delga: ([sunshine] hold me a little tighter.)

Oh, god, I am so not into Jay Baruchel.

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There is this clicking noise in my wall where there was never a clicking noise before! The Dad thinks there is a nest of some sort in the attic. I am hoping he is going to sort this out before whatever it is burrows through into my room. Some other sort of scratching woke me at 3am, and now I am very tired. My temperature is up, so I can guess what's coming next, and the room is warm anyway, but due to the wasps in the bay, I can't actually open one of my bigger windows. SIGH. God. I just want to sleep properly.

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I have things to say about Sherlock! Just no real time. The non-spoilery version: a) I found it thoroughly enjoyable; b) I don't think it was terribly consistent across the three episodes.

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I am having trouble using the new tags on eljay, guys, like...a lot of trouble! I dislike anything that ends in me having to use the mouse, basically. I thought I'd be able to adapt but apparently I am just that inflexible. It makes me woeface.

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Boy Cousins left on Sunday; Gran arrived. Also, The Sister has a cold and better not have given it to me if she has any sort of desire to live.

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I am just hot and cranky, I guess. Which is no different to usual. Other than I am not normally so hot.

delga: ([csi:ny] mad as hell.)

The weirdest thing happened. The clock in my room is mains operated, and runs 50 minutes fast. I've just adapted to the time difference, so my alarm says its goes off at 5.45a but it actually goes off at 4.55a. That's...that's just how it is. But if the electricity spikes for whatever reason, the switch trips, and boom - there goes my clock, there goes my alarm, there goes my reason to wake up and be on time.

The switch tripped this morning. I woke at 5.30a and managed to reset the clock and alarm.

However: the rents are fast asleep. The Sister is fast asleep. There is absolutely no breeze outside. How did I wake up? Someone deliberately opened the door to my room, stood there for a couple minutes, then closed the door. WHO. WHO DID THIS. THERE IS NO-ONE ELSE IN THE HOUSE. I thought maybe it was The Dad, and then looked over to the clock to see what the time was - then jumped out of bed realising the clocks were fucked. But. The Dad is asleep. Right now! He is asleep! And yes, my door has been known to swing shut when a certain pattern of windows are open in the house except: it was already fully shut, and the thing that woke me was the sound of the handle turning. GUYS. GUYS. WHAT IS GOING ON.

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Yesterday was a mess. The day was thrown by the briefing session because LL came in especially for it (whereas she normally doesn't work Wednesdays and Thursdays). This meant my boss had to sit at my desk when she came in (for a meeting) because LL's was occupied, which meant I couldn't actually sit down and get things done as soon as I got in, or when I got back from the briefing (I did have time for about an hour and a half whilst she was in the meeting). Then I had to go over my travel form again. I think we're claiming incorrectly, but fuck it; the benefits department aren't doing their maths right anyway, it turns out. Had this moment of surreality when my boss was calling them for advice, and then I turned around and realise the sit behind us and I could hear both sides of the phone call. The guy was spectacularly unhelpful.

We also have the use of three printers in the office. Two are communal and can be used to fax and photocopy, as well as print. They regularly break down and get jammed, and then you spend half an hour trying to unjam the damn thing and get toner all over the place, only for it to break again after it's done your print and is trying to do the next person's. I can here that infernal BEEP-BEEP from all the way across the other side of the office and I just know that fucker is jammed. Sometime it's just temperamental; mostly it's that people are stupid and put the paper in the tray in the wrong direction. Even though it is labelled. The toner on the second printer is terrible, as is the print quality. We've been hearing about new MFDs for months, but no joy.

We also have a small laser jet printer that my team uses. It has headed paper in it, but doesn't automatically duplex (you have to stand there, open the manual feed, and then slide in single sheets because multiple ones get jammed). It's a good printer, and we only have hassle when some idiot from the team that sits behind it yanks the network cord. But lately it has been printing things out of alignment for no reason. Just cutting off swathes of text from the right-hand side of the page! For no discernible reason! ???? Why. is. this. my. life.

Then, yesterday, it turned out it is also low on toner. Can I find the spare toner? Of course not. That would be a Christmas miracle and it is only July-end.

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And then. Oh boy. Let's talk about my commute, shall we? My train didn't pick up speed for three minutes so I knew - I freaking knew - that the bus would have left by the time I got to the station. I was right. I decided not to run for the second stop because a) it was damn humid, even at 7.30a, and b) the buses normally drive straight past that stop, not even paying attention. So I waited for the 7.50 bus thinking it would be okay because now that summer break has started, the A14 is relatively easy going in the morning.

We got into a crash, basically.

I don't know who was in the wrong - the bus driver, or the woman in the little car. From what people who could see where saying: it was the woman in the little car. (The bus driver was also a woman.) We spent 20 minutes there whilst they swapped insurance details or whatever, and then hit St Ives traffic. Of course. Thankfully the A14 and Girton were clear so not as late as we could have been.

In the evening, I left work to take the 5.00p bus. I waited. I waited. I waited. On the other side of the road we could see 55's coming in from the other direction. Three went into town, none came out. At 5.40p the 55 deigned to show up. Why exactly does Stagecoach run a single-decker at peak time? Why? How is that sensible? Got onto a crowded single-decker, then had to stand the first half hour because, naturally, we hit peak time traffic on the A14 and also, the journey is about 14miles anyway. Finally got a seat, slowly wended our way through St Ives and then through Hunts, and it became hugely apparent that I was going to miss both the trains I usually catch. We stopped at the Hunts bus station - even though the bus is supposed to take me through to the station - and wasted ten minutes there as the bus driver conferred with another bus driver about where a third driver was. I then got moved to another bus which took me to the station. Then I had to call and beg The Mother for a lift home because I had missed the bus at home end - yes, the one time it chose to be on time, naturally, is when I was late - and because the buses only run once an hour at that time of night. The Mother was Not Pleased. I was fucking furious. IT IS TOO HOT FOR SHENANIGANS, GUYS.

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Remember that horrific story about the lesbian who got banned from attending her prom? Or rather, got tricked into attending an alternate prom? Well, she got her pay out. On the one hand, I'm glad the court recognised how she was wronged in this case. On the other hand, I'm sure that money will really make up for the homophobia she experienced. A better response, I think, would have been money and some sort of fucking community service on the part of the assholes who thought it would be a great idea to victimise her in this way, but for whatever reason, it wasn't deemed a crime which is supreme bullshit.

--

Hopefully today will be productive. One can live and hope. Fuck me, I cannot be asked to get on a bus this morning.

delga: ([life] it's just a dream.)

The real question is: despite having bought a train ticket to Bournemouth already, will I actually go? Yes. Yes, I will, because my social idiocy aside, I have paid for the fucking ticket.

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Am currently massively over budget because I'm waiting for my cousins to pay me back for the London trip (probably won't happen until said trip, and even then I will be short some because The Sister can't pay me yet, and in an effort to just get my cousin's kid to show up I may or may not have waived her fee, and I still somehow have an extra ticket, jeez); I am going to Bournemouth tomorrow, and T is coming local on Wednesday; I bought tickets to see a play on my birthday. I can now not spend money at all ever. Or, at least, it feels that way.

The play I am going to see is called The Prisoner of Second Avenue and stars Jeff Goldblum, huzz. I have ace seats, again, which is always excellent. Also, an extra ticket if anyone wants it, as I am friendless.

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I am pretty irritable right now. [redacted] Blah, blah, I do not play well with others, blah. I am finding negotiating some friendships particularly difficult of late. Like, sometimes you have friends who are particularly sensitive to certain implications/turns of phrase/tones of voice but you have to constantly guess as to whether or not what you just said upset them unintentionally, or they are just in a bad mood. I am judging this stuff poorly of late, and trying to negotiate it is fairly exhausting because it takes constant effort. e.g. did something I just say upset you or are you not replying to me because you're doing something else right now? That seems like a lot of paranoia, but when it's someone who will blank you on the slightest perceived slight (heh) then it gets complex. I'm not against making that effort, but I'm not going to lie about being a bit fed up of it at the moment.

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Need to do something about my hair. And I am still at war with my skin. I talk about it less now because I am managing it, but some days (see: today) it flares up and everything hurts.

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Tried to watch Saving Grace last night and had to give up on it early because I don't have the emotional span for it. Ditto Valhalla Rising. Ugh, self, find something you like already!

--

Am thinking about turning my phone off for the day, but I have an hour-long bus drive so that's a no.

delga: ([Random] kid me not.)

one. Feel like an asshole today. Anger, anxiety and assholery; it's the trifecta of misery!

two. Did I post about White Teeth after I finished it? Anyway: called the ending, but not the peculiar precision of it.

three. Tomorrow is Friday which gives me a day less to do what I want to do (wrt: many things). Three-day weekend, though. When was the last time the May Day Bank Holiday actually fell on May Day? Last year? Missed it.

--

So, yes, my bank account was frozen because I bought my train tickets to work in bulk this time around. I shit thee not. Spent an hour in the bank trying to get the whole thing sorted. On the one hand, the system is there to save you. On the other hand, that was a very long hour. On my mutant, third hand: it is not like my day would have been great without the distraction and at least I got out at lunch? Whatever. The bureaucracy of my existence bores me, y'all.

delga: ([Random] can't be doing with today.)

Things that are making me cranky: many things! Twitter makes me cranky - people who tweet every 5 minutes, people who live tweet shows, people who decide to tweet 100x instead of writing an eljay post! My gran is making me cranky because she has taken to following me around the house and sitting on my bed whilst I am trying to make the most out of my 2.5 hours at home each night. This stupid train is making me cranky! Why does it take longer to get from P to C than it does from P to LONDON?? Why does it cost so much and why is the connect not cheaper?? WHY DO I HAVE TO STOP FOR 20 USELESS AND FREEZING MINUTES IN THE MIDDLE?????

Why is tumblr so lacking in netiquette? Why are my co-workers such accidental assholes? Why do people get so fucking wound up over a basic admin error? Hello, this is not a personal attack, it is human error. And you are rich to talk! You can't use a fucking apostrophe!

Despite my cut-what-thou-wilt attitude to eljay, why is it so hard to cut the people who annoy me the most but have known for a while? (Rectifying this shit as soon as I grow a pair.) Why do some people persist in making musing posts designed specifically to show off their levels of intellect? Did you notice..? Why, yes, I did notice that, I am just less of a cow than you. But, by all means, well done; your powers of observation are *stunning*. Aren't you a clever dickie?

Why do people ring up about forms they have to fill in? You get care, you have to pay for it. Your pension went up on Apr 12th like everyone else? You get reassessed, like everyone else. You resent having to pay for your care at all? Well, you can always opt out and pay for all your care without state intervention. You think it's appalling/disgusting? Great. I don't care. You are being helped with your bill. Suck up the cost or pay for it yourself. You are entitled to the same as everyone else - no more. You are not special.

GUYS I AM SO CRANKY TODAY AND IT'S ONLY 8AM. Fuck this shit.

delga: ([grace] yayarms!)

Have woken to the news that season 4 of Saving Grace will be its last, goddamn. :((((

I wish I had a nayarms Grace icon.

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Things that are screwy: British Summer Time. Oh boy.

delga: ([csi:ny] mad as hell.)

I had a post here but sometimes my laptop moves the cursor and just erases all my text so fuck that.

delga: ([Random] call of the wild.)

I'm about to go to sleep so naturally this is the best time to post. Here: have a meme. This is my current desktop; what's yours?


Currently I am listening to Brandi Carlile's My Song and am contemplating what to do tomorrow that will keep me out of everyone's way. I am also fuck behind on sending out the cards for the exchange and this makes me feel crappy. Trying to be better, guys.

Frank O'Hara is something else entirely. The end.

delga: ([Random] can't be doing with today.)

I WAS RIGHT AT THE DOOR OF THE TRAIN. AT THE DOOR. PUSHING THE BUTTON. I WAS ACTUALLY WAY ON TIME CONSIDERING THE FAILBOMB THAT WAS MY BUS DRIVER.

THE TRAIN DRIVER WAS TALKING TO THE RAIL GUY ON THE PLATFORM. HEAD OUT OF THE WINDOW. HE *SAW* ME THAT FUCKER.

& now I have to wait for the connect. Because it is going to be that kind of day.

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This post was going to be a charming reiterance of my tweets this morning - namely, cream in my eye, quaint story of commuter-camraderie with my not-neighbour. BUT FUCK THAT SHIT. DIAF.

delga: ([Random] omg it's saffron burrows!)

Dear eljay, I am dying.

At least, that's how it feels right now. My head is full of yuck because of the cold I contracted from my cousin, and my hay fever picked today of all days to flare up. So I am sitting here at my desk and crying the way people with hayfever cry. It is a nightmare and yet I'd rather be here than go home. I would totally take the rest of today and tomorrow off except for the fact that I'd much rather die here than in front of my parents. Shit is complicated, y'all.

--

If you use two dashes on email posting, eljay won't post the rest of the content. Hence the long spaces. I'll edit those when I get home. If I ever get home. My temperature is up, but the building is hot anyway and I don't think the sun is going to make things easy for me today, either.

In other news, I have a shitload of contracts waiting to be written and no accompanying letters. Thank you, Corporate Overloads.

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I would talk about happier things except it's been over a fortnight since I've sat down to do anything by myself (for myself). Which is to say, I have fandom stacking up at home, and no time to catch up as of yet. This weekend should bring some time, and I'm going to the Rotary Quiz on Saturday, so hopefully I'll do some catching up. But I miss some of the things I used to do for leisure. I wanted to make icons the other night and was thwarted by (a) lack of software due to my laptop being useless in that regard, and (b) lack of time due to the fact that I now go to sleep at 10 every night. I know, I know. I'm so boring. It's ridiculous.

--

Things that are true: omigosh, guys, y'all are having birthdays and the like, or exams, or passing exams or, you know, your lives are continuing. I am reading but commenting is sometimes difficult due to connectivity issues whilst on the train. But I'm around, I swear. Please carry on being utterly wonderful.

--

edit: fixed. It's a weird kind of poetry when I post like that.

delga: ([grace] you don't believe in god.)

Am about to watch the Being Human finale. Oh gosh, guys. OH GOSH.

--

It occurs to me that my entries contain a lot of bitching. This one will likely be no different but I'll try against that by putting all my ails together and then moving on to other things. So, in no specific order:

  • laptop is dead for real this time
  • this keyboard (on the Home PC) is a nightmare to use
  • working tomorrow morning & then it's the coffee morning with the local college
  • am being kind of heinous to family for no real reason (& then feeling like shit about it)
  • no monies goddamn
  • no iTunes, which is actually more distressing than any of the above. I am a fickle creature
  • no NCIS or Criminal Minds this week; I want the next episode of CM so badly, guys, I can't even tell you

I'm sore tempted to do an Unpopular Fandom Opinions List but I'm aware that my mood is not optimal and that what I really want to do is bitch about all the tiny things that I can live with but which annoy me on a daily basis. So, just assume that part is here and that in an hour or so I will feel guilty about it.

--

My CRB certificate (the thing that certifies my lack of criminal record, huzzarms) came through yesterday which I'm hoping has set in motion various other, um, things. *is vague* But that's A Good Thing.

Another Good Thing is that I finished The Secret History today and promptly started The Little Friend (both by Donna Tartt). Tartt's prose is immensely appealing to me which I find surprising because the tone isn't something that I usually go for. No doubt I'll eventually quote large sections to you because that's the kind of mood I've been in recently.

--

I also watched a lot of crap today. swift/boring overview )

delga: ([madmen] take what I can get.)

True story: the Maltesers MaltEaster Bunny thing that has just come out? TOTALLY DELISH.

--

Other things that are also true: despite having paid absolutely NO attention to the Democratic Convention 2008, I still have most of DemCon04 on tape. I say most. Tonight I went looking for the tape which had Obama's speech on it and couldn't find it. Seriously. What the fuck. I have speeches by random delegates, Al Gore, John Kerry and Joe Biden but not Obama, Clinton or Heinz or anyone that I actually properly cared about this time around. I did my Eng. Lang coursework on speeches, though, so I think it's possible that I gave my tape of Obama's speech to someone else. What?

Yeah. The guy took office yesterday, and I'm here talking about a speech he gave four years ago.

--

Today I went into the community centre and worked my usual morning shift. I came home after midday and apparently lost all track of time because suddenly it was time to leave for the late shift. It's much quieter on Wednesday nights, but that allowed me to answer some calls, print off some leaflets, and have some one-to-one time with the newer/basics students. All in all, pretty great.

--

Oh gosh, guys, I totally need to book a train ticket to Cambridge tomorrow. Stab me until it's done, please.

--

Embarrassing: covered the death shift at the store on Monday night and ended up talking to a friend of mine from primary school. I was hit with a brickload of shame, guys, which I promptly bitchslapped myself for if only because: what. the. fuck. I should know better.

--

And so, yes, I'm so tired, waking up too early on days I need to be out of the house, and massively overcompensating/oversleeping on the days I have off. On the plus side: I have two Donna Tartt novels to read (arms of yay here, yes thanks) and it turns out that I'm still in love with Big Love. Like. Massively. Completely. In love. I love it. I LOVE IT.

--

So, I got a snooty comment and a defriending over poetry. Which. Whatever. Friend/de-friend, this booty is a burden to none but me etc. etc. BUT. Like. Seriously? This is a problem? Poetry? I guess if you signed up to read about the badassery of Ziva David or how much I want to stab Charlie Eppes in the face with a fork then the poetry comes as a bit of a surprise. But. SERIOUSLY. THIS IS THE ISSUE?

Maybe I'm being a bitch, but shit: get a bite of culture. What the fuck?

All of this is longhand for what I said yesterday, really: I'm not reducing the poetry posts, and I'm not filtering them, and that's what the scroll bar is for, guys. If it bothers you, then filter me out, or de-friend. And I'm sure there are some of you who, if you do cut me from your lists it's going to bother/upset me. On the other hand, the secondary instinct will be one of epic eye-rolling. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? THE POETRY? My mind boggles kind of ridiculously about this. What. the. shit.

--

Whoop, whoop; new Lost! New Criminal Minds! HURRAH HURRAH!

delga: ([Random] old-fashioned train wreck.)

Was waiting for Big Love and realised there was probably a podcast to go along with the show; ended up watching a selection of preview/explanatory clips which made me even more excited for the show's return. I'm tempted to watch all of the previous two seasons before I dive in again, but that's not really practical.

--

Other fandom: finally watched CSI's season 8 premiere. spoilers. )

Hopefully I won't be at the store tomorrow night, so then I can watch the next one on TV.

--

I'm finally caught up with Private Practice, though I'm still behind on Grey's Anatomy. People: please explain to me why I keep allowing myself to get caught up in this annoyance. This show is about a bunch of grown adults behaving like teenagers, constantly going against patient privilege/request, and cheating on everyone. WHY AM I STILL WATCHING?

re: Grey's Anatomy, see above x100.

--

On the plus side: omg, United States of Tara! The parts of the pilot that weren't leaked in the trailer were good enough to make me want to watch again, which I would be doing anyway, if only for Rosemarie DeWitt who I have taken a great liking to. T is grating, but I really like Buck, and I hope we get to clue in to Alice asap. Plus, I really like the relationship between the brother and the sister in the show. So. Yay?

--

I must have seemed extremely frustrated at the centre this morning (I didn't feel it) because Boss Lady asked me twice if I was okay. It was a strange morning because there were a lot of people there but there wasn't really a lot for me to do. Then I had a shift at the reception after which I sent off a meeting report to the College Rep who visited on Friday. Hopefully that's all in order.

This evening I have to work the late shift at The Store. Again. Kill me; kill me now.

delga: ([Random] catastrophe.)

in which M is a moron. )


Currently I'm trying to buy a train ticket for tomorrow and failing because the National Rail website keeps kicking me off. Irritating doesn't begin to cover it. If I have to go to town to buy it, I'm going to get charged something in the region of £50. Uh, no thanks.

--

Next post will be more of the top 5s which is actually turning out to be a great meme, not just in what people are asking me, but other people's responses. This meme has hit my flist pretty hard, lol, but it's producing some great posts.

--

On a bike! The next time I come home I'm going to be done with uni. That s really too horrifying to properly contemplate.

delga: ([Random] girl got issues.)

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD.

So, the home PC sort of fucked us over post-blue-death-screen and it's taken me the last two hours to figure out how to repair from the installation CD. OMG HORRENDOUS. It's repairing/reinstalling now but it keeps trying to find finds which just aren't there, bloody hell. SO MUCH STRESS.

Just trying to get the computer to boot from the CD-ROM drive was A NIGHTMARE (um, mostly because I'm a moron) but really, I can't work out what the hell was wrong in the first place. The PC booted yesterday after the initial scare, I ran scandisk and then it just wouldn't load past the Windows XP window. I'd get a black screen, a cursor and... nothing. So. I don't even know. I'm just hoping it works after this repair wizard is through because otherwise The Sister is going to yell at me like this is my fault, even though the blue death screen has come up a hundred times whilst I was away from home. (The Sister's logic is that it must be MY fault because it's certainly NOT HERS. And then she yells and walks away so that you can't retaliate/actually talk about what the fuck is going on. JEBUS.)

--

Tonight I was going to have chilli paneer (peppers, yay!) but now I'm going to have some dhokla (pronounced dho-kra). More yay!

--

Nearly finished with season 3 of Lost. INSANE, INSANE. Earlier The Mother came into my room whilst I was watching(/knitting) and she was all, "What's going on?" My reply was, "Seriously? TOO COMPLICATED TO EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW." (For those that care, the scene had Ben, Locke and Eye-Patch in it. Yeah. EXPLAIN THAT.)

--

EDIT: OH GOD IT DIDN'T WORK WTF. (I think one of the graphics drivers has fucked off but I don't have an installation disk for that so wtf???) UGH UGH UGH.

delga: ([Random] can't be doing with today.)

Despite the fact that EVERYWHERE is closed, I will be working in the shop today because WE are still open. It's too early for this shit.

--

Despite the sun's valiant efforts yesterday (and our relatively blue skies) this morning I woke to a white-out. Not that pansy sprinkling I saw yesterday either, but real blankets of the stuff. I am not a "whee! snow!" person. I am a "FUCK, SNOW, [continuing expletives]" person and if it turns out that no customers come to the store because of the snow, I'm still going to be STUCK THERE because I can't get back to the house without one of my parents. Fucking weather.

delga: ([ncis] raindusk.)

So, have stopped writing the gloves rewrite/companion which theoretically opens up bundles of time for me to redraft my ExWrit assignment. It's official: I hate my first attempt. So I will be spending tomorrow doing the whole assignment over again, coding and all.

It's very experimental, it's just not coherent. And it's not something I can ask people to beta, mostly because it fails at its objective. SIGH EVERYONE SIGH.

--

Wow. Sorry. I know that with my track record I'm not really allowed to judge, but holy shit, Primeval is A PILE OF CRAP, and I'm sort of sick of people talking about it like it's the second coming of the Messiah.

--

The Weepies! How delightful. maybe, maybe this is not your year.

--

I think I'm going to marathon NCIS now. I rewatched Reveille the other day but now I'm thinking I need to watch Bete Noire. Hmmm. PRIORITIES, PEOPLE. (I also watched The Sarah Connor Chronicles. That show was basically made for ME, and I'm not even a Terminator fan.)

delga: ([Random] girl got issues.)

My circadian rhythms are so fucked. And I doubt they're going to get any better in the next couple of days.

delga: ([bones] friend and partner.)

So, I woke before midday. At 0930, actually. I should feel a sense of accomplishment! Whereas actually I'm back to suffering my old anxiety pangs. Hai thar panic reflex. So wonderful to have you back again! Not!

--

I saw this terrifying thing involving cats yesterday. If I can find a link, you can have it. But it was HORRIBLE.

--

Cereal! Then the library! Kill me!

delga: ([Random] kid me not.)

UGH. So, to get to campus from my street, there's a cut-through. The cut-through literally cuts into the hill so you have to go down some steps, across the water way, and then up some steps. What did I do at around 0830? As I was coming down the stpes, I twisted my ankle. BADLY. It hurts a LOT because all of my weight fell onto the foot oddly. I haven't sprained anything, I'm certain, because I can walk through the pain, and because after a while, the pain centralises on my foot, not my ankle. That said, because I was sat down for 90 minutes, when I got up to walk around: holy fuck. M IS NOT A HAPPY BUNNY.

--

Didn't get to sleep until very late. Got up on time but my lecture was once again deathly dull and I took a handful of micronaps whilst the lecturer was speaking. Aie. I'm not going to that seminar today (need to work on the opther ExWrit piece).

It wouldn't be so bad if she didn't speak so damn quickly. How is anyone supposed to take notes in class? There are a lot of quotes that she pulls but she doesn't give page references, or she speeds through author names and titles, without spelling out important names. Fuck. It's too bloody much for a bad Monday morning. Normally I'd feel guilty about dozing in a class. Not this time.

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I'm now on the subsidiary campus, about to finalise the poetry I'm handing in for ExWrit. I need to write a 250 word 'justification', too. I ended up taking ethnopoetics and murdering it. I think if I ever use that poem again, I'll stick to what I originally had.

UGH. I AM SHATTERED.

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