{ the are roads left in both of our shoes. }

[delga]

Today was a mixture of wonderful and ridiculously brain-mashing. I awoke to emails from wliberation and twincy and proceeded to spend most of the day spamming the latter. Our wit, it is pure and surely divine. The rest of the day (i.e. late afternoon until now) was spent in T's room as I tried to write my essay. Which is now done. Not the worst thing I've ever produced but not the best. Tomorrow is reserved for answering emails and writing my dissertation proposal. The latter is going to be a bitch because, hello, I don't give a shit.

The rest of the week is dedicated to revision, but that's actually okay, because I love revising. My exam is a week away; in a fortnight I'm leaving Soton. The end of the year is always surreal. (I'm still hiding from people.)

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Did I mention I got all the units I subscribed to? Well, I did.

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I actually feel quite good, all things considered. My housemates are a fucking riot. You know it's true when they regularly (spontaneously) come up with things like: Are knickers unnatural? or I was practicing alien speech for when we're finally invaded. I love them. Currently they are surfing Engrish.com and choking with laughter. It's a good way to be.

Comments

[agentcat47.livejournal.com]

*waves*

I'm glad your essay is done! That's always a nice feeling. Even if it isn't faaabulous, it's still done. Phew. Good luck on the proposal though!

Your housemates sound fun. :)