Essay Week aka I Hate My Life And Want To Die.
Oh dear sweet Jesus! I feel like I have made this entry at least half a dozen time over the past few years but. ARGH! BUT!
No, I have nothing to say for myself. It is this special kind of disgust that I'm feeling for myself, the one that's somehow linked ohsoVERYclosely to approaching deadlines and wordcounts not above the triple digits. Also? Despite downloading about 5 programs, I still can't export playlists from itunes to my mp3 player. MY LIFE, IT IS HARD AND TRAGIC IN SO MANY WAYS.
*koff*
this is where I segue smoothly into telling you that I saw SIA last night in concert and it was AMAZING! So much fun! Haven't had this much fun with a concert in a while.
Weather in Glasgow shite in any way shape or form you may choose to look at it. You'd think in a city this famous for bad weather the gutter system would work better, no?
Also, today marks the historical date on which my flatmate, for the first time since September, has cleaned the flat!
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At 8 in the morning! I see your attractively crinkled brow, my friends, but. Why not, I ask you! If the fact that I have 2000 words to write till Monday is indicative of one thing then it's that I apparently thrive on challenges. And overcoming my essay-week early-morning chewbacca like wrath of doom in the face of hoovering sounds right outside my door is a mighty fine challenge indeed!
Okay. A thousand words. TONIGHT! AND THEN THE NEXT THOUSAND AND THEN THE NEXT ESSAY AND THEN CHRISTMAS! Yes.
No, I have nothing to say for myself. It is this special kind of disgust that I'm feeling for myself, the one that's somehow linked ohsoVERYclosely to approaching deadlines and wordcounts not above the triple digits. Also? Despite downloading about 5 programs, I still can't export playlists from itunes to my mp3 player. MY LIFE, IT IS HARD AND TRAGIC IN SO MANY WAYS.
*koff*
this is where I segue smoothly into telling you that I saw SIA last night in concert and it was AMAZING! So much fun! Haven't had this much fun with a concert in a while.
Weather in Glasgow shite in any way shape or form you may choose to look at it. You'd think in a city this famous for bad weather the gutter system would work better, no?
Also, today marks the historical date on which my flatmate, for the first time since September, has cleaned the flat!
...
At 8 in the morning! I see your attractively crinkled brow, my friends, but. Why not, I ask you! If the fact that I have 2000 words to write till Monday is indicative of one thing then it's that I apparently thrive on challenges. And overcoming my essay-week early-morning chewbacca like wrath of doom in the face of hoovering sounds right outside my door is a mighty fine challenge indeed!
Okay. A thousand words. TONIGHT! AND THEN THE NEXT THOUSAND AND THEN THE NEXT ESSAY AND THEN CHRISTMAS! Yes.