do i twist, do i fold
Feb. 29th, 2008 04:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolHaving had what I can cheerfully describe as A Bastard Of A Week, involving being threatened with replacement by Eastern European cleaners, cleaning out urinals because of this, printers breaking, fucking up my own presentation and basically my only real achievement has been remembering what cardinal seat Wolsey held.
(St Cecelia Beyond The Tiber, for those that are interested. The tutor actually GAVE ME PRAISE.)
Today is now Friday. I am exhausted, but I can't seem to sleep, which is a little worrying.
However, bollocks to all that. POSITIVITY. The point is that my bastard of a week is over, so I'm going to be happy that is if Friday. I am in pajamas and will stay so. I am going to order in a takeaway and sit in front of the telly with it. I am then going to have a shower and launch myself out of the house with with gay abandon because tonight we're having a DocSoc pub crawl. I have no intention of drinking heavily or mixing my drinks - why, yes, I will be drinking nothing but single vodkas with mixers of my choice - but I'm looking forward to it, and I hope a lot of people turn up; we've done a few DocSoc pub crawls before, and they're always great fun. COME ALONG ST ANDREWS PEOPLE - we promise not to spend all night talking about David Tennant or Daleks.I make no promises about the awesomeness of the Jones of the Whoverse.
(I also slightly hope that all of these people want to go to AltSoc rather than the Bop afterwards, but I know not to push my luck. There are still horrific memories of the Pub Crawl Wot Ended In RockSoc. Don't ask.)
Er. It is theoretically fancy-dress, and I have promised a pint to anyone who comes dressed as a 1970s monster. You don't have to dress us, obviously, but it's always good fun if you do.
And tomorrow, it's back to the grindstone as my future is a grim one of exams and essays and gobbets until June, but we'll ignore that for tonight.
(St Cecelia Beyond The Tiber, for those that are interested. The tutor actually GAVE ME PRAISE.)
Today is now Friday. I am exhausted, but I can't seem to sleep, which is a little worrying.
However, bollocks to all that. POSITIVITY. The point is that my bastard of a week is over, so I'm going to be happy that is if Friday. I am in pajamas and will stay so. I am going to order in a takeaway and sit in front of the telly with it. I am then going to have a shower and launch myself out of the house with with gay abandon because tonight we're having a DocSoc pub crawl. I have no intention of drinking heavily or mixing my drinks - why, yes, I will be drinking nothing but single vodkas with mixers of my choice - but I'm looking forward to it, and I hope a lot of people turn up; we've done a few DocSoc pub crawls before, and they're always great fun. COME ALONG ST ANDREWS PEOPLE - we promise not to spend all night talking about David Tennant or Daleks.
(I also slightly hope that all of these people want to go to AltSoc rather than the Bop afterwards, but I know not to push my luck. There are still horrific memories of the Pub Crawl Wot Ended In RockSoc. Don't ask.)
Er. It is theoretically fancy-dress, and I have promised a pint to anyone who comes dressed as a 1970s monster. You don't have to dress us, obviously, but it's always good fun if you do.
And tomorrow, it's back to the grindstone as my future is a grim one of exams and essays and gobbets until June, but we'll ignore that for tonight.
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Date: 2008-03-01 11:15 pm (UTC)thanks for the lift once more! I made it back finally, having an interesting conversation with a 5 year old on the plane about whether or no I wore shoes. Random. Hope next week goes better.
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Date: 2008-03-02 02:25 pm (UTC)Glad you got home okay, too.