No Insomnia

I just realized that something is different this semester. I was asking myself what is so different that I don’t do my homework the same way I did a few months back.

Lack of motivation ? Studies lost their luster ? Nope. I had insomnia last Fall which meant I was up doing homework at all hours.

What am I going to do now ? I’m going to get up early on weekends too and do my homework when it’s still dark and my boyfriend is sleeping. And I guess Java U is going to receive my visit more often or a few cafes near my place.

Show and Tell 1

For this first Show and Tell, I am presenting my « writing station ». I spend most of time sitting there reading and writing for my psych class. Or on the internet procrastinating as I am doing now.

Mac, tea, psychology

So you can see my Mac. The hamster powering it is hidden to preserve his identity on the net. A Debbie Travis placemat. Debbie Travis is our Canadian Martha Stewart, kind of. My notebook already full even though we’re only at half of the semester. And my very nice tea mug, it’s a Rose of England tea cup. I can only find them at Winners. The company doesn’t even have a website. This one was given to me by my friend C. and it made me very happy because I knew she looked for it and thought about this gift a lot. The tea pot was given to me by my boyfriend last Christmas. I’m using it all the time. I love drinking tea while doing my homework…which I’m supposed to do at the moment.

Oh well, I’ll go finish writing my essay on the structure, processus and growth and development of the theory of phenomenology and the theory of personality based on learning.

The wonderful idea of Show and Tell comes from here :

I don’t know how to just show a link-word so…you know, a word that is a link ? Anyway…one day I’ll find out about how to do it. Right now I have to flirt with Rogers, Skinner, Pavlov…

Enjoy a Little Guilt-Free

You guessed it, I’m procrastinating. I’m tired so that’s what I do. I took the meme from here


1. If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? On l’île d’Orléans near Québec city
2.What is your favorite article of clothing? My ecodesigner t-shirt made by a friend’s wife

3. Last C.D. you bought? Don’t remember, something in French

4. Where is your favorite place to be? In the kitchen

5. Least favorite place to be? In a meeting, speaking in front of everyone

6. Are you strongest in mind or body? Both

7. What time do you wake up? 5am on weekdays, between 7 and 9am on weekends

8. Favorite kitchen appliance? Oven

9. What instrument would you like to play? Cello.

10. Favorite color? Pink

11. Sports car of SUV? The subway

12. Favorite children’s book? De la petite taupe qui voulait savoir qui lui avait fait sur la tête

13. Favorite season? Fall.

14. Least favorite chore? Changing the litter, vacuuming, getting the trash out which is why my boyfriend does the last two.

15. Favorite day? Saturday, pilates day !

16. Favorite food? Filet mignon with homemade fries, at my parent’s

17. Favorite drink? Coffee

18. Favorite word? Phénoménologie, poonanny, fififerlein, auschway

19. Favorite inspirational book? Anne of Green Gables

20. Who would you like to play you in the movie of you life? Reese Whitterspoon

Il pleut

Il pleut. Ça me rappelle qu’on est en automne et qu’on a été très chanceux de ne pas avoir plus de pluie à date. Il a fait soleil régulièrement et on a eu une température tolérable.

Je pense que l’automne commence enfin à me rentrer dedans, là. Je suis plus distraite, plus irritable, moins concentrée et motivée au travail. Et je procrastiiiiine.

J’ai besoin de bottes d’hiver avant qu’on reçoive une bordée de neige de 3 mètres. Et je pourrais remettre mon manteau de l’année passée, j’ai envie d’un beau manteau. Un manteau qui va me donner l’air d’une femme et pas du bonhomme Michelin. Mais, je niaise. Je vais être à la dernière minute et il n’y aura plus rien dans ma taille. Le temps que je me décide à me chercher un manteau, ce sera le linge d’été qu’il y aura en boutique et probablement que les gougounes moches à bijoux seront aussi sur les étalages. Et les bikinis. Ça va me donner des cauchemars jusqu’au printemps.

Mais, j’ai toujours une bonne excuse…les devoirs à faire, mon sac est déjà assez lourd, j’ai trop chaud, pas d’argent, ça me tente pas.

LÀ, je suis décidée. Je vais affronter les foules en fin de semaine après le gym. Allez hop, les bottes et le manteau. On est déjà le 20 novembre. Ça serait bien que je sois équipée pour la première tempête !

Tout partout


I’ve been decluttering my place, washing clothes, eating, checking out recipes, petting the cat, vacuuming, dusting all at the same time for the last 2 hours. Result ? I am sitting down writing a blog about me walking around looking like the cat-lady (yoga pants, white camisole, green polar vest under a black wool robe), dishevelled, with post-its stuck under my slippers, licorice drooping from my lips. I look frightening. A bit mad, really.

I guess that if neighbors look my way they can also see me dancing while doing all this because I’m trying to select songs for my Happi happi playlist.

Typical Saturday night at my place. Singleton’s night in being entertaining for the neighbors. Typical night for someone who isn’t dating or playing around with someone. Oh shit. I AM Bridget.

At least I’m not downing vodka and singing holding my hairbrush like a microphone…yet. I don’t have the vodka, but I have the hairbrush and the inclination to do so.

I’m trying to think of other things than what I had to talk about in therapy this week. And what I will talk about next week. I’m meeting with someone from an agency dealing with victims of criminal actions. Post-traumatic stress is my middle name and I’m tired of it. It makes it impossible to be intimate, to have real relationships even with friends. It makes it impossible to trust. Knowing what people are capable of and how they can be wimps makes it hard to trust someone to be there.

So I try not to read about it which is really hard. I went to borrow novels again hoping I will be distracted enough. I’m making a happy playlist to boost me up. And going to the gym again tomorrow. I will try Pilates and it will give me something to cross off my to do list. I’ve tried yoga also. Unchartered territory. Who knew that entering a pilates or a yoga class where there are strangers, an unknown instructor, would be so challenging ?

If I could just start cooking, now. But I can’t seem to start. It’s difficult to concentrate on one thing to do so I’m all over the place.


And it’s Saturday…it’s the weekend. I have stopped myself from calling him. It’s best I leave him alone. He doesn’t need me to confuse him and make him sad. I’m so conflicted.

AH. Well, who knew I had the Great Litany on my itune ?? Not making my Happi happi list…going now…maybe I’m going to procrastinate more before doing something…