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hathycolTomorrow, I have YE HARDEST POLITICS TEST OF YE EXISTENCE. Or something similiar. Ther are two centres in Britain taking this exam tomorrow - all the rest prefer to put it off until June. The only others are resits. So, yeah. It's two monster essays written in two hours. They expect you to know things like Weber's theories on power, a working knowledge of Montesquieu, Plato and possibly Machiavelli (I am really not joking) and, of course, the entire politics syllabus. Y'know. Including the module we haven't done yet.
And I couldn't care less. I've only revised for one section out of four, but then, I can definitely chose "power" if I want. And I will. Why? Because it lets me burble. Which I obviously do in LJland, but now I can do in politics. Hmm.
I think it's because I'm remarkably happy. The only others in college suffering are geography students, and I know all of two of them. Despite finishing exams tomorrow, I can't help but feel I already have. I am happy and disgustingly bouncy, and I suspect really annoying![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hammer_strike, but there we are. Today has been a really good day, actually. Went into college, was gently prodded for being teh pr0n star.
"Colleen, you could have least have found a dark spot. You realise the barman dropped the glass because he was staring?"
"Really? Cool."
"Not that the rest of us were any better... on the dancefloor!"
"Yeah, we did that too."
"So did the rest of the party."
History was also good fun (witchburnings! Whee!) and politics I think it why I'm not so nervous. She's insists we are a "remarkably bright lot" in between threatening to throw Louise and me out of an airlock on the plane (don't ask. It's best not to) and I actually understood the essay plans, so it all went well. Then I went home to Dad, discovered that the website ha still not sent my boots, phoned up, whinged down the phone at them and cancelled the order. They hadn't sent the buggers yet! As such, I took Dad out shoe shopping for the first time since I was 7. We went to Liverpool, Dad shouted at Maricourt kids on the train (my inner 12 year old DIED) and it was fun. I took him to the jewellery shop to get antoher nose hook, and he stood around awkwardly while I had an indepth natter with the woman behind the till about them. Then he proceeded to tell me all about Liverpool's nightlife, and his time when he was in a band.
Then I took him to Quiggins. My Dad is cool, have I mentioned that? He told me all about Eric's and Flannigans, which were the original cool places in Liverpool. "Not like this though," he said with a sigh. "I can see why you like it -" I think he did too "but it's really corporate."
"It's not all corporate!" I protested. "Somewhat expensive at times, yes."
"Eric's! That was cheap! Full of old punks, and occasionally the odd Rastafarian..."
His eyes glazed over then. Dad misses being young. He was actually staring wistfully at some boots when we were in Woodstock, but he did buy Mum some hobo gloves - yellow and black, resulting in bumblebee!Mum. However, finally, finally, finally, I have Doc Martins! They feel weird, mainly because my old boots RULED. They were so comfy, and these are new and pinch at the top. I will break them in, presuming they don't break me first. Must break them in. I will. Eventually. They also make me slightly taller, which is always a bonus. I am such a student. I have a big long black coat, I have Doc Martins, piercings, and soon I'm getting my hair cut short again (about time) and possibly coloured. Yay.
I am very happy with life in general, and I do not know why. I think a combination of everything, really. It's a nice change from the angst of before, really. Yes, my moodswings are all over the place. Yes, I am currently having the period pains from hell. Revision is so offputting when you're curled up with a hotwater bottle and a cup of tea and clunky boots.
~Hathy_Col~
And I couldn't care less. I've only revised for one section out of four, but then, I can definitely chose "power" if I want. And I will. Why? Because it lets me burble. Which I obviously do in LJland, but now I can do in politics. Hmm.
I think it's because I'm remarkably happy. The only others in college suffering are geography students, and I know all of two of them. Despite finishing exams tomorrow, I can't help but feel I already have. I am happy and disgustingly bouncy, and I suspect really annoying
hammer_strike, but there we are. Today has been a really good day, actually. Went into college, was gently prodded for being teh pr0n star."Colleen, you could have least have found a dark spot. You realise the barman dropped the glass because he was staring?"
"Really? Cool."
"Not that the rest of us were any better... on the dancefloor!"
"Yeah, we did that too."
"So did the rest of the party."
History was also good fun (witchburnings! Whee!) and politics I think it why I'm not so nervous. She's insists we are a "remarkably bright lot" in between threatening to throw Louise and me out of an airlock on the plane (don't ask. It's best not to) and I actually understood the essay plans, so it all went well. Then I went home to Dad, discovered that the website ha still not sent my boots, phoned up, whinged down the phone at them and cancelled the order. They hadn't sent the buggers yet! As such, I took Dad out shoe shopping for the first time since I was 7. We went to Liverpool, Dad shouted at Maricourt kids on the train (my inner 12 year old DIED) and it was fun. I took him to the jewellery shop to get antoher nose hook, and he stood around awkwardly while I had an indepth natter with the woman behind the till about them. Then he proceeded to tell me all about Liverpool's nightlife, and his time when he was in a band.
Then I took him to Quiggins. My Dad is cool, have I mentioned that? He told me all about Eric's and Flannigans, which were the original cool places in Liverpool. "Not like this though," he said with a sigh. "I can see why you like it -" I think he did too "but it's really corporate."
"It's not all corporate!" I protested. "Somewhat expensive at times, yes."
"Eric's! That was cheap! Full of old punks, and occasionally the odd Rastafarian..."
His eyes glazed over then. Dad misses being young. He was actually staring wistfully at some boots when we were in Woodstock, but he did buy Mum some hobo gloves - yellow and black, resulting in bumblebee!Mum. However, finally, finally, finally, I have Doc Martins! They feel weird, mainly because my old boots RULED. They were so comfy, and these are new and pinch at the top. I will break them in, presuming they don't break me first. Must break them in. I will. Eventually. They also make me slightly taller, which is always a bonus. I am such a student. I have a big long black coat, I have Doc Martins, piercings, and soon I'm getting my hair cut short again (about time) and possibly coloured. Yay.
I am very happy with life in general, and I do not know why. I think a combination of everything, really. It's a nice change from the angst of before, really. Yes, my moodswings are all over the place. Yes, I am currently having the period pains from hell. Revision is so offputting when you're curled up with a hotwater bottle and a cup of tea and clunky boots.
~Hathy_Col~
