Sigh.
I have 5 days until my first exam next Tuesday. I have 24 long journal articles to read, make sense of and memorise. I have reams of notes I can't get into my head. I have too many other things to worry about. And then to top it all off, all the strike action might mean it's all fucked up for nothing anyway. (Yes, I see the point in those of you who are supposed to be graduating being more stressed, and sympathise, but at the same time I have to progress, not just get my final stuff marked in these conditions, and it might carry on.) However, glad to see I'm not the only one pissed off with the NUS. I have yet to find somewhere to live and my mum is encouraging me to start moving my stuff home. This is slightly deliberate though so we don't pay rent until later if we move in later. But in the meantime, we haven't sorted out what we're doing about anything, or bought airfare in case we need the money for the flat.
I am waiting for something to be delivered here that's due today. I woke up to a note in the kitchen, thus: Susan is not going back to uni tomorrow Gone for blood test.
So, what? Turns out the day I had that thing due before I got one of my lovely, helpful friends to print off two copies, fill in the submission form with all the codes I gave her and give it in, they thought I was going back. It was a warning to my dad not to wake me up and piss me off.
So, you're waiting for a delivery. You're half dressed. The doorbell rings. You're the only person in. You fall over getting into your jeans, and run down to answer the door. "Hello, I'm here to talk about the good news..." ARRRGH! My cat freaked out b/c she is odd and doesn't like being outside on her own, and I'd left her there ten minutes earlier. She runs like hell past the woman and up the stairs. I am playing "Sex dwarf" very loudly in the background. Oh well. I got rid of her, walked upstairs only to find my cat, who loves denim, laying on the jeans I was customising before the doorbell rang, curled up but looking at me from one eye. This is her "I'm asleep now, please don't move me!" look. Bloody hell.
Suppose I should do some work instead.
I am waiting for something to be delivered here that's due today. I woke up to a note in the kitchen, thus: Susan is not going back to uni tomorrow Gone for blood test.
So, what? Turns out the day I had that thing due before I got one of my lovely, helpful friends to print off two copies, fill in the submission form with all the codes I gave her and give it in, they thought I was going back. It was a warning to my dad not to wake me up and piss me off.
So, you're waiting for a delivery. You're half dressed. The doorbell rings. You're the only person in. You fall over getting into your jeans, and run down to answer the door. "Hello, I'm here to talk about the good news..." ARRRGH! My cat freaked out b/c she is odd and doesn't like being outside on her own, and I'd left her there ten minutes earlier. She runs like hell past the woman and up the stairs. I am playing "Sex dwarf" very loudly in the background. Oh well. I got rid of her, walked upstairs only to find my cat, who loves denim, laying on the jeans I was customising before the doorbell rang, curled up but looking at me from one eye. This is her "I'm asleep now, please don't move me!" look. Bloody hell.
Suppose I should do some work instead.