Thinking.

For the past couple of days, I’ve been wandering around writing blog posts in my head. Which would have been fabulous if I had bothered to write any of it down. Sadly, I didn’t (as I always remember come exam time, my memory isn’t as good as I like to pretend it is).

So here are some random things I have been thinking lately:

*You know it’s cold when your contact lenses fog up when you go inside… when you’re at the bar and it seems more full than it really is because no one is taking their parkas off… when you look like a little old lady because your brown hair has frosted white from your breath… when you can’t remember the last time you took off your long johns… when you only style the bottom half of your hair because the top half will have a toque attached to it.

*It is disappointing when a lovely friend starts a lovely new relationship with another lovely person, only to go through a less than positive change in personality. She has changed, he hasn’t. Is it a strange compromise on her part? Is this a face she has created for the world outside her head, her “relationship face”? Or, and this is where I get concerned, is this who she has always wanted to be and her ’single gal persona’ was actually the created public face?

*I am on pins and needles waiting for the new battery for my new camera to arrive. As the camera was new to me (but old to someone else), the battery was sufficiently drained when I received it. Thankfully I had enough time with it to determine that yes, Mr. Circus is a peach and I love this piece of equipment. (ahem, the equipment would be the camera)

*I may have mentioned before, but we are currently “storing” a piece of exercise equipment for a friend. His apartment is being converted into condos meaning he will soon have to move. And as this equipment was simply taking up room in his hallway and holding up mounds of clothing, we offered to “store” it for him while he’s still in his apartment and while he moves.  While it isn’t the best (okay, it’s crap. It’s a Tony Little Gazelle.. ick), it gives us something to do over the next few months of winter while we wait for the streets to be bare and bike season to start up again.  So for now, we are trying to eat more vegetables (because that’s really as close as we get to ‘watching what we eat’) and using this scary machine a few times a week. Maybe I should have prefaced this blurb by saying “storing” this machine is currently our only plan for getting into wedding shape.

*This is one we all know, but time moves slowest when we are waiting for something specific. I’m waiting for Wednesday to get some news about a friend, and it’s hard to wait for the days to pass while also trying not to get your hopes up. Cryptic, I know, but that’s really all I have to say about that.

*Thinking of jumping on the themed day train… briefly thought about it, decided against it. My life is full of enough dead lines and “must do’s”, I don’t want to feel I must write about something specific. Then this would just feel like another essay. Blech.

*Speaking of essays, tomorrow I start my last semester of school. Ever. Because unlike friends of mine, I have zero plans on going to grad school. I realize my degree is useless as is and I’m prepared to deal with that. If I have to go to school again, I might just jump off a bridge. And there’s a pretty big one between home and school, so it would totally be a possibility. Yes, 4 months, about 120 days, in 6 essays, 8 (or 12) exams and numerous cups of coffee from now, I will have finally graduated from one of the most painful things I’ve done this wonderful experience.

Bon soir.

.Waiting.

I am not a patient person. Not when it comes to uncertainty. When it comes to waiting for Christmas, or the oven timer, I’m okay. Dandy, even. But when waiting for something and the results are a complete mystery, I both want it to happen now and never, all at the same time.

Yes, that’s right folks, we’ve now entered the portion of our event where I wait for my final grades.  So far, it looks like the judges have deemed me in need of a year long vacation from the academia, while the home crowd is still cheering “One more term!” over and over.

Now that it looks like I will be heading towards Dean’s Vacation, I am beginning to wish it wasn’t so. Despite wanting to take a break and do some work and make some money and pay some bills, it would also be nice to be done. As in graduated. As in never have to be a student ever again. As in champagne and confetti.

Now all I can do, however, is wait for my last two grades to come in. And experiencing a mix of being on the edge of my seat while simultaneously hiding under the covers. I suppose I should bring the covers to the seat and settle in for a few days of anxiety.

Somebody pass the Nog.