Hibernate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Submitted! Finally got thesis submitted. Yayyy!

No special happy feeling really. I just got tired of it. Now it’s full of grammar errors, because I over-read it only once.

At last! In last 72 hours I have slept about 5. In last 48 hours – 1. Yep, I am still awake. I don’t know how it’s possible and I hope I don’t have to do it ever again. Comparing all, I feel rather ok. Relatively   grumpy, but physically fine. But tomorrow I must go to bind the printed version at 8 a.m.! Then I can become total amoeba, if I want… or not. I wish I could climb.

And M is back! Smiling, despite chain of unimaginable unluck! Incredible person. Right now she seems just incredibly annoying, because if I’m tired even small noise is unbearable. Even if someone chews apple too loudly or something.

Mom managed to surprise me… It’s been less than a week since our rabbit died (10 years is quite old age for a rabbit) and yesterday she said that we already have two new animals. Didn’t specify what, but as we already have rat, parrots and giant snails I would guess either hamsters or guinea pigs. Knowing mom, chameleons or snakes are highly unlikely. As a kid I never thought mom would enjoy this kind of Gerald Durrell-like lifestyle that I admired since… reading his books. I always had to keep my beasts outside the house… though catching toads under wardrobe was hilarious.

And after dog died she didn’t want to have any pets at all… of course I had to take guinea pig from naturalists club few years later (just for winter holidays… yeah right, parents aren’t supposed to be so gullible!). After that came rabbit, and finally birds as my unintentional Christmas present for her (their previous owner didn’t want them any more). My fish are still on vacation, so here I have to settle on with only Frank. And walking with R’s gigantic dogs, who could pull me head over heels without an effort.

Counting last hours

Tomorrow before lunch my thesis has to be in computer of my department coordinator… And this is completely last deadline. So I have approximately 13 hours to fix mistakes. Nice. Supervisor said she doesn’t have moral strength to see it once more… encouraging? No? (and something about last week being from hell, I completely agree with that). Hopefully she likes chockolate.

/What am I doing here? Worst moment of motivation crisis and … whatever. Internet is evil and procrastination is even more so! Back to my last energy drink! :S /.

All except this last picture. Or perhaps yes (I got quite strict opponent, but at least not this postdoc I managed to piss off… thorns,spikes and scales, that’s one other story. I should be more careful about what I say and to whom).

Noees

:[  I’m staying here for whole night. No point in going home. Supervisor wants my paper some time tomorrow… to read it on Saturday. And it’s not complete at all…

Here is Frank V, my new pet. He lives in toilet and loves to sit in his net on ceiling, waving his overgrown legs and fangs at stupid humans who turn on the light. EVIL! I have the same mood now.

Demotivation

Bah. Some idiot cut down my dandelion. I have to cut off half of my text and make remaining part very meaningful. Whining and complaining. Haven’t done anything in 2 days besides staring at screen, reading news and wondering where to start. Veeeeeery frustrating. /At least for future I can leave notice to myself – start early! Start writing and reading together… now I have certainly read too much/.

Summer school is also not option anymore – they had only two places for students from here and these are already filled. How I know it? Through other people… as coordinator of the program is still ignoring me. Spring School of Theoretical Biology will be held in autumn… So really, nothing to look forward to in short term. And shitty education reform was pushed through…

We did one small office prank with A, as M was going out again and not suffering together with us. So we put her nail polish in a jelly. Looks very decorative. Running to shop 5 minutes before closing, not to buy alcohol, but to buy gelatine is… crazy enough.

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Next morning jello-cube was on my desk, my nail-clippers tucked into it. Yeah, revenge. One person we are really trolling with this is janitor. Now she is just afraid of me, but after getting strange coloured jelly from my trash can two days in a row, she must hate me. Especially because my trash can usually contains only paper and she sometimes grabs it with her hands instead of changing whole bag. Touching something slimy and wobbly instead must feel… not hilarious (evil grin). To give her credit, I’m only master’s student here whose trash can is emptied on daily basis /thats why jelly ended up here, not in M’s trash/. Others have lower position in her hierarchy – so she tells them to empty their own trash cans (especially if they work on weekends), and if they are lucky their garbage will be taken away just before it’s overflowing. Twice she even tried to make us change boss’s trash can (ignored by me and A until she went and did it herself). Older PhD students position higher in her hierarchy, they have to listen her gossip . And she is ridiculously afraid of boss for no apparent reason, quite unctuous.

I personally think of janitor as a mascot or strange social entertainment… Because I’m the one who brushes the floor of our office… more often than once a year.

 

 

Thunderstorm… I like these. Beginning of summer, it seems.

Early morning gallery

Pictures are taken between 5-6 a.m. Right after last post when I thought I go to sleep  Tonight was even more strange – I managed to leave about half past 3. Which means all streetlights are already turned off, but sun hasn’t risen yet. Whole centre looked deserted – no people, all completely dark, not even light from windows. But dark doesn’t mean quiet. Nightingales… and flowery scent of fresh leaves.

 

Yayyy It’s ready!

I finished all text-writing part. Now there will be some cosmetical changes of putting it all together, checking references, some small rewriting etc. Introduction is longer than whole length of thesis in some countries should be. And I’m sorry for those who have to read it tomorrow… err today in few hours.

Also I set new record of writing late – streetlights were turned off. It means it’s more than 4 a.m. and few moments ago outside was pitch black, as there was storm before. But I can hear first birds screaming their hearts out now.

Maybe I’ll do a little walk in botanical garden when I finish totally last bit about tragedy of the commons. Celebration-salad night-lunch I already had. Writing about plants makes me want to eat them… and the blue bowl contained exudates for my experiment just two years ago. Now I’m eating salad from it. There were many bowls (50) of many different colours (dah! It was my experiment after all!), I have no idea where others are.

/half an hour later – completely light outside! Summer is coming… in June there will be almost no dark time at all/

5:09… Yawn. Bed, here I come. (Co? I’m wearing pajama sweatshirt aka teh pirate at work… How that happened??? Maybe I had memory loss in the morning or something.. pffft). Dobrou noc!