Maybelline Hip Huggers
Dusty light blurple creme with very fine hidden shimmer. This is on the second day of wear with rub-on decals from That's It? Nail Art.
Anyway, the real reason I'm posting is that I officially am doing a different project for my second year project! Yay! I had been so depressed about having to do more on my first year project (which I got bored of). After a long talk with my advisor today, we charted out a place to start for my second year project, on something that I'm much more enthusiastic about. Still on conversational interactions, obviously, but I'm not bound to one specific discourse marker anymore. I won't talk that much about it here because I'm going to have my first survey up for you guys to answer by the end of the weekend and it's better if you don't know that much about what I'm looking at yet. (You know, beyond concerns that I might be out-scooped... which I do acknowledge are real but I'm not overly worried about them. Some commenter mentioned that possibility and I never had a chance to answer everyone on that post...)
One of the reasons I think I belong in academia is that I'm a spoiled brat: I am very bad at doing work that I don't personally find compelling. So bad that a former professor of mine once said that she would NEVER hire me as an employee but that she wouldn't hesitate collaborate with me. ...brat, big brat. That's me.
I'm still sick (ugh, go away, stupid cold) but the sort of oppressive pressure that's been on my head for the last four weeks has lifted significantly and I am just feeling so much better about my work now. Now, there's a mad panic to get work DONE in time but at least it's work that I want to do! :D
I am so grateful to my advisor for being so willing to listen to my half-baked ideas and to actually help me try to make something of them, rather than forcing me to do her work and/or shooting my ideas down. I'm so grateful that if I need it, she'll meet with me every single week. I'm so grateful to her enthusiasm for her students and her faith in our abilities. I've heard a lot of nightmare stories on PhD advisors... and my advisor's such a dream. I have been so lucky to have supportive mentors.
Sometimes, I feel like a fraud: if I didn't have such good mentors, I wouldn't be here. And if I couldn't be here on my own steam, maybe I don't deserve to be here. Maybe that's true. Maybe it's not. :P But who cares? Because today is officially a Good Day. And it's been a long time since I've had one of those.
