I am in so much trouble.
Being the persistent procrastinator that I am, I have managed to fuck myself over a tad with my MA thesis. I was supposed to have had my proposal defended this summer, and to have started interviews in September. It is now…October 12th?…and I have managed to…hmm…find three people to interview. Fuck. My supervisor is someone that I do not want to piss off and it seems that I have – although that should not be a surprise given that my proposal hasn’t been defended, she is swamped with her own commitments and other MA theses with students who are not brainless chumps like yours truly, and I have effectively pushed my schedule back by about two months. I feel like Chris Farley…”stupid, stupid, idiot!”…pounding his forehead with his palm as he interviews Paul McCartney.
It’s very hard for me to get going on a project that is as long-term as something like this, even though I am incredibly interested in it, and I will benefit in a number of ways from getting the damn thing finished. I have always operated in this delinquent manner, though, so it feels somewhat natural to me to do everything at the last possible moment, thus leaving premium laying-around-and-doing-nothing-school-related time to myself. It appears that I won’t be able to do this with my thesis, though.
Last night Arth and I went to go see Tokyo Police Club and The Meligrove Band at the Pyramid. After spending the evening eating pizza and watching Arrested Development with Meghan, I was in no mood for going out into the cold to a loud bar full of strangers in which I would be forced to hold myself upright on my pizza-filled legs. I met Arth there around 10pm, and as soon as I got there I realized that I haven’t been to the Pyramid since I saw Wolf Parade there last summer, where I subsequently passed out in a crowd of people for unknown reasons and awoke to find myself being carried to the back of the bar by Matt and various (incredibly kind) strangers. I became immediately nervous that I would pass out again for some reason, and felt the familiar all-over-dizzy-warm feeling and the nausea that comes with losing your shit in the middle of a packed bar, so I did what I could to prevent that from happening. Club soda and cold air helped. I stayed until about 12:30am, 30 minutes into Tokyo Police Club’s set. Arth’s friends were there so I didn’t feel bad leaving him behind (he didn’t seem to mind). I liked TPC, but they didn’t really have a very distinct sound – they seemed like a band that you would hear on the radio and respond “I must have heard these guys before…they sound like <insert any number of indie-hip bands here>.” The Meligrove Band was awesome, though. So awesome, in fact, that I bought their CD, which I rarely do at shows. I was hoping to put their CD onto my iPod last night, but the fucking thing crapped out on me again – making it approximately 2 weeks since I paid to have a new hard drive installed. Apple can suck it. Big time.
I’m excited at the prospect of seeing more live music: I have tickets to three more shows that are coming up within the next few weeks. Montreal was amazing for live shows (and CHEAP shows), and I miss that now that I’m back in Winnipeg. Fingers crossed that I don’t make a habit of bailing in front of strangers.
I’m glad you managed to ward off a fainting spell. Next time don’t forget to pack smelling salts and a hankerchief. I’ve heard they do the trick. In all seriousness though, near fainting is just about the creepiest feeling ever. It has happened to me many a time, though I luckily haven’t fallen.
As for thesis deadline. Oh…what…we’re still in school? At least you have a job and therefore an excuse. I have ONE class, and am still having trouble getting my act together. This week we should vow to be productive. I, er, at least did my readings today. That’s a start!
Fainting is damn embarrassing, too! The night I saw Wolf Parade I could feel myself about to go, so I told Matt “I’ll be right back” as I was hoping to be able to run outside before I keeled over – I was too embarrassed to tell him I was going down. I made it half a step away from him before I bailed all over the people standing in front of me. Matt’s response: “I thought you were ‘moshing’ or something.” Hahaha.
Congrats on doing your readings, Dallas! I have assigned myself some readings, and I have asked for two extensions already. I’m getting fed up with myself and I’m about ready to kick myself out of my course.