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Nov. 21st, 2007 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, in the library again due to internet being dead again. I Am Not Phoning Them. I Am Not. If I have to listen to have hold music again, I swear, I will eat the phone. I pay the bills and the rent; I think I can justifiably not phone BT.
Besides, eating the phone would probably cause issues due to things like our deposit and whatnot.
Er, yes. It's raining something dreadful at the moment and apparently will continue to do so for some time. Needless to say, I have no personal enthusiasm to do work at the best of time so raining means I generally refuse to leave the house and so any aforementioned work. This is probably the wrong attitude to take, but there we are.
It's been a very strange couple of days; I finally got my essay handed in on Monday, and managed to waltz through my class on Tuesday without, say, doing anything in the way of preperation for it. My sleeping pattern is also currently shot to hell and back because a hot water bottle means that my bed is now ALWAYS warm as opposed to chilly and uninviting as it has been the last few weeks. Hot water bottle, though, is my new favourite thing. According to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
susie22 it will turn on me and attacdk me viciously, but right now it's managing to keep my and my bed warm and cosy and I can now feel my feet almost ALL the time. Hurrah!
Er, what else? DocSoc was good, all things considered. ('Things' being 'The Two Doctors' which I can now say I officially loathe rather than loathing it on the basis on two hungover episodes of it.)
I am currently looking forward to the future, rather than focussing on the fact that it's pissing it down and I have loads of work to do. DocSoc has a FABULOUS December coming up if I say so myself, and after the 10th I have finished my assessed work and can therefore get blind drunk ALL THE TIME. Exams, schexams. Okay, that's not quite true, but I have a fabulous weekend planned.
You see, Alan Fletcher - Karl Kennedy, My Soap Dad - is playing in our Union on 14th December. Karl Kennedy will be using the Union that I will have cleaned JUST THAT MORNING. This is far too exciting.
Even better, though, the Christmas Ball and the staff party are all that weekend too. It is clearly more important to concentrate on this than on, say, the fact that the weekend after that I will be at work again, or that I have copious amounts of exams and stuff. THAT IS NOT THE POINT. I am, actually, a tiny bit excited about Christmas. I always am in November (when I'm not howling "IT'S NOT DECEMBER YET" at Christmas adverts) when I'm still making lists and stuff. The lights are being turned on this Saturday, and I intend to schelp out of the house and watch them and drag other people with me, just for an hour or two.
St Andrews is lovely at Christmas. At the moment, I'm annoyed that it's always dark and cold, but in December, it's okay. Who knows, in December we might even turn the heating on. (No, really. Two jumpers are the norm, but actually? It's okay.) The lights aren't garish, the shops are all little and sweet with Christmassy stuff and it's a great excuse to eat too much food.
Anyway. That is in the MAGICAL AND AMAZING future. Right now, I need to go up to the next floor and attack all the books this place has on Restoration politics. Oh, glee.
Besides, eating the phone would probably cause issues due to things like our deposit and whatnot.
Er, yes. It's raining something dreadful at the moment and apparently will continue to do so for some time. Needless to say, I have no personal enthusiasm to do work at the best of time so raining means I generally refuse to leave the house and so any aforementioned work. This is probably the wrong attitude to take, but there we are.
It's been a very strange couple of days; I finally got my essay handed in on Monday, and managed to waltz through my class on Tuesday without, say, doing anything in the way of preperation for it. My sleeping pattern is also currently shot to hell and back because a hot water bottle means that my bed is now ALWAYS warm as opposed to chilly and uninviting as it has been the last few weeks. Hot water bottle, though, is my new favourite thing. According to
susie22 it will turn on me and attacdk me viciously, but right now it's managing to keep my and my bed warm and cosy and I can now feel my feet almost ALL the time. Hurrah!Er, what else? DocSoc was good, all things considered. ('Things' being 'The Two Doctors' which I can now say I officially loathe rather than loathing it on the basis on two hungover episodes of it.)
I am currently looking forward to the future, rather than focussing on the fact that it's pissing it down and I have loads of work to do. DocSoc has a FABULOUS December coming up if I say so myself, and after the 10th I have finished my assessed work and can therefore get blind drunk ALL THE TIME. Exams, schexams. Okay, that's not quite true, but I have a fabulous weekend planned.
You see, Alan Fletcher - Karl Kennedy, My Soap Dad - is playing in our Union on 14th December. Karl Kennedy will be using the Union that I will have cleaned JUST THAT MORNING. This is far too exciting.
Even better, though, the Christmas Ball and the staff party are all that weekend too. It is clearly more important to concentrate on this than on, say, the fact that the weekend after that I will be at work again, or that I have copious amounts of exams and stuff. THAT IS NOT THE POINT. I am, actually, a tiny bit excited about Christmas. I always am in November (when I'm not howling "IT'S NOT DECEMBER YET" at Christmas adverts) when I'm still making lists and stuff. The lights are being turned on this Saturday, and I intend to schelp out of the house and watch them and drag other people with me, just for an hour or two.
St Andrews is lovely at Christmas. At the moment, I'm annoyed that it's always dark and cold, but in December, it's okay. Who knows, in December we might even turn the heating on. (No, really. Two jumpers are the norm, but actually? It's okay.) The lights aren't garish, the shops are all little and sweet with Christmassy stuff and it's a great excuse to eat too much food.
Anyway. That is in the MAGICAL AND AMAZING future. Right now, I need to go up to the next floor and attack all the books this place has on Restoration politics. Oh, glee.
