Being a rubbish blogger and dissertation writer
Sorry. Having not posted in over a month.
Anyhow, so I'm writing these silly dissertations. Argh. I know exactly what i'm trying to argue and prove in both history and poltics, but it's a case of sitting down and writing a combined total of 17,000 words. I have a fortnight to finish my history, and five weeks for politics. I can't wait to get my history finished, so at least I'll feel like that i've done something, I feel that i've just spent the last semester arsing around not getting stuff done, but when I stop and take stock of it, I've been in that library virtually every day and have maaahooosive files of notes and articles, and detailed plans and heck, I've actually written nearly a third of my history. It'll be nice to have it all bound up into proper little book thingys with the university crest embossed on it.... god, i'm such a sucker for stuff like that!
I'm going to feel like this for the next four years. After many months of forms and interviews and writing darned research propsals and waiting for the bloody post, I'm pleased as punch 'cos i've secured funding for a PhD right here, in Sheffield. Oh yes. The ESRC are going to both be the blessing and bane of my life for the next four years, and undoubtly I'll spend three years and eleven months feeling that I've done nothing. Still, i'm attempting to do some stuff about feminism, the state and war. In short. And i'm so excited about it! Am such a geek. but right now, a happy geek that has yet to hit earth! Can't belive that anyone thinks that i'm clever enough to do a PhD. I feel like an impostor being enrolled on a degree course thank you very much.
Oh, and wasn't Dr. Who scary tonight? I think that I secretly enjoy freaking myself out. wibble. gassy ghostly forms. eeek.
Oh, and my running. For some mad, stupid, insane reason, i signed up to do race for life. you can sponsor me kill myself attempting to run 5K for cancer charitdeee http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/lauramcleod . I totally was not built for running: at all. I don't care what people say: it's not getting easier! and i do excercise, a lot. I go to the gym, and ballet. I live in sheffield for God's sake, on the top of a hill, I exercise every time I'm late for a seminar! But I just can't run. Not without wanting to kill people.
I want to kill people now because i'm supposed to be writing my history dissertation. rahh. First night that i've had in for ages and ages: deliberatly in order to do some work, and I've just not done any.
Anyhow, so I'm writing these silly dissertations. Argh. I know exactly what i'm trying to argue and prove in both history and poltics, but it's a case of sitting down and writing a combined total of 17,000 words. I have a fortnight to finish my history, and five weeks for politics. I can't wait to get my history finished, so at least I'll feel like that i've done something, I feel that i've just spent the last semester arsing around not getting stuff done, but when I stop and take stock of it, I've been in that library virtually every day and have maaahooosive files of notes and articles, and detailed plans and heck, I've actually written nearly a third of my history. It'll be nice to have it all bound up into proper little book thingys with the university crest embossed on it.... god, i'm such a sucker for stuff like that!
I'm going to feel like this for the next four years. After many months of forms and interviews and writing darned research propsals and waiting for the bloody post, I'm pleased as punch 'cos i've secured funding for a PhD right here, in Sheffield. Oh yes. The ESRC are going to both be the blessing and bane of my life for the next four years, and undoubtly I'll spend three years and eleven months feeling that I've done nothing. Still, i'm attempting to do some stuff about feminism, the state and war. In short. And i'm so excited about it! Am such a geek. but right now, a happy geek that has yet to hit earth! Can't belive that anyone thinks that i'm clever enough to do a PhD. I feel like an impostor being enrolled on a degree course thank you very much.
Oh, and wasn't Dr. Who scary tonight? I think that I secretly enjoy freaking myself out. wibble. gassy ghostly forms. eeek.
Oh, and my running. For some mad, stupid, insane reason, i signed up to do race for life. you can sponsor me kill myself attempting to run 5K for cancer charitdeee http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/lauramcleod . I totally was not built for running: at all. I don't care what people say: it's not getting easier! and i do excercise, a lot. I go to the gym, and ballet. I live in sheffield for God's sake, on the top of a hill, I exercise every time I'm late for a seminar! But I just can't run. Not without wanting to kill people.
I want to kill people now because i'm supposed to be writing my history dissertation. rahh. First night that i've had in for ages and ages: deliberatly in order to do some work, and I've just not done any.
posted by Sparkly Laura @ 6:56 pm
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