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Apr. 20th, 2007 05:30 pmToday is Not Being A Good Day.
I am making do - and probably mightily pissing off all the people I live with, as well as hopefully next door - with playing cheesy 1990s dance music AS LOUD AS I CAN and reflecting that, although it's the weekend, at least I have, er, Strongbow to keep me occupied. Last night became a sort of spontaneous Beer And Curry night, wherein we darted out to buy takeaway and cheap lager. Except I got cheap cider. I swear to God, I really do like the taste of Stongbow. No one ever believes me! Maybe it's because I never drank it at as a 15 year old?
But oh good grief, this has been a bloody awful day and because the world is unfair and cruel, God-Bothering 101 became the only bright spot. I began my day by getting out of bed late, thereby throwing me off My Wonderful Schedule of the morning (out of bed by 6.33am, in the kitchen by 6.38am [a trick achieved by having all my clothes set out for me already and by making my hair damp before I go to bed, meaning it stays perfectly still all night, therefore removing precious time that I would have to use to tame my hair], kettle boiled by 6.40am, and then I have ten whole minutes to drink tea and wake up EGADS).
The car park was completely barred over, so then I had to park by Hope Street and walk. It was at about this point the older woman who cleans upstairs decided that the best thing to do was to was to have a go at me for parking in the car park every day. Quite nastily too, I might point out. "I mean, I know you won't listen but you see my point, don't you?"
"... I have permission to do this, and lectures which I sort of have to go to right after work."
"Yes, but I move!"
"... I have lectures?"
"Plus, you could walk. Lots of these people come in from outside St Andrews!"
"I'm a half an hour walk away!"
"Yes, well, I know you won't give in on this!"
You know, if someone came to me from upstairs - the office staff - and asked me about this, I would happily apologise and start parking in Hope Street all the time. No one has said anything, and now, I am going to be a pain in the arse about it and refuse to move. If I'd had time to formulate a decent argument, I would have pointed out that everyone else has bus times, what with turning up after 9am; I have no bus at all. I'm still really angry about this. Argh!
I forgot my purse, so I forgot my swipe card, which is just irritating. It also meant that I couldn't buy myself a hasty doughnut for breakfast for divinity, which was the usual dull lecture. We did, however, get to have a debate between Reformed, Lutherans and Catholics. I ended up Pope Leo X with my Cardinal Homies and our argument was to say 'ANATHEMA!' a lot, which I imagine was the case if this debate did ever happen.
And now I have to be eaten by essays for the next two weeks. I am half way through one of five. I feel this is progress.
I sort of want to go out tonight, but I have lots of work I need to do, and lots of work I need to do tomorrow so I need not to be hungover. Ho hum. I want to dance, though! Maybe I shall drink my remaining can of Strongbow and dance around my room.
I am making do - and probably mightily pissing off all the people I live with, as well as hopefully next door - with playing cheesy 1990s dance music AS LOUD AS I CAN and reflecting that, although it's the weekend, at least I have, er, Strongbow to keep me occupied. Last night became a sort of spontaneous Beer And Curry night, wherein we darted out to buy takeaway and cheap lager. Except I got cheap cider. I swear to God, I really do like the taste of Stongbow. No one ever believes me! Maybe it's because I never drank it at as a 15 year old?
But oh good grief, this has been a bloody awful day and because the world is unfair and cruel, God-Bothering 101 became the only bright spot. I began my day by getting out of bed late, thereby throwing me off My Wonderful Schedule of the morning (out of bed by 6.33am, in the kitchen by 6.38am [a trick achieved by having all my clothes set out for me already and by making my hair damp before I go to bed, meaning it stays perfectly still all night, therefore removing precious time that I would have to use to tame my hair], kettle boiled by 6.40am, and then I have ten whole minutes to drink tea and wake up EGADS).
The car park was completely barred over, so then I had to park by Hope Street and walk. It was at about this point the older woman who cleans upstairs decided that the best thing to do was to was to have a go at me for parking in the car park every day. Quite nastily too, I might point out. "I mean, I know you won't listen but you see my point, don't you?"
"... I have permission to do this, and lectures which I sort of have to go to right after work."
"Yes, but I move!"
"... I have lectures?"
"Plus, you could walk. Lots of these people come in from outside St Andrews!"
"I'm a half an hour walk away!"
"Yes, well, I know you won't give in on this!"
You know, if someone came to me from upstairs - the office staff - and asked me about this, I would happily apologise and start parking in Hope Street all the time. No one has said anything, and now, I am going to be a pain in the arse about it and refuse to move. If I'd had time to formulate a decent argument, I would have pointed out that everyone else has bus times, what with turning up after 9am; I have no bus at all. I'm still really angry about this. Argh!
I forgot my purse, so I forgot my swipe card, which is just irritating. It also meant that I couldn't buy myself a hasty doughnut for breakfast for divinity, which was the usual dull lecture. We did, however, get to have a debate between Reformed, Lutherans and Catholics. I ended up Pope Leo X with my Cardinal Homies and our argument was to say 'ANATHEMA!' a lot, which I imagine was the case if this debate did ever happen.
And now I have to be eaten by essays for the next two weeks. I am half way through one of five. I feel this is progress.
I sort of want to go out tonight, but I have lots of work I need to do, and lots of work I need to do tomorrow so I need not to be hungover. Ho hum. I want to dance, though! Maybe I shall drink my remaining can of Strongbow and dance around my room.
