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So, I've got an essay due in, er, tomorrow. Minimum word count is 1,000 words, which after the dissertation feels like, quite frankly, nothing. I am 3,000 words a day girl! Well, I'm not really, but it's not too bad. Possibly the fact I am sat on my bed updating LJ with a blackhead strip thing across my nose indicates my apathy. As does, ahem, the fact that I'm going out for lunch with Ceri in an hour. Ah well.

There are currently sixty students occupying a uni building. This confuses me a little, as I'm not 100% sure how this'll help people in Palestine. Ah well. I'm going to go and peer at them later on.

Tuesday night turned out to be slightly epic, in the end. The last two pub crawls have been, er, il-attended for lack of a better term, but there were about fifteen people last night. Fifteen! There wasn't space in most pubs! We ended up in AltSoc in the end and I danced rather badly. It was all great fun, although my slight hangover on Wednesday combined with a total lack of sleep and having to go to work is why last night was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time, and why I didn't get a lot of my essay done last night.

Right, Joseph Chamberlain, a man who I still know nothing about. Oh dear.

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I have this essay due in... er... 23 hours or so, and I've barely written half of it. This counts towards my degree, and I can't find it in me to give a crap. I really want to impress this guy, especially as I don't just get my essay back, I have to go and talk to him about it, and I volunteered to speak at a debate in a couple of weeks so I could do without looking like a complete idiot, but oh no, this is a big pile of crap. I hope he marks kindly. It's bad enough my medieval tutor thinks I'm a transsexual gambling addict. God knows what this one is going to think of me after seeing the cackhanded hack job I'm making of this one. Because, well, I can talk a lot about his life, but it's meant to be his contribution to the discusson of democracy, and all I have is "a bit radical, probably partially responsible for rank and file organisation" which is all well and good fine, but I probably have to talk about Ireland and colonialism which isn't relevant but if I don't write about it then there'll be a large gap and ARGH ARGH ARGH.

loneraven and I are going to start a circus. With a bookshop in it. There will be lions. We're not sure how we're acquiring them, but we suspect it'll involve poaching in Knowsley Safari Park. It's all good, as long as no one stops me from going on the trapeze.