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Still haven't seen last week's DW ep; school Hates Me and my thesis is like my own personal Terry Gilliam film. If you don't know what that means, google "Lost in La Mancha".

In the grad school epic saga, I can report that I've been denied every single major award I've applied to, barring the one that's only tenable inside this province. It still may be marginally possible to get to Glasgow next year, but at this point it looks like I'm taking a juicy scholarship at a competitive grad program (the York/Ryerson joint program in Communication & Culture). The courses sound really cool ("Reading Television", "The City As Cinema", "Advanced Communications Technology") and I'll be very comfortably funded... but it all feels not-quite-right. It's a good decision, but I'm not entirely convinced it's the right decision.

I've been working in communications/marketing for two full years as of next week, and will be full-time in the same office over the summer. I love new media technologies and cross-disciplinary work, and like being able to get involved in a whole bunch of different things. I'm sure I could enjoy myself quite a lot in that program. On the other hand - I'm getting a little sick of York. I've had a lovely time, but I'm ready to get on and do something else now. Go to a different school, experience different things... live in a city I wasn't born in, maybe?

I'm starting to get the fear that if I don't get out now I'll never get out.

For now, I'm going to stop listening to Joy Division ("Isolation", lolz) and keep bashing my head against this effing thesis.