July 2004 - "Loads of time."
August 2004 - "Maybe I should find my notes."
1st September 2004 - "I should start now."
5th September 2004 - "Eh, I'll do it tomorrow."
6th September - 11am - "I'll have a shower first."
6th September - 12am - "Oooh, lookit, my Blondell notes! Let's go and have some lunch."
6th September - 1pm - "Yay! Done the introduction! Livejournal time!"
6th September - 2pm - "Oh, damn, have to do more introduction."
6th September - 3pm - "Buggarbuggar Collectormania." (note: this is, in fact, almost sorted now, look on
colleen_show for more stuff)
6th September - 3.42pm - "I'm fucked."
6th September - 3.55pm - "Let's go on LiveJournal and talk about being in mjaor trouble."
I have no willpower. This essay is much harder than it looks, although I'm slipping back into my old habit of writing weird sentences like "This was reflected in the politics of the day, with similar aims and ideals being repeated by the politicians who were simply responding to the clamours of the electorate as a whole, taking in particular issues..." What the hell does that mean!? I'm sure I've already made that point...
I have tomorrow to finish it. Well, sort of. Mum is going into hospital and I'll eat my hat if Megan'll do any work around the house.
It worries me that I'm not even back at college and I'm already working out ways to say "Oops, forgot the homework." I'm better doing homework when in college; what else are free periods for?
I have to go and peel potatoes now. Oh dear...
~Hathy_Col~
August 2004 - "Maybe I should find my notes."
1st September 2004 - "I should start now."
5th September 2004 - "Eh, I'll do it tomorrow."
6th September - 11am - "I'll have a shower first."
6th September - 12am - "Oooh, lookit, my Blondell notes! Let's go and have some lunch."
6th September - 1pm - "Yay! Done the introduction! Livejournal time!"
6th September - 2pm - "Oh, damn, have to do more introduction."
6th September - 3pm - "Buggarbuggar Collectormania." (note: this is, in fact, almost sorted now, look on
6th September - 3.42pm - "I'm fucked."
6th September - 3.55pm - "Let's go on LiveJournal and talk about being in mjaor trouble."
I have no willpower. This essay is much harder than it looks, although I'm slipping back into my old habit of writing weird sentences like "This was reflected in the politics of the day, with similar aims and ideals being repeated by the politicians who were simply responding to the clamours of the electorate as a whole, taking in particular issues..." What the hell does that mean!? I'm sure I've already made that point...
I have tomorrow to finish it. Well, sort of. Mum is going into hospital and I'll eat my hat if Megan'll do any work around the house.
It worries me that I'm not even back at college and I'm already working out ways to say "Oops, forgot the homework." I'm better doing homework when in college; what else are free periods for?
I have to go and peel potatoes now. Oh dear...
~Hathy_Col~