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I am so poor I can't even afford to pay my library fine. 4000 word essay with no books isn't going to be nice. hence, many days spent clawing my eyes out in the library. I hate our library, sounds silly but I always get a sense of hollowness in the reading areas. They have no character and dumb graffitti written all over the desks. Plus, the books I need are always elusive, or stolen, or hidden, and I just end up getting pissed off and leaving before I have managed to do anything productive.
Quite looking forward to writing my essay though, I've formulated my own question and I think it is going to be interesting to look into. I'm writing on the corrupt authority in The Secret History by Tartt and My Dark Places by Ellroy, but it's a bit harder because MDP isn't a novel, so I have genre issues to contend with as there are no critical pieces written (Apart from one on Tartt, which ironically enough was written by Tracy Hargreaves, one of my modernist lectures) and I need to read critical theories on crime fiction etc, and transfer that over to my arguments surrounding Ellroy.
I have been stupidly down for about a month now. I'm becoming a claustrophobic nervous wreck and I don't like it. I can't concentrate on anything and I keep getting stupidly nervous over the most banal of things. Cried 3 times on thursday night. I don't like it. I hate crying I really do, I never used to cry but now I do it at the drop of a hat. Blah. Teenage angst at 21. Fabulouso.
I haven't let my lack of money prevent me from buying Paul a cool Xmas pressie. Infact, I shouldnt have spent as much as I did but I'm not willing to buy him something crap. I get paid on friday, even though it's only £50 it should see me through until christmas, when I should get money from family, which is all going straight in the bank. My trip to see Riches in Dresdon looks less and less likely.
Emily emailed me last week which was awesome, it's so good to hear that she's doing well and is happy.
I'm looking forward to going home. Get to see Jo and Katie, nights out with them are always fun. Especially miss jo, I miss her lots, we should really keep in touch more. I'm crap at replying to texts and emails though.
And I got my lowest mark in an essay too, which I haven't got emo over or anything, just annoyed because he marked me down on referencing, BUT THATS THE WAY I'VE BEEN TOLD TO DO IT. pah. Got borderline 2:1 so hopefully a good exam will bring that up a bit. And I can write on Eliot in my Modernism exam. SCORE. Thought I couldn't because I wrote on Four Quartets last year, but as long as I don't mention it then I should be fine.
That was one long ramble. I'm in work tonight. Oh joy. More pissed up wankers lurching and declaring "i've lost my ticket, thats my coat there" uh. fucking students.
Quite looking forward to writing my essay though, I've formulated my own question and I think it is going to be interesting to look into. I'm writing on the corrupt authority in The Secret History by Tartt and My Dark Places by Ellroy, but it's a bit harder because MDP isn't a novel, so I have genre issues to contend with as there are no critical pieces written (Apart from one on Tartt, which ironically enough was written by Tracy Hargreaves, one of my modernist lectures) and I need to read critical theories on crime fiction etc, and transfer that over to my arguments surrounding Ellroy.
I have been stupidly down for about a month now. I'm becoming a claustrophobic nervous wreck and I don't like it. I can't concentrate on anything and I keep getting stupidly nervous over the most banal of things. Cried 3 times on thursday night. I don't like it. I hate crying I really do, I never used to cry but now I do it at the drop of a hat. Blah. Teenage angst at 21. Fabulouso.
I haven't let my lack of money prevent me from buying Paul a cool Xmas pressie. Infact, I shouldnt have spent as much as I did but I'm not willing to buy him something crap. I get paid on friday, even though it's only £50 it should see me through until christmas, when I should get money from family, which is all going straight in the bank. My trip to see Riches in Dresdon looks less and less likely.
Emily emailed me last week which was awesome, it's so good to hear that she's doing well and is happy.
I'm looking forward to going home. Get to see Jo and Katie, nights out with them are always fun. Especially miss jo, I miss her lots, we should really keep in touch more. I'm crap at replying to texts and emails though.
And I got my lowest mark in an essay too, which I haven't got emo over or anything, just annoyed because he marked me down on referencing, BUT THATS THE WAY I'VE BEEN TOLD TO DO IT. pah. Got borderline 2:1 so hopefully a good exam will bring that up a bit. And I can write on Eliot in my Modernism exam. SCORE. Thought I couldn't because I wrote on Four Quartets last year, but as long as I don't mention it then I should be fine.
That was one long ramble. I'm in work tonight. Oh joy. More pissed up wankers lurching and declaring "i've lost my ticket, thats my coat there" uh. fucking students.