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Apr. 4th, 2007 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolDAMN YOU, EXAM TIMETABLE. I had the best timetable EVER. Now it is on the 16th, 17th and 18th. *headdesks* I was really hoping I might do better than last semester, but that is so not going to happen now.
Oh well. At least I get a full week of lazing around uni before I get packed back to the HELLHOLE that is this bastarding town. A week is terrible, but all summer? *shivers*
Oh yes, I do hate being at home. My sister is an absolute pain in the arse and my Mum is so far into her mid life crisis that I am considered a slightly lower form of human being because I do not enjoy a. clubbing b. crappy dance music c. soap operas or d. shopping. Dog reamins awesome, as does Dad; the last couple of nights, we've stayed up and watched TV, mainly The Sopranos. We have done this in relative silence, with interludes being a discussion of the changing world of organised crime. Sometimes we watch BBC News 24 together. I realise that this is not exactly the height of intellectual achievement, but when Mum or Megan are around, music channels go on.
*headdesk*
And, of course, they both take affront that I am taking affront to all of this; yes, I actually like talking about stuff that isn't music and clubs and clothes. No, honest, I do, and I don't appreciate digs that I'm sad because I actually like, sometimes, just sitting in with some wine and reading, or perhaps talking to friends. I know it's stupid, but all I ever get asked about my university days is how is the house or what do I do in the evenings. I tried to explain DocSoc and got laughed down, which is understandable, but oh god, I haven't been asked once about my course. Not once.
This I wouldn't mind, except my mother has talked long and extensively about her course and the details thereof, and Megan has been talking about her A-Levels.
Ugh.
I'm not being entirely fair to my mother her, I suppose; when she's not around Megan, it's not quite so bad. Ergo, I blame Megan for everything that has ever gone wrong in my life. Possibly a little bit overboard, but there we are.
Actually, we all get on really well with a couple of hundred miles between us. I think this proves something. I'm unsure what, but I'm sure I'll think of something.
Anyway. Not all is terrible around here, I suppose. I have the internet tentatively working on my computer, which is great. I also went out last night and had a good night; I have not been barred from the Buck, and it was nice seing everyone again. We also came second in the pub quiz. We didn't win anything, but hey, it's a matter of pride. I drank a little alcohol, caught up with many fabulous people who I've genuinely missed, and had a good night. I'm going out again tonight. Ironically, tonight is the night that Dad and no one else is in, as was yesterday. Ho hum, sods law.
If anyone else is around in the Magical North-West, I'm here until Sunday, so, you know, if you want the dubious pleasure of my company, please say so.
Oh! And today, on the Shiny Sky Box (best thing about home, after the free food, is probably the free telly) I finally, finally, finally saw Land of the Dead - except in a very abridged version for the last fifteen minutes, because Mum decided to phone. Argh! I have now, however, seen all the Romero zombie films. OHOHOH and by the way, 300 is bloody awesome. No, honest.
Right. Now to do something. I am currently unsure what. I should probably get my reading done, come to think of it...
Oh well. At least I get a full week of lazing around uni before I get packed back to the HELLHOLE that is this bastarding town. A week is terrible, but all summer? *shivers*
Oh yes, I do hate being at home. My sister is an absolute pain in the arse and my Mum is so far into her mid life crisis that I am considered a slightly lower form of human being because I do not enjoy a. clubbing b. crappy dance music c. soap operas or d. shopping. Dog reamins awesome, as does Dad; the last couple of nights, we've stayed up and watched TV, mainly The Sopranos. We have done this in relative silence, with interludes being a discussion of the changing world of organised crime. Sometimes we watch BBC News 24 together. I realise that this is not exactly the height of intellectual achievement, but when Mum or Megan are around, music channels go on.
*headdesk*
And, of course, they both take affront that I am taking affront to all of this; yes, I actually like talking about stuff that isn't music and clubs and clothes. No, honest, I do, and I don't appreciate digs that I'm sad because I actually like, sometimes, just sitting in with some wine and reading, or perhaps talking to friends. I know it's stupid, but all I ever get asked about my university days is how is the house or what do I do in the evenings. I tried to explain DocSoc and got laughed down, which is understandable, but oh god, I haven't been asked once about my course. Not once.
This I wouldn't mind, except my mother has talked long and extensively about her course and the details thereof, and Megan has been talking about her A-Levels.
Ugh.
I'm not being entirely fair to my mother her, I suppose; when she's not around Megan, it's not quite so bad. Ergo, I blame Megan for everything that has ever gone wrong in my life. Possibly a little bit overboard, but there we are.
Actually, we all get on really well with a couple of hundred miles between us. I think this proves something. I'm unsure what, but I'm sure I'll think of something.
Anyway. Not all is terrible around here, I suppose. I have the internet tentatively working on my computer, which is great. I also went out last night and had a good night; I have not been barred from the Buck, and it was nice seing everyone again. We also came second in the pub quiz. We didn't win anything, but hey, it's a matter of pride. I drank a little alcohol, caught up with many fabulous people who I've genuinely missed, and had a good night. I'm going out again tonight. Ironically, tonight is the night that Dad and no one else is in, as was yesterday. Ho hum, sods law.
If anyone else is around in the Magical North-West, I'm here until Sunday, so, you know, if you want the dubious pleasure of my company, please say so.
Oh! And today, on the Shiny Sky Box (best thing about home, after the free food, is probably the free telly) I finally, finally, finally saw Land of the Dead - except in a very abridged version for the last fifteen minutes, because Mum decided to phone. Argh! I have now, however, seen all the Romero zombie films. OHOHOH and by the way, 300 is bloody awesome. No, honest.
Right. Now to do something. I am currently unsure what. I should probably get my reading done, come to think of it...
