What’s a single girl to do? So many temptations! Today I am fancying this one:
How adorable?! Now I’m torn? The Shoes (from yesterday)? Or the dress (above)?
I think I need a rich boyfriend… Kidding! Kidding! I think I need to stop going to modcloth.com and amazon.com.
Speaking of amazon, it introduced its new e-readers today! Gutted, I know. One without buttons too… That would have been sweet. But whatever – I am very satisfied with my kindle, it goes to the gym with me, uni, I read it over my lunch hour, at home, in bed… Anywhere a book would go! I am currently reading The Count of Monte Cristo, after finishing The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. Yes, working my way through the classics (woot woot)!
And why are they classics? They are absolutely beautifully written. The language used by the authors is absolutely amazing (rich, full of prose – and so expressive!). Reading something like The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, compared to some cheapo mass market paperback is actually such a shock, it’s actually painful (to my brain!). I’m embarrassed to admit that I tried to read this. 4.5 stars on amazon? And complete drivel (it was free). Yes, I’ll stick to the free classics thank-you-very-much.
Funny, you would think that one of the qualifications for writing a book would be actually knowing how to write, having some knowledge of language, some insight into human nature, an expansive vocabulary, a grain of creativity… anything! Clearly not. To me, it makes authors (J.K. Rowling comes to mind) that much more talented. To conceive such an epic story and write it so well, that it appeals to millions of people – pretty much blows my mind as I don’t think I could do it.
I just can’t believe how such immensely poorly written books get published (and so many of them to! Do modern readers/publishers have no standards whatsoever?). Especially as I know of a few struggling writers out there, who could surely write the pants off of some of these modern day so-called authors. Not that my blog is any indication of my superior writing… But as an avid reader, I can distinguish the enormous differences between writers and writers. Alas, I digress from the extremely shallow persona I strive to exhibit on this blog.
So now, back to me being single. For a couple of days now, I found myself wondering if I could be single for a year. Should I even try to limit myself in that way? I mean, what if I meet someone? You know, someone? But at the same time, I don’t want to date just anyone. And part of me thinks that maybe I haven’t met that someone yet. Maybe he’s back in MN (or somewhere else in the good ol’ USA) patiently awaiting my return from NZ. Although, do I really want a man who is just sitting and waiting around for me to show up? No, not really. Hopefully he’s out there in the great wide world – living his own life. Perhaps he’s overseas too? So much speculation as to who, where and what this mystery man might be up to…
Regardless, let’s just say the prospect of dating while in my final years of my PhD is not actually that fabulous. I’m going to be working my butt off trying to write this thesis. My social life will undoubtedly suffer. So if I limit myself to being single for a year – well, in a year’s time I won’t have time for a boyfriend anyways so this single for a year idea seems rather silly. I could try not to get distracted by anyone less than worthy, and hold out for someone truly awesome. OR if we’re not destined to meet until I finish my PhD and move back home, then why shouldn’t I be enjoying myself in the meantime? And let’s not forget that by the time I do actually finish, I will be the big 3-0 and isn’t that pretty much the (dating) death of most women?
SEE?! This is what doing a PhD does to you. You actually put your life on hold in pursuit of a degree. Which is a bit crazy, because life is what happens while you’re waiting around for something else to happen to you. So I say – live it up! The only thing you can take with you are your experiences. It would be a shame to pass up life experiences for one reason or another (money, fear, etc.). We’re here to live. So get on with it already. Stop reading this blog! Go outside and enjoy the sun, read a book, meet a friend for coffee, take a risk and talk to someone new (maybe you’ll make a new friend). Just live. Oh, and don’t forget to look great while living. So which is it – green dress or orange shoes?