Kaianne

I kind of have a problem of running away from problems (not actually, it just takes a bit of mental preparation before I can muster up the mental and emotional capacity to deal with them), and right now is no exception.  This is a list of things that I have said, “I cannot even deal with this right now,” about in the past week or so:

• The fact that, dear Stephen just got into McGill’s MA program (in Economics) but will probably attend another school far, far away that offered him funding;
• The fact that Stephen is too busy to take my congratulatory/McGill is soooo great, come study here! phone call right now;
• That I have 3 papers and a take home final due in six days (perfect time for blogging!);
• My landlord and how she hasn’t given me my appropriate tax information so I can file my taxes? (What do I do if she doesn’t do this?  Call the IRS?  Does Canada have an IRS?  Is it CRA instead?)
• That we are so far into April already?
• That we are so far into 2012 already?
• THAT IT’S 2012?  (Honestly, I’m still dating things 2010.  I don’t even know how.);
• The different effects of levels and radii of trust and its effects on self-reported health!
• That another semester is already over, yet I’m still not finished with my degree?
• Feeding myself.

That is all.

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K: - Should I stop sharing your good news on your behalf?

S: - It's okay. I got to tell you. Which is like telling everybody else.

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About a month or two ago, I was really upset because I wanted to go to New York for my reading break, but I couldn’t.  It was for a combination of reasons - I couldn’t afford it, Steph couldn’t afford it, I couldn’t really get anyone else to go with me, etc.  I was really upset, because this might be the last reading week break that Stephen and I have together (because he wants to up and move off to Vancouver like an idiot), and because my past reading weeks have been spent all by my lonesome in Montreal, sleeping all day, and watching bad TV.

Eventually, I made peace with it.  I figured I’d probably have a cold or the flu from midterm stress, so I’d catch up on sleep, watch The Wire (because I’m like the last TV addict to not have watched it…), and get some work done on my 30 page term paper (that’s due in a month and still hasn’t been touched… whoops.).  And watch a bunch of recorded lectures that I’ve fallen behind on, because I’m a bad person.

But, through some miraculous and lucky chain of events, I have the most exciting possible week ahead of me.  Not only am I not sick (not yet, anyway.  Knock on wood!), but I’ve been given an amazing opportunity that begins on Monday (that may or may not involve what is possibly my dream job), Stephen’s coming out for a short visit, and it’s not insanely cold!  What a fun week!  For the first time (possibly, ever) I have too many fun plans and not enough time to them!

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m glad that I stopped getting so wound up over my lack of fun plans.  I let things fall into place, and look what happened!  Something that I never imagined would happen in a million years (because, interesting as they are, Arts degrees are not exactly extremely conducive to internships).  Power of positive thinking, etc.