Don't mind me, just spamming.
Going to blame the Doctor Who S3 spoilers I accidently came across this weekend for the heightened levels of distraction plaguing me. Production levels: medium. Successfully colour-coded research essays due within the fortnight, allegedly to aid in organisation. Actually because black ink printer cartridge is running out. Also abandoned all previous history research, after deciding subject was too fucking hard to research and have since chosen much easier (and less interesting) one.
Have had very busy weekend. Discovered name of old childhood PC game, found game available for purchase and download, purchased and downloaded game, played game all night, woke up very tired, worked morning shift, quit job, had Grey's Anatomy marathon, ate waaay too much. Sorry, what was that? Oh yes, I finally did that which I have threatened to do since three months in and hung up my nametag. As of Friday, will be checkout chick no more. Parents feel that move was premature, seeing as New Job only two weeks old, but feel if do not take plunge now, never will. I can see myself still being there as a middle-aged professional, working 9-5 weekdays and then continuing the Saturday morning shift 'just in case the other job doesn't come through' until retirement. (No, I don't know why I keep switching between Bridget Jones' diary speak and actual English. Annoying me too.)
Am freaking out over several things at the moment. Mostly not over two essays, worth collectively 4,000 words and 100% total mark, but over what am going to wear to Aerospace Ball on Tuesday night. Sister the Second promised to send down cocktail dresses express last week, have yet to arrive. Discovered last night that emergency back-up top/skirt combo is still stained with suspicious black smudges, probably from Law Ball in May. Quite possibly will have to put essay-writing on hold tomorrow and go to Chapel St for emergency search. May not take that long, considering travel to New Job consists of going along Chapel in very slow tram, so have technically already staked out shops multiple times. Suspect intense focusing on this issue is projection of stress from as yet unstarted essays. Really must stop writing LJ entry and get on with it.
ETA: JSTOR fucking sucks.
Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going. Comments with words of support, commiseration or kicks up backside due to much worse assessment issues greatly appreciated. Also: TimTams very very bad, because so very good during times of Great Stress. May quite possibly overdose in tragic chocolate explosion. This would, however, result in my being too dead to write essays. Excellent excuse for extension.
Have had very busy weekend. Discovered name of old childhood PC game, found game available for purchase and download, purchased and downloaded game, played game all night, woke up very tired, worked morning shift, quit job, had Grey's Anatomy marathon, ate waaay too much. Sorry, what was that? Oh yes, I finally did that which I have threatened to do since three months in and hung up my nametag. As of Friday, will be checkout chick no more. Parents feel that move was premature, seeing as New Job only two weeks old, but feel if do not take plunge now, never will. I can see myself still being there as a middle-aged professional, working 9-5 weekdays and then continuing the Saturday morning shift 'just in case the other job doesn't come through' until retirement. (No, I don't know why I keep switching between Bridget Jones' diary speak and actual English. Annoying me too.)
Am freaking out over several things at the moment. Mostly not over two essays, worth collectively 4,000 words and 100% total mark, but over what am going to wear to Aerospace Ball on Tuesday night. Sister the Second promised to send down cocktail dresses express last week, have yet to arrive. Discovered last night that emergency back-up top/skirt combo is still stained with suspicious black smudges, probably from Law Ball in May. Quite possibly will have to put essay-writing on hold tomorrow and go to Chapel St for emergency search. May not take that long, considering travel to New Job consists of going along Chapel in very slow tram, so have technically already staked out shops multiple times. Suspect intense focusing on this issue is projection of stress from as yet unstarted essays. Really must stop writing LJ entry and get on with it.
ETA: JSTOR fucking sucks.
Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going. Comments with words of support, commiseration or kicks up backside due to much worse assessment issues greatly appreciated. Also: TimTams very very bad, because so very good during times of Great Stress. May quite possibly overdose in tragic chocolate explosion. This would, however, result in my being too dead to write essays. Excellent excuse for extension.