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So it's been a very eventful three weeks. Packed timetable and lotsa social shit happening. I'm knackered.
The first week of the nightmare three was all right, I suppose. One summative essay and one formative essay due and one tutorial. Not too bad. Then it was KB's birthday and we had to go out. It was also the night of my SS elections (I ran for treasurer, after a whole load of politics. By the end of it I didn't give a fuck, I just wanted it to be over. The speech went alright, I guess). So by the time I got back after the elections, everyone was pre-drinking in our flat. KB, who doesn't live here, had decided to pre-drink in our flat. So obviously we had to loan out our toilets. Which I wasn't terribly affected by, except for the bit after I got back. That was pretty irritating. Because it's in my room, see? And I've got all my stuff out and I don't want drunk strangers wandering into my room to pee in my bathroom, which I keep clean and take care of. Seriously. And the kitchen was a fucking disaster zone.
The going out bit was pretty eventful as well. Some of the local boys tried to pick a fight with a friend of a friend, and it was scary and worrying and another friend was upset and I didn't get a chance to talk to her because it was too loud and noisy, and I haven't had a chance to catch up with her, and I feel pretty bad about it. I'm hoping I get to sit down and have a decent gab when term ends. God. I'm so looking forward to that; being able to do that. I'm tired of studying.
That weekend was all right; worked through it. The next week was the calm before the storm. Just one tutorial the whole week, so you'd think it would have been fun. But this week (the one of which today is a monday -- yay for fucking around with sentence structure) is utterly shit. I've got three tutorials and two essays due, one summative, one formative.
Last week was marred by the fact that I got back my first summative essay and I did pretty badly for it. I was really upset, because I've got a solid 2.1 average, and then that essay and it was devastating, because I'd put a lot of effort into it, you know? I didn't deserve that grade, seriously. I'm hoping that the moderator ups it. I don't know how the system works here, though, so. I'll just have to do much better on the one that I'm submitting on wednesday. :(
Me and CdS were planning to go to Cambridge for two or three days, just to have a look around during the 5 week break (good god). But we haven't booked the tickets, so that plan looks like it'll be falling flat on it's face. :( I was pretty excited for it. ELG is going to Snowdonia with her boyfriend for a week, and that's going to be great. LS, ES and KB are going home. So is SC, and JK will be around for a bit, then it'll be me alone in this flat. I'm gonna be awfully lonely. :( I guess I'll just use it to work and study for exams.
So last week went in a haze of prep for this week. And everyone went out on friday except me and ELG, including CdS which I didn't understand, considering that we're all on the same course and we have all the same deadlines. I knew for a fact that she wasn't done, and I don't understand how you can go out and 'have fun' if you know you've got work waiting for you at home. It escapes me. And then she asked me out to watch a movie but I'd Cold Turkey'd all my time-waster websites (including hotmail) so I didn't respond, and she got upset and told KB. Then, here's the horrific bit, KB told ES, who eventually told me. And CdS had obviously told KB this in CONFIDENCE.
Now, this is one in many situations where KB has proven that she is incapable of keeping her trap shut. I feel like I'm being a little harsh on her, but the fact remains that she's been doing this since we've known her. I thought ELG was upset with me, and I told her, just because, you know. Just. AND THEN SHE WENT AND TOLD ELG WITHOUT ME. FOR FUCKS SAKE. If someone is upset with me, the problem is between me and her, and if I tell anyone else they're NOT SUPPOSED TO GET FUCKING INVOLVED. I told her there and then that I'm never telling her anything again; I was mortified! I'd much rather have asked ELG on my own terms, for goodness sake. She does that a lot, though. it's worrying.
There's this guy whom we met on her birthday outing. He was really nice, but pretty much everyone was under the impression he was gay, and treated him as such. Not in a bad way, of course. Just. You know. Dancing with him would be okay because they're girls and he's a gay guy. Because he was dancing very enthusiastically with males, so. I suppose the assumption was justified. We mentioned it briefly, while KB was in the room. AND THEN SHE WENT AND TOLD HIM.
FOR FUCKS SAKE. I COULD JUST SHAKE HER. GIRL TALK IS GIRL TALK. YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL ANYONE ELSE OUTSIDE THAT CIRCLE. You know, like VEGAS. And he was mortified and we were mortified and he kept protesting "I'm not gay! I'm not gay!" and it was just really embarrassing and she didn't give a fuck. It was... urgh. Horrible.
And it's happened other times, including the thing with CdS telling her she was upset, and then her telling ES. IT WAS PRIVATE. If I told a friend something, I'd want them to take it to the grave unless otherwise specified. I mean, I've told these people that my sexuality is slightly flexible. Nothing wrong with that. Except for the fact that my parents are super conservative, and if at all I tell them, I'd want it to be on my terms and conditions, in a way I could explain it to them. If my parents visit and she just causally puts it out there, I MIGHT AS WELL AS KILL MYSELF. My parents will never forgive me. Never.
She doesn't seem to think before she does stuff, and it's upsetting. It's very, very upsetting.
Oh god. It's 1:20 am. I have a 9 am lecture later on today, and then a double tutorial at 1 pm. That's it from me. I'll write more later. Urgh. SO FUCKING COMPLICATED. :(
P.S. today was a stunningly beautiful day and the sun was out and I didn't want to wearing a jacket and ugh. I spent it all indoors. :( on the plus side, though, I did send out my mother's day card, which is something. POSTAGE; Y U SO EXPENSIVE?!
The first week of the nightmare three was all right, I suppose. One summative essay and one formative essay due and one tutorial. Not too bad. Then it was KB's birthday and we had to go out. It was also the night of my SS elections (I ran for treasurer, after a whole load of politics. By the end of it I didn't give a fuck, I just wanted it to be over. The speech went alright, I guess). So by the time I got back after the elections, everyone was pre-drinking in our flat. KB, who doesn't live here, had decided to pre-drink in our flat. So obviously we had to loan out our toilets. Which I wasn't terribly affected by, except for the bit after I got back. That was pretty irritating. Because it's in my room, see? And I've got all my stuff out and I don't want drunk strangers wandering into my room to pee in my bathroom, which I keep clean and take care of. Seriously. And the kitchen was a fucking disaster zone.
The going out bit was pretty eventful as well. Some of the local boys tried to pick a fight with a friend of a friend, and it was scary and worrying and another friend was upset and I didn't get a chance to talk to her because it was too loud and noisy, and I haven't had a chance to catch up with her, and I feel pretty bad about it. I'm hoping I get to sit down and have a decent gab when term ends. God. I'm so looking forward to that; being able to do that. I'm tired of studying.
That weekend was all right; worked through it. The next week was the calm before the storm. Just one tutorial the whole week, so you'd think it would have been fun. But this week (the one of which today is a monday -- yay for fucking around with sentence structure) is utterly shit. I've got three tutorials and two essays due, one summative, one formative.
Last week was marred by the fact that I got back my first summative essay and I did pretty badly for it. I was really upset, because I've got a solid 2.1 average, and then that essay and it was devastating, because I'd put a lot of effort into it, you know? I didn't deserve that grade, seriously. I'm hoping that the moderator ups it. I don't know how the system works here, though, so. I'll just have to do much better on the one that I'm submitting on wednesday. :(
Me and CdS were planning to go to Cambridge for two or three days, just to have a look around during the 5 week break (good god). But we haven't booked the tickets, so that plan looks like it'll be falling flat on it's face. :( I was pretty excited for it. ELG is going to Snowdonia with her boyfriend for a week, and that's going to be great. LS, ES and KB are going home. So is SC, and JK will be around for a bit, then it'll be me alone in this flat. I'm gonna be awfully lonely. :( I guess I'll just use it to work and study for exams.
So last week went in a haze of prep for this week. And everyone went out on friday except me and ELG, including CdS which I didn't understand, considering that we're all on the same course and we have all the same deadlines. I knew for a fact that she wasn't done, and I don't understand how you can go out and 'have fun' if you know you've got work waiting for you at home. It escapes me. And then she asked me out to watch a movie but I'd Cold Turkey'd all my time-waster websites (including hotmail) so I didn't respond, and she got upset and told KB. Then, here's the horrific bit, KB told ES, who eventually told me. And CdS had obviously told KB this in CONFIDENCE.
Now, this is one in many situations where KB has proven that she is incapable of keeping her trap shut. I feel like I'm being a little harsh on her, but the fact remains that she's been doing this since we've known her. I thought ELG was upset with me, and I told her, just because, you know. Just. AND THEN SHE WENT AND TOLD ELG WITHOUT ME. FOR FUCKS SAKE. If someone is upset with me, the problem is between me and her, and if I tell anyone else they're NOT SUPPOSED TO GET FUCKING INVOLVED. I told her there and then that I'm never telling her anything again; I was mortified! I'd much rather have asked ELG on my own terms, for goodness sake. She does that a lot, though. it's worrying.
There's this guy whom we met on her birthday outing. He was really nice, but pretty much everyone was under the impression he was gay, and treated him as such. Not in a bad way, of course. Just. You know. Dancing with him would be okay because they're girls and he's a gay guy. Because he was dancing very enthusiastically with males, so. I suppose the assumption was justified. We mentioned it briefly, while KB was in the room. AND THEN SHE WENT AND TOLD HIM.
FOR FUCKS SAKE. I COULD JUST SHAKE HER. GIRL TALK IS GIRL TALK. YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL ANYONE ELSE OUTSIDE THAT CIRCLE. You know, like VEGAS. And he was mortified and we were mortified and he kept protesting "I'm not gay! I'm not gay!" and it was just really embarrassing and she didn't give a fuck. It was... urgh. Horrible.
And it's happened other times, including the thing with CdS telling her she was upset, and then her telling ES. IT WAS PRIVATE. If I told a friend something, I'd want them to take it to the grave unless otherwise specified. I mean, I've told these people that my sexuality is slightly flexible. Nothing wrong with that. Except for the fact that my parents are super conservative, and if at all I tell them, I'd want it to be on my terms and conditions, in a way I could explain it to them. If my parents visit and she just causally puts it out there, I MIGHT AS WELL AS KILL MYSELF. My parents will never forgive me. Never.
She doesn't seem to think before she does stuff, and it's upsetting. It's very, very upsetting.
Oh god. It's 1:20 am. I have a 9 am lecture later on today, and then a double tutorial at 1 pm. That's it from me. I'll write more later. Urgh. SO FUCKING COMPLICATED. :(
P.S. today was a stunningly beautiful day and the sun was out and I didn't want to wearing a jacket and ugh. I spent it all indoors. :( on the plus side, though, I did send out my mother's day card, which is something. POSTAGE; Y U SO EXPENSIVE?!