Another wasted week...
Today's dinner is chicken in coriander and lemongrass, although probably not literally; I'm always quite disappointed that toss salad is some bitter, watery lettuce on a plate, and not a chance for my hall to break out into food fights.
This week has flown by. How, I'm not sure. John Peel's passing on Tuesday made me a bit melancholy -- it's so strange turning on the radio at 11pm on a Tuesday and hearing the late John Peel. Completely irreplaceable; I doubt many of today's DJs will be playing groundbreaking music from every genre imaginable into their sixties, and I hope his memory inspires people to keep on loving music.
Studying is stressful; the course booklet should have mentioned that it involves statistics above GCSE Level. I'm a little disheartened it took me five hours to complete a two-hour worksheet. And I got shouted at by the lecturer for laughing at a video we were shown in our geopolitics lecture on the Bosnian conflict. Part of the video was about media propaganda, and featured a blonde, Donatella-Versace-esque Serb bimbo wearing a black and gold tracksuit riding on a tank, and an off-key baritone singing cheesy lyrics in the background to a song sounding suspiciously like Auld Land Syne. ("Serbia shall rise again! Rise above the lower class!") I was cracking up with laughter. The conflict is deadly serious, but this video was 10 years old and looked like a feature from Eurotrash.
Last night, my corridor woke me up at 2am, put five squares of rice krispie cake on the floor in spite of me insisting I didn't want any (and now don't want any because the bottoms are covered with carpet fluff) and forced me to listen to Dolly Parton and Aqua. It was like a miniature gay nightclub! I didn't mind, as have no lectures today, but still want to know who was desperate enough to steal my Edam, though; I'd taken large bite marks out of it due to lack of possessing a knife.
Also, I washed my sheets, and tumbled-dried them. And now have a shrunken duvet cover that barely covers my feet. Oops.
This week has flown by. How, I'm not sure. John Peel's passing on Tuesday made me a bit melancholy -- it's so strange turning on the radio at 11pm on a Tuesday and hearing the late John Peel. Completely irreplaceable; I doubt many of today's DJs will be playing groundbreaking music from every genre imaginable into their sixties, and I hope his memory inspires people to keep on loving music.
Studying is stressful; the course booklet should have mentioned that it involves statistics above GCSE Level. I'm a little disheartened it took me five hours to complete a two-hour worksheet. And I got shouted at by the lecturer for laughing at a video we were shown in our geopolitics lecture on the Bosnian conflict. Part of the video was about media propaganda, and featured a blonde, Donatella-Versace-esque Serb bimbo wearing a black and gold tracksuit riding on a tank, and an off-key baritone singing cheesy lyrics in the background to a song sounding suspiciously like Auld Land Syne. ("Serbia shall rise again! Rise above the lower class!") I was cracking up with laughter. The conflict is deadly serious, but this video was 10 years old and looked like a feature from Eurotrash.
Last night, my corridor woke me up at 2am, put five squares of rice krispie cake on the floor in spite of me insisting I didn't want any (and now don't want any because the bottoms are covered with carpet fluff) and forced me to listen to Dolly Parton and Aqua. It was like a miniature gay nightclub! I didn't mind, as have no lectures today, but still want to know who was desperate enough to steal my Edam, though; I'd taken large bite marks out of it due to lack of possessing a knife.
Also, I washed my sheets, and tumbled-dried them. And now have a shrunken duvet cover that barely covers my feet. Oops.