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I slept through all the daylight today. Damn it. It was dusk when I got up (about 3:45), and raining. Damn these dark winters. Still, I'm glad it's December. Or rather, I'm glad it's no longer November; November is the worst month. I think it's just that it gets so dark in November. I mean December is darker, of course, but November is the month when the day-length seems to decrease rapidly.
This was never a problem back home in NC (Latitude: 35° 52' N), where the sunlight didn't vary so much. I think it got to me a bit in Iowa (41° 38' N), but then, November is the most stressful month at Scattergood anyway, regardless of the sunlight. But St Andrews, at 56° 38' N, gets really freaking dark in the winter. It makes me depressed, makes me want to just hibernate until about mid-February. When the crocuses emerge, so shall I.
Anyway, to let y'all know what's happened since the last post (since I know you all follow my life so closely, couldn't bear to be without updates :-P):
I did not in fact manage to make myself get my essay done during the week before it was due. In fact, I finished it about half an hour before the deadline.
My friend Harry was telling me recently about this thing he read criticising people for saying that they were too busy for things. It said that no one is ever actually "too busy" to do anything, it's just that we choose to prioritise certain things over others. When we do, it said, we should take responsibility for our choice of priorities, not blame the things we chose to prioritise.
So, having blown off my essay all week, on Thursday I chose to prioritise the St Andrew's Day Ceilidh over writing my essay. It was a lot of fun. See photos on Facebook. Get Facebook if you don't have it already. This choice meant that I was up until well past 4 am writing, frantically writing all the next day, and my essay was shit, but I still don't regret going to the ceilidh. What I do regret is choosing to prioritise Facebook, LJ, emails, and every other form of procrastination over my essay for the entire week previously.
Went out on Friday despite lack of sleep. Started off with Callum's 18th birthday pub crawl. Was going to stop by Perdita's 21st between the Criterion and the Gin House, but got distracted by Vicky, Rob and Katie in the Criterion and by Ruth, Marianne, Debbie, Nicky and Hannah at Perdita's, so lost the pub crawl but caught up with them in the Union. Afterwards, went to Norah's 20th, which was fun. Had Socialism vs Anarchism discussions with Jonni et al. in the kitchen, while apparently the head of the St Andrews Conservative Society was in their living room (Jonni: "The WHAT of the WHAT is where?"). Good times.
Saturday was also a night of three different social functions I was meant to attend, but I didn't feel like going out so I watched movies in the TV room all night instead. Then came back and talked to Melissa on phone for nearly 2 hours, finally getting to bed sometime around 3. Hence sleeping through all the sunlight today.
This was never a problem back home in NC (Latitude: 35° 52' N), where the sunlight didn't vary so much. I think it got to me a bit in Iowa (41° 38' N), but then, November is the most stressful month at Scattergood anyway, regardless of the sunlight. But St Andrews, at 56° 38' N, gets really freaking dark in the winter. It makes me depressed, makes me want to just hibernate until about mid-February. When the crocuses emerge, so shall I.
Anyway, to let y'all know what's happened since the last post (since I know you all follow my life so closely, couldn't bear to be without updates :-P):
I did not in fact manage to make myself get my essay done during the week before it was due. In fact, I finished it about half an hour before the deadline.
My friend Harry was telling me recently about this thing he read criticising people for saying that they were too busy for things. It said that no one is ever actually "too busy" to do anything, it's just that we choose to prioritise certain things over others. When we do, it said, we should take responsibility for our choice of priorities, not blame the things we chose to prioritise.
So, having blown off my essay all week, on Thursday I chose to prioritise the St Andrew's Day Ceilidh over writing my essay. It was a lot of fun. See photos on Facebook. Get Facebook if you don't have it already. This choice meant that I was up until well past 4 am writing, frantically writing all the next day, and my essay was shit, but I still don't regret going to the ceilidh. What I do regret is choosing to prioritise Facebook, LJ, emails, and every other form of procrastination over my essay for the entire week previously.
Went out on Friday despite lack of sleep. Started off with Callum's 18th birthday pub crawl. Was going to stop by Perdita's 21st between the Criterion and the Gin House, but got distracted by Vicky, Rob and Katie in the Criterion and by Ruth, Marianne, Debbie, Nicky and Hannah at Perdita's, so lost the pub crawl but caught up with them in the Union. Afterwards, went to Norah's 20th, which was fun. Had Socialism vs Anarchism discussions with Jonni et al. in the kitchen, while apparently the head of the St Andrews Conservative Society was in their living room (Jonni: "The WHAT of the WHAT is where?"). Good times.
Saturday was also a night of three different social functions I was meant to attend, but I didn't feel like going out so I watched movies in the TV room all night instead. Then came back and talked to Melissa on phone for nearly 2 hours, finally getting to bed sometime around 3. Hence sleeping through all the sunlight today.
