and so it is, just lke you said it would be

I don't feel especially well. Tonsillitus is, apparently, more contagious than expected.

*dies*

Typically, lectures started today. I had to go and enrol in Spanish for Beginners and Modern History, which was... it felt insane. Booklist is enough to terrify anyone. Okay, it's one course booklet (£10!!) and two books (not even looked at the price yet) but there is a REALLY REALLY LONG LIST of stuff they suggest you read. Spanish also has a book, and I need to get a dictionary. The mediaeval history lecture isn't until tomorrow (10AM BY GOD) but I have a nagging feeling that the workload will be immense for that end.

Deep end, much? I should be doing something productive with my time, but now I just want to curl up in bed with a cup of tea and ignore the scariness of university.

I mean, it's not all scary. Believe it or not, I'm actually looking at the course list with some interest - the lectures actually sound fascinating and if I put some work into it then I think that Spanish will be interesting, too. The teacher seemed lovely, which is always a bonus. I just haven't actually touched any academic work other than revision since April, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'm actually good enough for this. Maybe I should run away to Antigua with the proceeds of my student loan.

Speak of the devil, that hasn't shown up yet either. Money is not currently an issue, as I have more than enough to get books and to feed myself, but I do not have enough for the next month, given that I have to pay my rent and part of my fees.

I'm just bone-tired at the moment, and feeling ill, and I know I have to do my laundry (and possibly the washing up, as it won't get done otherwise), and just entirely bewildered by the entire thing.

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Right. What shall I do tonight? Fencing with Lisa or audition for Angels in America with Sarah? Choices, choices.

*meanders off to laundry pile*

~Hathy_Col~

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Have done the duty and phoned not only my mother but also my grandfather.

Tescos Extra Value Bread was the topic of much of this conversation. And veiled begs for cheese.

In other news, I have done my laundry and feel increasingly worse. Cup a soup time, I think. And an early night. Sorry to spam you all but I am bored, ill, and not really in the mood to face real people tonight. *coughs*

~Hathy_Col~

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For all the times I bashed Rock FM, I am in love with it now. There's something wonderful about listening to a local station when one is in Fife. Also, they have played Eagle-Eyed Cherry and a Natalie Imbrulgia that I haven't heard for ages. And, y'know, local accents and all that.

I have made a timetable and a shopping list of books. I'm doing well. Housemates made me pancakes to cheer me up. *cuddles housemates* Also set the fire alarm off in the kitchen, which is less good, but was very funny as we ran around flailing, and me with a plate of pancakes. At least we know it works.

My sinuses are giving me physical pain at the moment. Cannot afford medicine, but I did more or less chew a lemon. Did the job. Briefly.

OH WOW BRIMFUL OF ASHA. *briefly tries to dance before flopping over*

I should go to bed. I have clean sheets now. Hurrah for laundry.

~Hathy_Col~