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Feb. 7th, 2006 04:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolNINE AM MEDIEVAL HISTORY TUTORIAL.
I HAVE TO THINK. AT NINE. WHICH IS IN THE MORNING.
I DISAPPROVE AND SO DOES MY CAPSLOCK KEY.
ARGH why do I never get a normal time for that tutorial? I have also discovered a terrible fear that the Weird Guy From Lectures will be in my tutorial and I will transfer like hell if he is.
Still waiting to find out when my modern ones are - I have Friday to look forward to for that one. Sincerely hope the actual tutorial is not on Friday, because then I have all day Friday off. I could deal with Wednesday, I suppose, although I do like being able to go back to bed. Tuesday, now. That would be a good day.
I have a lot of stuff to read in the next few days, and theoretically shopping to do tonight, but I have no idea if that'll get done. Need to make a list, amongst other things. However, I have paid my phone bill - hurrah! - and I have e-mailed people who need e-mailing, sorted out my driving licence, box o' stuff, bedroom and whatnot.
I need to make a CD for Dad. I got a packet this afternoon that consisted of a CRACKED OUT LETTER, involving his heroic fight with the laundry demon with the lodger Obadiah who is living in my room while I'm not there, apparently.
This is him describing what he wore for the fight:
... the thickest pair of jeans I could find and my boots with trouser bottoms tied up with some bits of twine. (I'd heard that, if cornered, laundry demons will run up your trousers and inspect the labels to see if you've been washing clothes as per manufacturers instructions and then report you for any clothing abuse they feel they can make stick.) I could only move with a lumbering motion as invented by monsters in Doctor Who.
The translation for this is roughly thus: I think we have mice in the garage again who are getting at the conditioner and Mum is making Dad do the washing because she's busy. Or it's a figment of his imagination, which is entirly believeable. My Dad makes my flights of fantasy seem bloody normal in comparison.
The P.S read 'Enjoy the CD, it's the best album (can I still call them that?) I've heard in years.' Dad, GOD BLESS HIM, has sent me the Arctic Monkey's album. So I shall make him an album with all the crap I listen to on it, and possibly a letter also. Will do that on a different night, though, because tonight I plan on doing some reading and catching up with various phonecalls.
Busy, busy.
Right. Phonecall to parents to let them know I'm alive and then lots of Russian literature. (Speaking of, we watched a video today. Oh, this is going to be easy I hope.) Yay.
~Hathy_Col~
I HAVE TO THINK. AT NINE. WHICH IS IN THE MORNING.
I DISAPPROVE AND SO DOES MY CAPSLOCK KEY.
ARGH why do I never get a normal time for that tutorial? I have also discovered a terrible fear that the Weird Guy From Lectures will be in my tutorial and I will transfer like hell if he is.
Still waiting to find out when my modern ones are - I have Friday to look forward to for that one. Sincerely hope the actual tutorial is not on Friday, because then I have all day Friday off. I could deal with Wednesday, I suppose, although I do like being able to go back to bed. Tuesday, now. That would be a good day.
I have a lot of stuff to read in the next few days, and theoretically shopping to do tonight, but I have no idea if that'll get done. Need to make a list, amongst other things. However, I have paid my phone bill - hurrah! - and I have e-mailed people who need e-mailing, sorted out my driving licence, box o' stuff, bedroom and whatnot.
I need to make a CD for Dad. I got a packet this afternoon that consisted of a CRACKED OUT LETTER, involving his heroic fight with the laundry demon with the lodger Obadiah who is living in my room while I'm not there, apparently.
This is him describing what he wore for the fight:
... the thickest pair of jeans I could find and my boots with trouser bottoms tied up with some bits of twine. (I'd heard that, if cornered, laundry demons will run up your trousers and inspect the labels to see if you've been washing clothes as per manufacturers instructions and then report you for any clothing abuse they feel they can make stick.) I could only move with a lumbering motion as invented by monsters in Doctor Who.
The translation for this is roughly thus: I think we have mice in the garage again who are getting at the conditioner and Mum is making Dad do the washing because she's busy. Or it's a figment of his imagination, which is entirly believeable. My Dad makes my flights of fantasy seem bloody normal in comparison.
The P.S read 'Enjoy the CD, it's the best album (can I still call them that?) I've heard in years.' Dad, GOD BLESS HIM, has sent me the Arctic Monkey's album. So I shall make him an album with all the crap I listen to on it, and possibly a letter also. Will do that on a different night, though, because tonight I plan on doing some reading and catching up with various phonecalls.
Busy, busy.
Right. Phonecall to parents to let them know I'm alive and then lots of Russian literature. (Speaking of, we watched a video today. Oh, this is going to be easy I hope.) Yay.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-02-07 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 07:12 pm (UTC)Unless you are because I just realised I haven't checked MO1006 yet. And that would be weirder. In the nicest way possible, you understand.
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Date: 2006-02-07 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 11:06 pm (UTC)Oh well...
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Date: 2006-02-08 07:57 pm (UTC)(Although he does poke hi shead in while I'm watching Four, sigh, and inform me 'it's just not the same in colour')
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Date: 2006-02-08 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 10:34 pm (UTC)Basically, I was surrounded by sci-fi and fantasy on every side, in the bookcases of the house and in the stuff Dad chose to watch. I got into skiffy seperately but I think I wouldn't have without the influence. He and I were totally over-excited about the new series. We watched Rose together (my sister and Mum both walked out in horror about ten minutes in). We also did stuff like go to TTT and ROTK on the first day it was out and we both sat and did the bitchy bookfan thing. (Okay, and I cried on him, but that doesn't count.)
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Date: 2006-02-09 09:13 am (UTC)Oh, how brilliant :) I had some of the same influence from my mum's boyfriend when I was a teenager. He also got me into the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings (he played me the Lord of the Rings radio play) but that was really the extent of his fantasy/scifi love. He mainly showed me films like the Godfather, Taxi Driver and Marathon Man - he was more into gritty realism :)
He was never into Doctor Who, but I used to watch it anyway as a kid (I remember I was the end of John Pertwee/beginning of Tom Baker time). I didn't think any of my family would be into the new series but I went to my Dad's for Christmas last year and his wife (I have quite an extended family!) and I snuck out of the festivities to watch the Christmas Invasion - it was quite a nice female bonding experience :)
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Date: 2006-02-08 04:34 pm (UTC)I had french grammar at 9.15am last semester and that was tedious in the extreme! Now it's been replaced by italian grammar, which is a slight improvement, if not much. Still, at least I can go back to bed after.