York University Library: "The only social club you'll ever need!"
I swear it's impossible to do any work here. At home I just read Captain Bluebear instead of the stuff I'm meant to be reading, but here you bump into people every five seconds and everyone's just going for a quick coffee or you haven't seen them for months or you're both mid essay-death, and actually getting round to doing work can take a good long time. Record time so far: sitting down to work half an hour after entering the library. Get in.
I took a long time getting to the library today. To be precise, having woken up at 9.18, I didn't sit myself down at a library desk until 16.08. Oh sure, I did other things. I went back to the memory of place installation at St Mary's and made a wish and did Karen's 'kebab' trick (much more therapeutic than it sounds). I also went to Borders (bad, bad Rose! wicked child!) and discovered they have a box set (cheaper) of Lian Hearn's Tales of the Otori trilogy, as well as the sequel, so I will be going back next week when they have the 3 days of Joy, otherwise known as 20% off for all students. £25 on perfume? Pah! No, teenage fiction is the way to go. (For everyone who a) likes reading, and b) isn't ageist, Lian Hearn's books are amazing and will give you tremulous ebullience, so read them ^_^)
And I've got an application form for a casual job in one of the uni bars for a couple of nights a week, which supposing I get it won't pay much but will mean I get £30ish a week plus anything from modelling - already have two dates for modelling so there's £40. I've decided that if I get this bar job that's great, but if I don't I'm not going to knock myself out trying (don't worry, mum). I've also decided that any money I make from modelling and whatever else is going to go into an adventure fund, since this seems to be what all the cool kids are doing. It's a good idea and I'm nicking it.
I want to start a mystery night club with Mark. Well, with anyone really. I don't know how we can make it suitably mysteriously yet equally suitably low budget. But we could work something out, surely.
The reason I am on here instead of upstairs writing notes for my essay is because I started writing an introduction which was interesting and I immediately decided I needed to check facebook. Maybe it was really an awful introduction and my half-baked brain decided to bail out and save itself by simultaneously convincing me that it was great and for that reason I needed to check my emails and write on LJ.
There were no interesting emails, and no one loves me on facebook, darn it all to heck.
Last night I went out to have a drink with the boys, it being Tom's 22nd, and I meant to join Chris but ended up spending the whole night with the boys instead. Had a proper conversation with Wallace for the first time, which was amusing - Tom kept sideling past saying, "Isn't he horribly heteronormative?" He isn't, but it was still funny.
I ended up in the lowther, god knows how (in a metaphysical sense rather than a practical one - I walked there, and i remember every step of it), and then got home at 2.30am. I was intending to be back before midnight to encourage the grey cells, but no cigar.
I am going back to write a proper introduction before heading home. That will be A Start if nothing else.
I took a long time getting to the library today. To be precise, having woken up at 9.18, I didn't sit myself down at a library desk until 16.08. Oh sure, I did other things. I went back to the memory of place installation at St Mary's and made a wish and did Karen's 'kebab' trick (much more therapeutic than it sounds). I also went to Borders (bad, bad Rose! wicked child!) and discovered they have a box set (cheaper) of Lian Hearn's Tales of the Otori trilogy, as well as the sequel, so I will be going back next week when they have the 3 days of Joy, otherwise known as 20% off for all students. £25 on perfume? Pah! No, teenage fiction is the way to go. (For everyone who a) likes reading, and b) isn't ageist, Lian Hearn's books are amazing and will give you tremulous ebullience, so read them ^_^)
And I've got an application form for a casual job in one of the uni bars for a couple of nights a week, which supposing I get it won't pay much but will mean I get £30ish a week plus anything from modelling - already have two dates for modelling so there's £40. I've decided that if I get this bar job that's great, but if I don't I'm not going to knock myself out trying (don't worry, mum). I've also decided that any money I make from modelling and whatever else is going to go into an adventure fund, since this seems to be what all the cool kids are doing. It's a good idea and I'm nicking it.
I want to start a mystery night club with Mark. Well, with anyone really. I don't know how we can make it suitably mysteriously yet equally suitably low budget. But we could work something out, surely.
The reason I am on here instead of upstairs writing notes for my essay is because I started writing an introduction which was interesting and I immediately decided I needed to check facebook. Maybe it was really an awful introduction and my half-baked brain decided to bail out and save itself by simultaneously convincing me that it was great and for that reason I needed to check my emails and write on LJ.
There were no interesting emails, and no one loves me on facebook, darn it all to heck.
Last night I went out to have a drink with the boys, it being Tom's 22nd, and I meant to join Chris but ended up spending the whole night with the boys instead. Had a proper conversation with Wallace for the first time, which was amusing - Tom kept sideling past saying, "Isn't he horribly heteronormative?" He isn't, but it was still funny.
I ended up in the lowther, god knows how (in a metaphysical sense rather than a practical one - I walked there, and i remember every step of it), and then got home at 2.30am. I was intending to be back before midnight to encourage the grey cells, but no cigar.
I am going back to write a proper introduction before heading home. That will be A Start if nothing else.