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Nov. 3rd, 2005 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolUm, yes. I may have done some bad things today.
Didn't finish my essay last night, because I am a Lazy Twat. However, caffiene kept me awake anyway. So I slept for a grand total of about four hours before I took Derya back to the station.
Now, just guess what I did when I came back at 7am? That's right, I went back to bed.
And stayed there until 11.
Today is the Day Of Hell that is meant to begin with leaving the house at 9.30.
So no medieval history lecture for me. To be fair, I get SO BORED in the ones we're doing this week that it might be a good thing.
So. No essay and no lecture. Bombed out in Spanish in an embarrassingly bad way, but thn consoled myself with the knowledge that I was going to skip that lesson tomorrow. To be precise, I went to the teacher after the lesson. I did not say a word of a lie at any point.
"My grandmother is dead. My family need to see me. I have to be back for Friday night. I live in Liverpool, so if I drive I won't get home until about 10.30 and that is a Bad Time to be on the M6."
All of the above are true. My paternal grandmother kicked the bucket about twenty years ago, though. Maria-Jose looked sympathetic and told me that it was fine.
w00t. I think, in honestly, she's given up all hope in me and I have given up all hope in Spanish. I'm just not a linguist. And that's fine with me. ANY OTHER SUBJECT FOR THE NEXT SEMESTER. Except, y'know, a language.
So, I have skipped lectures and lied to my Spanish teacher and STILL DAMNED PROCRASTINATING ON MY DAMNED ESSAY OF DAMNEDNESS.
Things To Do Before I Go Home:
1. Finish that fucking essay.
2. Do emergency sewing job.
3. Pack.
4. Make Lists for remaining housemates.
5. Check how to get home. I know there's a motorway involved somewhere. It's quite terrifyingly complex.
6. Put oil in the car.
7. And petrol.
8. And air in the tyres.
9. Panic some more about essay.
Sleep? Yes. Should do that before my EIGHT HOUR DRIVE. Oh, the sacrifices I make.
[eta: just got Spanish mark through the e-mail. Well. I'd be unhappy if it was any other subject, but right now I'm just glad to be scraping through. I need a 5, I got an 8.5. It'll do.]
~Hathy_Col~
Didn't finish my essay last night, because I am a Lazy Twat. However, caffiene kept me awake anyway. So I slept for a grand total of about four hours before I took Derya back to the station.
Now, just guess what I did when I came back at 7am? That's right, I went back to bed.
And stayed there until 11.
Today is the Day Of Hell that is meant to begin with leaving the house at 9.30.
So no medieval history lecture for me. To be fair, I get SO BORED in the ones we're doing this week that it might be a good thing.
So. No essay and no lecture. Bombed out in Spanish in an embarrassingly bad way, but thn consoled myself with the knowledge that I was going to skip that lesson tomorrow. To be precise, I went to the teacher after the lesson. I did not say a word of a lie at any point.
"My grandmother is dead. My family need to see me. I have to be back for Friday night. I live in Liverpool, so if I drive I won't get home until about 10.30 and that is a Bad Time to be on the M6."
All of the above are true. My paternal grandmother kicked the bucket about twenty years ago, though. Maria-Jose looked sympathetic and told me that it was fine.
w00t. I think, in honestly, she's given up all hope in me and I have given up all hope in Spanish. I'm just not a linguist. And that's fine with me. ANY OTHER SUBJECT FOR THE NEXT SEMESTER. Except, y'know, a language.
So, I have skipped lectures and lied to my Spanish teacher and STILL DAMNED PROCRASTINATING ON MY DAMNED ESSAY OF DAMNEDNESS.
Things To Do Before I Go Home:
1. Finish that fucking essay.
2. Do emergency sewing job.
3. Pack.
4. Make Lists for remaining housemates.
5. Check how to get home. I know there's a motorway involved somewhere. It's quite terrifyingly complex.
6. Put oil in the car.
7. And petrol.
8. And air in the tyres.
9. Panic some more about essay.
Sleep? Yes. Should do that before my EIGHT HOUR DRIVE. Oh, the sacrifices I make.
[eta: just got Spanish mark through the e-mail. Well. I'd be unhappy if it was any other subject, but right now I'm just glad to be scraping through. I need a 5, I got an 8.5. It'll do.]
~Hathy_Col~
