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Nov. 7th, 2007 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolInternet is down AGAIN. BAH I SAY. They are still 'calibrating' until tomorrow, and my computer swears down blind I'm connected by BT puts up an arsey message saying that it isn't working right now. From one perspective, this is a good thing, because it means that I can actually do my essay without the distraction of SHINY SHINY INTERNET but from another persepctive it means that I just play a lot more Solitaire.
Anyway. I have less than 24 hours to hand in my essay and I'm only about 3/4 of the way through, but I have more or less given up on this class because the tutor is evil and, through class discussion, we have decided that he picks on all of us in tiny and awful ways. Mine is picking constantly on my mode of speech. I may speak in netpseak next tutorial and see what happens. "So Pepys is is HEY THAR LOLZ IT R LJ USER=GOERGE COVENTRY and then he pokes him. KAWAIII?" At least I've finished my presentation.
Right now I am concentrating on my limited free time. Unfortunately, next week represents the first Reading Week in which I am going to be forced to, y'know, read, which is somewhat distressing as a concept. However, my essay goes in on Thursday and I plan to have 24 hours of SUPERFUN to make up for the misery of the last couple of weeks. I must somehow fit in:
1. Seeing 30 Days of Night AND listening to Led Zepplin 4 on Radio 1 AT THE SAME TIME. (Or, you know, there's the Listen Again feature.)
2. Arsing About on the internet.
3. Wine.
4. Copious amounts of sleep.
All before 1pm on Friday. Crazy.
Unfortunately, the rest of my week is not going to be filled with crazy fun. I have another essay due in and must also somehow fit in filling in some forms about being an intern over the summer (and, you know, if I get it, finding somewhere to live in London for a few weeks promises to be an entertaining laugh) and going to see Simon in Cambridge for a few days. I even still have to go to work, believe it or not.
Er, oh dear.
Also, if anyone would like to set the Union and it's beaureaucracy on fire, you only have my permission to do so if you fill out a risk assessment first and make sure you let Jenny McKay know if you plan on eating any food at any point from any place for any event. I'm not kidding. Seriously, all we do is eat pre-packaged stuff from Morrisons and I have to put in a formal request. Argh.
Okay. Back to essay. FUN FUN FUN.
Anyway. I have less than 24 hours to hand in my essay and I'm only about 3/4 of the way through, but I have more or less given up on this class because the tutor is evil and, through class discussion, we have decided that he picks on all of us in tiny and awful ways. Mine is picking constantly on my mode of speech. I may speak in netpseak next tutorial and see what happens. "So Pepys is is HEY THAR LOLZ IT R LJ USER=GOERGE COVENTRY and then he pokes him. KAWAIII?" At least I've finished my presentation.
Right now I am concentrating on my limited free time. Unfortunately, next week represents the first Reading Week in which I am going to be forced to, y'know, read, which is somewhat distressing as a concept. However, my essay goes in on Thursday and I plan to have 24 hours of SUPERFUN to make up for the misery of the last couple of weeks. I must somehow fit in:
1. Seeing 30 Days of Night AND listening to Led Zepplin 4 on Radio 1 AT THE SAME TIME. (Or, you know, there's the Listen Again feature.)
2. Arsing About on the internet.
3. Wine.
4. Copious amounts of sleep.
All before 1pm on Friday. Crazy.
Unfortunately, the rest of my week is not going to be filled with crazy fun. I have another essay due in and must also somehow fit in filling in some forms about being an intern over the summer (and, you know, if I get it, finding somewhere to live in London for a few weeks promises to be an entertaining laugh) and going to see Simon in Cambridge for a few days. I even still have to go to work, believe it or not.
Er, oh dear.
Also, if anyone would like to set the Union and it's beaureaucracy on fire, you only have my permission to do so if you fill out a risk assessment first and make sure you let Jenny McKay know if you plan on eating any food at any point from any place for any event. I'm not kidding. Seriously, all we do is eat pre-packaged stuff from Morrisons and I have to put in a formal request. Argh.
Okay. Back to essay. FUN FUN FUN.
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Date: 2007-11-07 09:22 pm (UTC)Let me know okay!
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Date: 2007-11-09 06:02 pm (UTC)