So it's over. Finally. Well not really over but my part is over. Hopefully.
For the last year I have been living in a library, hunting for books most people have never heard of or think are just big to make people look smart. Hopefully the latter thing is the one most people thought as they saw me walking with about 5 books, up to my chin. When I was doing this I also realized I needed to work out my arms a bit more. Those books are heavy.

Also for the last year I have had an okay social life. Went out with a guy for a good period of time, about three months. While this may seem ridiculous to others, I am relationship inept. NO skills whatsoever and I feel that I have to tell you this for some weird reason. I think its because I finally finished my thesis. or hopefully. Gah!

Okay, so now you know that I have had a relationship with a guy (who shall remain nameless because it did not end well) and I have an okay social life. I go out with my friends to bars and to parties. Often that has led me to drinking too much and having horrible pictures posted on Facebook. Whoever created that thing deserves to be shot. Not really of course, but I do feel this way when I see a picture of myself that looks so horrible that I cringe in my seat as a view it online. But most of the time it is a lot of fun and its a good break from school and books and writing.

Anyway back to it's over but maybe not.
I wrote a very long paper, called a thesis in my head, a memoir in the university of Ottawa's crazy admin head.
I didn't have to defend though I think I could have (yup I am pompous at times) and it was 90 pages long.
If you are interested it was on the change from temple to churches in Rome experienced between 300 and 700. (aka Late Antiquity). It's called From 'Pagan' to Christian Capital: The Changing Sacred Landscape at Rome in Late Antiquity. Anyway I think it was good maybe even great but now a review board is reading it and I am SOOOO NERVOUS that they hate it and I will fail and have to work at McDonald's (shivers).

So that's where I am. Awaiting some sort of signal (probably an email) that I either passed or failed. In limbo. waiting. Did I tell you I have no patience.

As a result of this limbo I thought I would write something down, let out my feelings and write for once, about something that isn't long dead or buried or hypothetical. Something I hope to know well. Specifically me.

I can't promise often updates. This is a new concept for me. Writing down my thoughts, even feelings (ewww.).

I might even post a dreaded fanfic (that is an embarrassing truth, I have written 1 fanfic..). Once I get a job I am sure I won't. But since I have nothing to do yet. it could happen. I also ship for a LOT of couples out there in TV land.

Anyway I have said to much.

Adios

Dalla
aka Chantal

P.S. I have just learned to never EVER listen to Beethoven while writing.