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Apr. 10th, 2009 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolStill in Ormskirk. Well, obviously. I've put back a Girly Day with three bottles of wine and a Twilight DVD until tomorrow so I can finish an essay and also so I can go out tonight with Mum. Yes, I am now at the stage where I go out drinking with my mother, and she worries that I'm going to show her up. I try not to think about this too much, as I'm not 100% sure what it says about our mutual family dynamics. Possibly that we are all intrinsically alcoholics all along different lines but St Andrews has turned by alcoholism into the acceptable middle class one meaning I can no longer drink in Liverpool. Saying that I tend to get so drunk in St Andrews I throw up lentils in my own bin, so clearly it's not an issue of class...
There's a sociology experiment here, I'm sure.
Not much else to say, really. Am working on my essay like a proverbial bat out of hell, and despite the 5,000 word limit, I'm think I'm going to struggle not to go over. This is probably the result of treating it like a dissertation rather than an essay. Ah well. It's quite a re-assuring feeling to actually have a vague feeling that I know roughly what I'm talking about.
I had to phone the library today and shout about my book. I think I frightened the post-grad working on the desk, because I finally flipped and ranted about how punishing me despite having admitted my crime was a little bit unfair, particularly since no one seems too keen to actually give me my bloody fine. INVOICE ME AND LO, FOR I SHALL PAY IT. If a parking ticket company tried this the Daily Mail would be up in arms. Instead I am single-handedly up in arms. Good grief.
I am bit frightened at TV at the moment. In one weekend I've got new Red Dwarf, Doctor Who, Robin Hood (without Sir Guy! WHAT IS THE POINT) and Primeval where I'm assured something Ever So Dramatic Happens. I really hope the download speed is better here than St Andrews...
I reek of fags. It's really unattractive. I might actually have to take all my laundry back to St Andrews to make it clean again. That's depressing.
There's a sociology experiment here, I'm sure.
Not much else to say, really. Am working on my essay like a proverbial bat out of hell, and despite the 5,000 word limit, I'm think I'm going to struggle not to go over. This is probably the result of treating it like a dissertation rather than an essay. Ah well. It's quite a re-assuring feeling to actually have a vague feeling that I know roughly what I'm talking about.
I had to phone the library today and shout about my book. I think I frightened the post-grad working on the desk, because I finally flipped and ranted about how punishing me despite having admitted my crime was a little bit unfair, particularly since no one seems too keen to actually give me my bloody fine. INVOICE ME AND LO, FOR I SHALL PAY IT. If a parking ticket company tried this the Daily Mail would be up in arms. Instead I am single-handedly up in arms. Good grief.
I am bit frightened at TV at the moment. In one weekend I've got new Red Dwarf, Doctor Who, Robin Hood (without Sir Guy! WHAT IS THE POINT) and Primeval where I'm assured something Ever So Dramatic Happens. I really hope the download speed is better here than St Andrews...
I reek of fags. It's really unattractive. I might actually have to take all my laundry back to St Andrews to make it clean again. That's depressing.
