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Sep. 28th, 2005 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThere is something beeping, and I cannot work out what it is.
*ponders*
It just beeps suddenly and then goes away. It's not Joan, it's not the room phone, it's not mowbly, it's not in another room...
How very peculiar.
Now, some choices - go into St Andrews and check for my tutorial times YET AGAIN GOD DAMN IT or go in really spiffingly early tomorrow morning? For I am tired, the rain is beating, but both Spanish and Mediaevel History HATE MY EXISTENCE and have not put up the tutorial times. As such, I have no idea when these mystical tutorials are and have no idea of how my schedule is working. And considering I have to go to the health centre at some point soon, it is really becoming annoying that I cannot book an appointment as I have no idea when my crazy tutorials actually are. I stayed in the library until four just so I didn't have to do this, but oh no...
Gave up on Spanish. Cannot translate into English when do not know any Spanish. I've done the syllables thing, which I actually rather enjoyed towards the end.
It's cold again today, and apparently the weather is just downhill from here.
I become more and more aware by the day of the sheer dichotomy of me being here. I'm comfortable in my house, my room, in the compnay of my housemates. Even cooking for myself is quietly fun (Tescos Extra Value is okay). The workload, though, is so terrifying and all still a little overwhelming. I have to admit that I'm enjoying the lectures thus far - they're fascinating - and I think it'll do my brain good, but everyone else appears to be so much more motivated than me, and seem to know more, and know the right words. I, on the other hand, dither a lot and generally am a wee bit useless. Also, the attendees of lectures frighten me immensely. I want to hear some Northern accents so badly. Or a Welsh accent, or a broad Birmingham accent, or something. I am so fed up of plummy boarding-school accents. I am so fed up of people laughing when I say that I live in Albany Park. "Oh, you poor thing!" they say. I am totally fed up of gorgeous people walking gorgeously past me as I slink by in my big bulky clothes and scarf wrapped around three times to prevent death.
I am fed up, in conclusion, of feeling completely and utterly class-conscious. I think I'd feel better for a local accent, I really would. An accent that doesn't put an 'r' in words like glass.
My glarse.
I want to hear people say stuff like "bollocks!" and actually mean it. I want people to hurl words like "reet" and "pure" and "proper boss, like!" and for me to listen to it and bath in the richness of the accent of my home town.
I just feel very, very out of place in some of the lectures. It's getting a little irritating. I know it's only been a few days, but bah. As I said, I like most of it, I just have that horrible feeling that I'm sticking out like a sore thumb. Being incredibly hormonal and on the period of death does not help. (Hurrah for TMI!)
Also, I am fed up of more or less coughing up my lungs. Ribs are sore from coughing now, and disgusting cough mixture helps in that IT MAKES MY THROAT BURN.
I want to make a CD now. But Nero is being an arse. *kicks it*
~Hathy_Col~
*ponders*
It just beeps suddenly and then goes away. It's not Joan, it's not the room phone, it's not mowbly, it's not in another room...
How very peculiar.
Now, some choices - go into St Andrews and check for my tutorial times YET AGAIN GOD DAMN IT or go in really spiffingly early tomorrow morning? For I am tired, the rain is beating, but both Spanish and Mediaevel History HATE MY EXISTENCE and have not put up the tutorial times. As such, I have no idea when these mystical tutorials are and have no idea of how my schedule is working. And considering I have to go to the health centre at some point soon, it is really becoming annoying that I cannot book an appointment as I have no idea when my crazy tutorials actually are. I stayed in the library until four just so I didn't have to do this, but oh no...
Gave up on Spanish. Cannot translate into English when do not know any Spanish. I've done the syllables thing, which I actually rather enjoyed towards the end.
It's cold again today, and apparently the weather is just downhill from here.
I become more and more aware by the day of the sheer dichotomy of me being here. I'm comfortable in my house, my room, in the compnay of my housemates. Even cooking for myself is quietly fun (Tescos Extra Value is okay). The workload, though, is so terrifying and all still a little overwhelming. I have to admit that I'm enjoying the lectures thus far - they're fascinating - and I think it'll do my brain good, but everyone else appears to be so much more motivated than me, and seem to know more, and know the right words. I, on the other hand, dither a lot and generally am a wee bit useless. Also, the attendees of lectures frighten me immensely. I want to hear some Northern accents so badly. Or a Welsh accent, or a broad Birmingham accent, or something. I am so fed up of plummy boarding-school accents. I am so fed up of people laughing when I say that I live in Albany Park. "Oh, you poor thing!" they say. I am totally fed up of gorgeous people walking gorgeously past me as I slink by in my big bulky clothes and scarf wrapped around three times to prevent death.
I am fed up, in conclusion, of feeling completely and utterly class-conscious. I think I'd feel better for a local accent, I really would. An accent that doesn't put an 'r' in words like glass.
My glarse.
I want to hear people say stuff like "bollocks!" and actually mean it. I want people to hurl words like "reet" and "pure" and "proper boss, like!" and for me to listen to it and bath in the richness of the accent of my home town.
I just feel very, very out of place in some of the lectures. It's getting a little irritating. I know it's only been a few days, but bah. As I said, I like most of it, I just have that horrible feeling that I'm sticking out like a sore thumb. Being incredibly hormonal and on the period of death does not help. (Hurrah for TMI!)
Also, I am fed up of more or less coughing up my lungs. Ribs are sore from coughing now, and disgusting cough mixture helps in that IT MAKES MY THROAT BURN.
I want to make a CD now. But Nero is being an arse. *kicks it*
~Hathy_Col~
