February 5th, 2013

happy girl

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This comment on my LSE Library check-in, with the accompanying status update that read "Omg I'm so sick of studying", made me laugh to myself when I read it on the bus:

W* Z* I think I saw you outside the library just now but I am not sure...as the one I saw was with angry face...

I am frequently told that I look fierce when I don't smile. This means that my default expression is pretty much an angry one - which rather fits with my personality, if you ask me. What can I do about that though? I'm not gonna go around with a smile on my face 24/7 like a lunatic; not to mention, if this means that more weirdoes are deterred from being weird, then even better. It's not as if there aren't enough weirdoes in London to begin with.


I had an utterly unproductive weekend and Monday. Fuck, I am beginning to lose focus again. This is not good. I was gonna finish this Palestinian terrorism article that I started reading in the library which I stopped reading one-thirds in because I was hungry and wanted to have dinner, but now I'm too tired. What did I do the whole night then? I don't even fucking know. I had dinner and watched the latest episode of Person of Interest (which MADE ME CRY OMG - Reese and Finch!!!! <3 <3 <3), then I replied to some messages on Facebook, then I washed some bras and did the dishes, and then I spent some time typing this long email to the LLM Committee president containing my grievances regarding my LSE experience so far...oh, and then I read this superb piece on the New Yorker about this woman that shot her Ph.D. colleagues when her request for tenure was rejected. I don't usually read articles that are so long because it takes up so much time, but this one was so absorbing that I had to finish it. I feel so sorry for the parents, more than the woman herself. I can't imagine being in their shoes and going through the tragedy of the son's death (shot by the woman 26 years ago - parents claimed that it was an accident and case was closed as such, but recently re-opened for what appeared to be politically-motivated reasons) and then, 26 years later, the tragedy of the daughter's murders. No one deserves such a fate.


I'm yawning my face off. This is a sign that I have to go to bed.
Charah coffee

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Thoughts after meeting my international human rights law tutor (which may or may not be relevant to what I'm going to say):

Being ambitious + being afflicted with chronic laziness = worst combination ever.

If I were unambitious and lazy, I wouldn't have thoughts about achieving difficult things - which means that I would be happy being mediocre...which is a state that many people are in and it seems to work for them, so it may not be a bad state to be in.

If I were ambitious AND hardworking, I would obviously have a higher chance of realising my ambitions which would likely not make me feel bad about myself - also not a bad state to be in.

Alas, I am ambitious and lazy as fuck. This means that it's gonna take a lot of mental effort on my part to rise to the occasion and overcome my inherent personality defect. But it has to be done - I'm fucking tired of being mediocre because it makes me deeply unhappy. We should all start going after our own happiness at some point; for me, at least for now, this is it. There are no alternatives or escape routes and there is no Plan B. I don't care what comes after this, if it doesn't eventually get me anywhere; I want it for its own sake, as a vanity project, some sort of vague self-validation.

Whatever. It has to happen. There is no other way.

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