*flailyflail*

Um, yes. I may have done some bad things today.

Didn't finish my essay last night, because I am a Lazy Twat. However, caffiene kept me awake anyway. So I slept for a grand total of about four hours before I took Derya back to the station.

Now, just guess what I did when I came back at 7am? That's right, I went back to bed.

And stayed there until 11.

Today is the Day Of Hell that is meant to begin with leaving the house at 9.30.

So no medieval history lecture for me. To be fair, I get SO BORED in the ones we're doing this week that it might be a good thing.

So. No essay and no lecture. Bombed out in Spanish in an embarrassingly bad way, but thn consoled myself with the knowledge that I was going to skip that lesson tomorrow. To be precise, I went to the teacher after the lesson. I did not say a word of a lie at any point.

"My grandmother is dead. My family need to see me. I have to be back for Friday night. I live in Liverpool, so if I drive I won't get home until about 10.30 and that is a Bad Time to be on the M6."

All of the above are true. My paternal grandmother kicked the bucket about twenty years ago, though. Maria-Jose looked sympathetic and told me that it was fine.

w00t. I think, in honestly, she's given up all hope in me and I have given up all hope in Spanish. I'm just not a linguist. And that's fine with me. ANY OTHER SUBJECT FOR THE NEXT SEMESTER. Except, y'know, a language.

So, I have skipped lectures and lied to my Spanish teacher and STILL DAMNED PROCRASTINATING ON MY DAMNED ESSAY OF DAMNEDNESS.

Things To Do Before I Go Home:

1. Finish that fucking essay.
2. Do emergency sewing job.
3. Pack.
4. Make Lists for remaining housemates.
5. Check how to get home. I know there's a motorway involved somewhere. It's quite terrifyingly complex.
6. Put oil in the car.
7. And petrol.
8. And air in the tyres.
9. Panic some more about essay.

Sleep? Yes. Should do that before my EIGHT HOUR DRIVE. Oh, the sacrifices I make.

[eta: just got Spanish mark through the e-mail. Well. I'd be unhappy if it was any other subject, but right now I'm just glad to be scraping through. I need a 5, I got an 8.5. It'll do.]

~Hathy_Col~

out of darkness into light

Seems strangely appropriate, this subject title. Firstly, Happy Eid. I have no Muslims on my flist BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT. Completely forgot pr1ncess_sara. I am a bad person. So Happy Eid to her.

I have finished my bastarding Charlemagne essay. 2,336 words which is over 800 too many (edity edity time is soon) but the point is I have FINISHED IT. I have just completed my first essay as a University Student. I feel oddly proud.

I also feel quite alone. Derya is in Germany. Sarah and Katie are at RockSoc, and I wanted to go SO MUCH but unfortunately all I have done tonight is, in fact, finish my essay and phone my Dad to assure him that yes, I will be coming home and yes, I am vaguely sure of the way and if all else fails, head South and hope for the best.

However, there is a fireworks display on at the beach tonight. I went for a little bit and breathed in the air of my favourite type of night. I could smell and hear the sea, miles out and only visable by flickering light. The air smelt of cool nights and grass, and the eerie light of the fire and fireworks lit up little huddles of people, individual faces lit by sparklers. I was quite happy just standing by myself, breathing in the sights, but, um, people were staring. And that creeped me out a little, so I decided to head home. I have the window wide open - it's mild, so it doesn't matter - and I can see the fireworks. It's quite beautiful.

In ten minutes, I am going to edit my essay, but first things first. I'm going to do that damned sewing, for a start, and maybe some packing, and write down the instructions in clear, idiot proof ways so that I do actually make it home and Not Die in the process.

For the people who haven't quite yet realised, I may not post too often in the next week. Tomorrow I drive home and leave the car for crazy MOT type things in Ormskirk. I then get the train to Cambridge and generally pillage their library for reading week, as well as, y'know, being in Cambridge which is always a positive thing. Also going on an Expedition to see loneraven on Thursday which makes me very happy indeed.

It's going to be a good week. I'm really looking forward to going home for a little bit, actually, and seeing Ormskirk and going through Liverpool. Oh, Liverpool! I miss you. And I get to bother Simon for a whole week (he is at his liberty to throw me out at any time, but he assures me I'm more than welcome) and I even get to see Birdy. I think some time away from uni will do me good. I think I might miss the little seaside town I've come to call home, though. I like walking by the sea every day. I like knowing where I'm going. I like having independence, and living with people I get on with, and knowing everything I do is a product of my own fate. I like being connected to hundreds of years of history - think how many people have sat in this bedroom, cooked in that kitchen, walked these streets, been educated in the same course? It's fascinating. I am, however, feeling increasinyl cluastrophobic, so a break will bring me back with renewed vigour. Possibly.

~Hathy_Col~