Disillusionment and Disengagement

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but I have signed up for something that, in hindsight, was a mistake. Politics teacher was contacted by the Labour party, who wanted gullible students to work as surveyers about why they got trounced in the recent elections. Being me, I signed up, got my list of addresses and quiestionnaires, and off I went. I've spent an hour this morning phoning up people in the most stupid and rude excuse for a council ward I have ever found. I have found one person out of 17 who voted in the last election. Only about 10 people (at the most) would actually do the damned questionnaire.

Ugh. I have to do 30 names, and I'm getting minimum wage for this particular glee. I've done an hour so far.

Repeat to self: It will look good on my UCAS form. It will look good on my UCAS form.

Speaking of that dreadful apparatus, I have officially made tentative university type moves. Well, I've booked a place of the Aberdeen Open Day, and Dad has even coughed up the cash to stay over. This may be because I am going off the deep end over university. I think everyone else's parents are doing it too, but mine are worse -

"Well, we'll pay... oh, wait, we can't afford it..."
(Actually, you don't need to. You know that pesky trust whatsit that you and most of the family have been quietly coughing money into for the last 17 years or so whenever it suited you? Well, that'll work out nicely for the fees.)
"How much a week for a room?! You're staying at home!"
(Not in this or any other lifetime. Two words: student loan.)
"Scotland is so far!"
(Driving lessons, please.)
"An extra year! You know that you can't afford that!"
(Interesting point: Scottish students have free university. I am not Scottish, so I don't. I do, however, get the last year free.)

You see the point.

Gah. It's an exhausting experience, really. I still need a book a place for the St Andrews Open Day, but that's a little way further. And really, it's just tricky trying to persuade my Mum that she doesn't actually need to come along. She could, if she wanted; except she refuses to drive to Scotland. This means that she and Dad will have to come. This means that Megan will have to come. This means I can and will revert to spoiled!angry!teenager mode, as I flat out refuse to have her along for the ride. So, it reverts back to just being me and Dad.

Today, I planned to fill out forms for camp and to clean my bedroom. Curse the Labour party - I've gone and become distracted from that instead. I suppose I should get used to another week for a room like a pit...

Back I go. I fancy a cup of tea and I may as well put another hours work in for the Labour party to make a grand total of £7.60 for my hard work...

The depressing part is that it's still more than I get paid at Homebase.

~Hathy_Col~

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Feeling somewhat rejected at the moment. People kept on telling me basically buggar off, so I've given all hope on the politics front. I'll go and be dejected at Elaine tomorrow.

Somewhat stupidly, I sent a fic off to Henneth-Annun a while ago - this fic to be precise. They have yet to get back to me. This adds to a feeling of rejection, despite my general feeling of "Well, HASA is a bit rubbish anyway." Well, it is. I'd send off my lone SilmFic, too. I'm genuinely chuffed with how that one turned out - it's a topic no one seems to deal with, I invented a pairing and Teenage!Elros is always a bonus. I have not sent it off, however, because it is slash and people are far too sniffy about it. I like slash. It's a good slash story, if I do say so myself - it's so light a touching of the slash that it's barely there, and the kiss is a feather-light one. I won't send it off, however, because my Silm knowledge is not watertight and I'm convinced that I'll be picked up on a tiny detail that I missed. Anyway. Silly HASA. I will stick with the much more fabby OSA and be happy. Which, y'know, won't get the story because it's slash.

That last paragraph made no sense, did I?

I'm also officially not on the international trip with Rangers this year. That sorta bites, to be honest. I wouldn't mind, except they've been fucking rude over the whole thing. They don't phone you back if you don't get in. This is rude and nasty in the first place. Secondly, I did get a phone call on Wednesday night, informing me that the results would be late because they had late arrivals. That really wound me up the wrong way; if they don't turn up on the night the meeting is supposed to be then you shouldn't be in it. End of story. Fuck 'em, really. I've severely gone off Guiding recently, and now I'm dreading having signed up to do my warrant. Looks like I won't have a choice, either...

I'm being unusually morose, aren't I?

College tomorrow. Have the morning off, but I have to go and do a presentation on Louise De Keroualle. *facepalm*

~Hathy_Col~