Those past couple of days have been so.. weird and special and full of hope and despair? The other day I fainted in the bus during rush hour. It was so bad but faith in humanity restored one more time because everyone was so fucking kind and helpful - they gave me fruit juice and seemed deeply concerned (i was livid like an old plastic bag). I navigate between periods I don't eat much for a couple of days and then strongly feel the need to eat the weirdest food combo until my belly triples size and hurt. I still managed to read like 4-5 books within 10 days for my second assignement (oh insatisfaction de la vie) and, surprise, I ran into my ex thesis-supervisor on a Saturday morning at my faculty. Man. Such an incredible coincidence so full of meanings I can't even. He was so fuckin happy to see me (same btw) and called it "providence", told me he could (with great pleasure) help me for my admission portfolio for a master program that accept only 60 students for 400+ applications and more willing to help me for my thesis "on such an interesting topic". I went to the museum instead of writing my literature review, fully knowing I would lack time for writing and still decided to smoke joints and masturbate instead of writing (self sabotaging at its best here) and somehow managed to send something but so unsatisfied that I sent an email to my thesis supervisor saying "While I have invested a substantial amount of time in the research and reading process, I feel that the current version does not fully reflect the extent of the work undertaken". Gnagnagna ouin ouin ouin it's time to lock up b!
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