more often, or at least bump into. Hawa’s also coming from BC soon. I was also planting a very junior high crush on a boy from school but then I pretty much got over it, so that’s boring. If romantic things can’t happen irl for me, you’d think they could at least manifest themselves safely but in an interesting manner in my head, but really it’s just boring and about as unexciting as formal examinations now. I kind of miss being about twelve or thirteen and having giddy little girl crushes (not infatuations ’cause those aren’t so fun) on cute boys. But that’s a time past now I guess. We’re learning to talk about time and age in Chinese class and I had to make the sentence, “I will be twenty years old next year,” or Wo3 ming3 nian3 shi4 er4 shi2 sui4. Ew.
Ermm… something I am excited about: film progress. (more…)
