Time Mismanagement

You know, I kind of feel guilty sitting here planning my Reading Week trip to England when I should be studying my ass off for Comps. I considered cancelling the trip this week just because it will be expensive, time consuming, 1 week longer than my reading week, exhausting, but on the other hand, really fucking fun. I also don't think the travel insurance I purchased covers trip cancellation due to guilt. So then I moved on and emailed Susan as to what kind of stuff I have to bring with me.
For instance, I won't need to bring any adaptors or whatever because she has a few sitting around. I know this is insignificant to the readers out there but I am challenging myself to pack for two weeks in the smallest suitcase ever. If you know me, you know that I travel with at least a hockey size duffle bag. It really is ridiculous because I never wear half of what I pack in the end. It's going to be hard to pack light, but I think I can do it, especially when I will be faced with at least a £5/lb. charge if I am over the limit. This CANNOT happen. I don't think I ever blogged about my experience earlier this year when I had to pay $300 in overweight luggage fees when I went home for the summer in May. But, I am not about to get into that story either since it still makes my blood boil. I just mentioned it because I know how it feels to get SCREWED by budget airlines and I must keep reminding myself of that experience as I pack my crap. I think a trip to the drugstore to buy travel size samples of toiletries is definitely in order. Minimalism is my new mantra... or something like that.

In other time mismanagement news, last night I went to Charmaine's lecture on Roman Women at UBC Robson Square. It was a pretty good night with the usual reception held afterwards at the Italian Cultural Centre on West Hastings (just before the dodgy section starts). The best thing about those receptions is that you can basically feed yourself on expensive canapes (what student doesn't when offered the opportunity?) and they also only serve alcoholic drinks (except for San Pellegrino water). Basically, it provides a free dinner and free pre-bar drinks.
From here, a group of us then gathered at the Steamworks Brewing Co. and proceeded to drink our asses off for the next 5 hours. It has been so long since I even sat down for drinks that it makes me depressed. School this year (and last year) is just killing me. I have become a robot slave to schoolwork and not much else really. The debt is racking up and I am getting more than a bit concerned that I will, a.) be in school forever and NEVER be able to pay off my debt, or, b.) have to change my course of career path because I am in fact naive in thinking that I will get a job in archaeology or classics after I am through. To ignore both of these very possible fates, I just ignore them. I think that eventually this policy might bite me in the ass, but I'll deal with that when it comes around. Enough brooding!

In an abrupt change of topic, my favourite memory from last night is that we got Charmaine so hammered that she was slurring her words and repeating the same thoughts over and over. Ah, she's the best prof ever! If only the Faculty would fucking hire her full-time already... but that is another story of bitching and complaining for another day.