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Apr. 26th, 2007 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolUniversity is winning in the game of Making Colleen Crack. Between informing us new Presidents that we had to do risk assessment forms and the fact I still have two essays to do and revision immediately afterwards, I am very close to the stage of putting underpants on my head. I am clinging onto - increasingly desperately - the mental image of my week off after the exams, in which I am going to go the beach! and read a book! possibly in revealing clothing! and I'm going to clean! and write fanfiction! and sleep for fourteen hours a day!
That time is some way away and I'm currently writing an essay that is of near-poetic genius but absolute crap in terms of historiography. I am cobbling together an argument, but I have wandered very far off my essay plan. It may be good. 500 words to go to hit minimum, so that's okay. I have discovered that is is easier to ramble on for four sentences than to write one concise one. That is okay too. "The Marseille (actually, er, how do you spell the name of the French national anthem? Anyone? I know that's wrong) rang out across Europe in 1848; in the 1930s, it was The Red Flag" is one of the more sane sentences, but you get an idea of the sort of grandiose bullshit I'm going for.
So, next week, I am in my last week of subhonours. That is quite a frightening thought. To celebrate, I'm going to divinity lectures dressed as a pirate. This means that I have to go to work, and also the remainder of my lectures, dressed as a pirate, but such is life. Given I'm skipping my last divinity tutorial tomorrow on the basis that I Do Not Care and I haven't done the work, I'm really past caring. Eh. Maybe I'll go to that dressed as a pirate? I can forumulate a decent argument about the Eucharist based on 'arrr' and medieval miracle stories about transubstantiation.
I have quoted Victor Hugo and toothpaste adverts in this essay, too. MADNESS MADNESS MADNESS.
That time is some way away and I'm currently writing an essay that is of near-poetic genius but absolute crap in terms of historiography. I am cobbling together an argument, but I have wandered very far off my essay plan. It may be good. 500 words to go to hit minimum, so that's okay. I have discovered that is is easier to ramble on for four sentences than to write one concise one. That is okay too. "The Marseille (actually, er, how do you spell the name of the French national anthem? Anyone? I know that's wrong) rang out across Europe in 1848; in the 1930s, it was The Red Flag" is one of the more sane sentences, but you get an idea of the sort of grandiose bullshit I'm going for.
So, next week, I am in my last week of subhonours. That is quite a frightening thought. To celebrate, I'm going to divinity lectures dressed as a pirate. This means that I have to go to work, and also the remainder of my lectures, dressed as a pirate, but such is life. Given I'm skipping my last divinity tutorial tomorrow on the basis that I Do Not Care and I haven't done the work, I'm really past caring. Eh. Maybe I'll go to that dressed as a pirate? I can forumulate a decent argument about the Eucharist based on 'arrr' and medieval miracle stories about transubstantiation.
I have quoted Victor Hugo and toothpaste adverts in this essay, too. MADNESS MADNESS MADNESS.
