{ it's probably weirder for him. }

[delga]

Bed at midnight, up at 8.30am again! Yay! Also, it's sunny outside, and I have a double lecture at eleven so I'm feeling good. After the lecture, I'm heading to the humanities campus library to do the supplemental reading that I need to do, and I'm taking my copy of Wind in the Willows with me because it will never get read otherwise. One downside to this morning - it turns out that my first text for On Reading hasn't turned up (Henry James' The Aspern Papers). I've emailed The Sister to check that I haven't left it at home, but that seems highly unlikely because I don't remember seeing it whilst I was there. This means that I'm going to have to fork out for another copy because I need it asap. Sigh.

Also, not looking forward to Research Skills. Have been grouped with four people whose names I ken not on a subject that is so insane - it's something like, we have to produce a project on 16th and 17th century country houses and palaces. I...what? And I hate group work because you're so reliant on other people for your grade.

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Prison Break. Oh. Huh. My head hurts.

eta: Michael called Sara, aw. But Sara and Kellerman? And then the whole Nika's jealousy, not jealousy, helping the plan, killing the plan thing. Damn. AND T-Bag! *shudder*

JOHN ABRUZZI WTF. The show is doing damage obviously. Nice move there with the fake out, as always. The skinny kid who doesn't know how to talk, he's funny, as is his whole situation.

Anyway. That was stressful.

I really wish people wouldn't use spoilery icons. It's really kind of rude. And to that girl whose LJ I read about how she couldn't be fucked with spoiler tagging? Have some manners. Just because you don't give a shit about spoilers doesn't mean it's the same for everyone else.

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In terms of fandom, I have Atlantis to watch, then Stargate, two episodes of The Unit and NCIS. So I think that if I get all my work done on campus, I can get back early and relax a little bit. If not, I'm going to have to start freeing up my Saturdays or my Sundays to stay caught up. And to not go crazy, obviously.