{ you call me a bitch in heat and I call you a liar. }

I actually wrote this entry just after I'd finished writing my essay and then, for whatever reason, completely forgot to post it.

The new update page upsets me, if only because of all the box-y lines. I really, really don't understand how more lines makes this an easier system. I suppose it makes switching from rich text to html mode easier, but seriously, the fuck? Huh, I just realised that the userpics show at the top now. Okay. It's not so different, and I'll get used to it soon enough. It's just very shocking to open the update page and been attacked by a bright white screen with inexplicable lines across the damn thing.

So, yeah, finished the essay around 1.30am and then spent the next two hours sorting out my bibliography and footnotes. Most of the house was up anyway - K had her own essay to finish which isn't done yet but she has time to do it tomorrow. Today. Whatever. The Flatmate, N and T stayed up because T had to take a cab at 4am (it's 4.30 now - I have a double lecture at 9) to the interchange so that she can get a coach to take her to Heathrow. This is so that she can take a plane back to the States. Anyway, I footnoted and ate toast, the others played faux-jenga and then built things using the wooden blocks. They also abused (!) the gifts I bought N for the Secret Santa we did.

Which reminds me. Spent an awesome couple of hours in town with The Flatmate. I bought N a Simpsons calendar, a mini-Riger on a keychain, and a tiny elastic/stretchy yellow man...thing; I wrapped them in Monkton paper because that was apparently A Theme this week. The Flatmate bought T an Edward Monkton mug (ninja biscuits!) and a Kermit the Frog card. We also bought chocolate coins to share with the house. Good times *g* When we got back, I was finally in a Christmassy mood, so we wrapped gifts and played Christmas music. T came back from class with tree-shaped cookies which we put together with the chocolate coins. Then I studied. Sigh.

Gift opening happened at around 7pm. We ate cookies and chocolate coins (so healthy) and opened our gifts! N and T were pleased with their giftage. T bought K a calendar featuring stills from the BBC wildlife documentary. I forget the name but it was very popular and impressive. Anyway, K bought TW some pretty earrings and an Edward Monkton notebook (see? Theme) and TW bought The Flatmate two glow in the dark stars, and a message bean (you grow it, the pod has a message on it. It's actually really awesome; The Flatmate had one for her birthday last year and we were sad because she had to take it home. It grew all over her room; it was awesome). N bought me a book by Jeanette Winterson called The Power Book. I've already read some of it - I really like Winterson's style, and this one's about a woman who writes stories for people online and lets them say they've written them. Or something. I'm obviously not that far into it.

Anyway, then I headed back to my room to smack my head against the wall and finish the fucking essay. Death to it. I don't think it's come out all that well but it's done now and that's really all I give a damn about anymore. In a few hours I have to leave for my double lecture, then go to the library and do some prep reading for Friday's seminars. After that I'll come home and sleep. Friday night is for packing and cleaning the room; Saturday morning is the exodus. Damn. That's scary. I need to remember to pack the right books which means I need to check which essays I need to do over the vacation period. Crap.

I really love this fucking song. I'm going to go and watch NCIS. Or Atlantis.

{ I had to leave my home. }

The dozing went really well until about 7-something when I actually fell asleep for about an hour. N woke me at 8.20, thwacking a fist on the door. Be proud - I was in the lecture hall twenty minutes later, and still freaking early. Had a predictably difficult time concentrating in class, then went to hand in my essay and find the reading I have to do for tomorrow's seminar. I just realised that I haven't finished the book yet so I have to tackle that on top of the critical reading. Yay?

I'll probably fall asleep whilst reading but I can deal with that. Really too tired to give a damn. Later I have a lot of fandom to work through. I thought we were into the holiday hiatus but I was obviously mistaken.

My most pressing concern at the moment is how I want to write some fanfic but don't give enough of a damn about any of my fandoms to actually be able to do that. Sigh.

{ could it be I'm suffering? }

For whatever reason, instead of spending my free time catching up on fandom, I spent it finishing book for class tomorrow, reading Bones fic (I know. I know) and thinking about this week's Battlestar. Which. OK, am I seriously the only person who loves watching the pilot-centric episodes? Because I loved it, I really did, and without giving anything away, it was one of those episodes that said a lot more about Kara than it did [Pilot o'the Week]. Not just that, but it brought some awesome ideas to the fore. Look, just read the TWoP recap of it. Seriously! ( Spoilers. )

I am in a spamtastic mood right now. Sigh. Oh, that Bones fic? Is something everyone should read. It's bloody brilliant. Even if you don't know the fandom, I'd recommend it, but the chronology is a bit wackyso it might mean less to you. It's called fractures (three of them) and it's by sezzie_dee and it's MADE OF AWESOME. Srsly. I can't even be coherent about the way the whole damn thing comes together. I read it, went back to the start, read it again, went back to the start. I want to read it again. It's Brennan/Booth, or rather, it's about not-them and about all the ways they'd never get it to work out. This is not my usual party, guys, but the writing knocked me out. You know how I love stylistic plays. READ THIS. Please? Please.