Henry the heater
Haven't posted for a while so felt I should. The biggest change to my life is the welcome addition of Henry the heater to this house. He has made my life so much better, I cannot even begin to explain it. How nice it is to wake up and switch him on and be WARM for once in this fucking cold room with a window that refuses to shut.
Otherwise, although I am not in too bad a mood at the moment, there are things hanging over my head. For example, I have just over £200 to get me through next month - £200 of which is my rent for December. Can you say the words Officially Screwed? Why not use your overdraft I hear you cry - because I don't have one. And as much as I'm trying to get one for some bizarre reason my credit rating is stopping me although I've NEVER been even a little bit in debt - other than the student loan - but that hasn't stopped anyone else from getting one. I did blame it on my parents, but the credit company assures me that the rules changed in October 2004 so their debt should no longer influence mine.
In other things that are annoying me the prize has to go to my medieval teacher for being a class A prick again. Not only did he not give us our essay titles this week like he said he would, he's moved the deadline to the friday before the monday it was originally so I've lost a whole weekend of working on it. BASTARD!!! It's not like any of us struggled with the last essay or anything. GEEZ.
Otherwise I'm just trying to get through things. From here to the end of term I'm going to be holed in my room working my ass off to get through the sheer amount of work I have to do. I've just about finished my Shakespeare essay - YEAY! But I've got 6 more poems to write for poetry - which is harder than it sounds. I'm such a perfectionist one poem can take anywhere between 3 hours and a week. But no less.
In other poetry news I actually bothered to find out the last two collections I was published in yesterday and was pleasantly surprised that a) the first book is by a different publisher to my usual one and the blurb on the site said that this publisher favours traditional rhyming poetry - which mine certainly is not, so I feel very special to be chosen and b) the second book is a very small collection of work that's supposed to be new and exciting or some such crap but the fact is there aren't that many poems and mine's one of them. Wish I'd bought it now. Oh well I still have time they're all on amazon. At least I've got the first one I was ever published in. And I also entered the Top 100 poems competition, which, if I manage to come within the 100 I get £50 as a prize. The top prize is something stupid like £1000 - not that I'm going to win it but that's an indication of how prestigious this one is.
Went to Brocks last night, it was alright. There was a really weird atmosphere though. And I did not appreciate the way some people behaved. Others were much more dignified. The word in my head for that entire evening was - PURLEASE! Then at the end the guy I try to avoid from one of my classes somehow tracked me down when I was with Jen on the way to the cloakroom. He took me over to another guy from the same class and both proceeded to tell me I was cute and a very good poet. THe second guy even said the poem last lesson was really good. I had to point out that wasnt mine - the whole point of my presentation was that it was of an ACTUAL poet's poem. Which has only been happening, oh, since the beginning of term. He's even done one himself! Upon realising his mistake both he and his friend were like no matter you're still a good poet and cute too. And it went round and round in circles until Matt picked me up out of the middle of nowhere and carried me off kicking and screaming until I kicked him hard in the knees and he dropped me. All the while the people from my creative writing were laughing and making references to my feistiness and how little and light I am. That didn't please me hugely, I have to say. One of my worst fears is that I'll be attacked by someone one day and my lack of strength will mean I can't escape. I have nightmares about it. At least I know I'm not afraid to kick, bite and hit any bastard who ever tries it. As Matt found out.
All in all, an OK night. It was just so very good to get drunk. And there weren't any fights, which is always a bonus.
Normally I round entries off and they flow a bit better than this but I'm tired and can't be assed today.
Otherwise, although I am not in too bad a mood at the moment, there are things hanging over my head. For example, I have just over £200 to get me through next month - £200 of which is my rent for December. Can you say the words Officially Screwed? Why not use your overdraft I hear you cry - because I don't have one. And as much as I'm trying to get one for some bizarre reason my credit rating is stopping me although I've NEVER been even a little bit in debt - other than the student loan - but that hasn't stopped anyone else from getting one. I did blame it on my parents, but the credit company assures me that the rules changed in October 2004 so their debt should no longer influence mine.
In other things that are annoying me the prize has to go to my medieval teacher for being a class A prick again. Not only did he not give us our essay titles this week like he said he would, he's moved the deadline to the friday before the monday it was originally so I've lost a whole weekend of working on it. BASTARD!!! It's not like any of us struggled with the last essay or anything. GEEZ.
Otherwise I'm just trying to get through things. From here to the end of term I'm going to be holed in my room working my ass off to get through the sheer amount of work I have to do. I've just about finished my Shakespeare essay - YEAY! But I've got 6 more poems to write for poetry - which is harder than it sounds. I'm such a perfectionist one poem can take anywhere between 3 hours and a week. But no less.
In other poetry news I actually bothered to find out the last two collections I was published in yesterday and was pleasantly surprised that a) the first book is by a different publisher to my usual one and the blurb on the site said that this publisher favours traditional rhyming poetry - which mine certainly is not, so I feel very special to be chosen and b) the second book is a very small collection of work that's supposed to be new and exciting or some such crap but the fact is there aren't that many poems and mine's one of them. Wish I'd bought it now. Oh well I still have time they're all on amazon. At least I've got the first one I was ever published in. And I also entered the Top 100 poems competition, which, if I manage to come within the 100 I get £50 as a prize. The top prize is something stupid like £1000 - not that I'm going to win it but that's an indication of how prestigious this one is.
Went to Brocks last night, it was alright. There was a really weird atmosphere though. And I did not appreciate the way some people behaved. Others were much more dignified. The word in my head for that entire evening was - PURLEASE! Then at the end the guy I try to avoid from one of my classes somehow tracked me down when I was with Jen on the way to the cloakroom. He took me over to another guy from the same class and both proceeded to tell me I was cute and a very good poet. THe second guy even said the poem last lesson was really good. I had to point out that wasnt mine - the whole point of my presentation was that it was of an ACTUAL poet's poem. Which has only been happening, oh, since the beginning of term. He's even done one himself! Upon realising his mistake both he and his friend were like no matter you're still a good poet and cute too. And it went round and round in circles until Matt picked me up out of the middle of nowhere and carried me off kicking and screaming until I kicked him hard in the knees and he dropped me. All the while the people from my creative writing were laughing and making references to my feistiness and how little and light I am. That didn't please me hugely, I have to say. One of my worst fears is that I'll be attacked by someone one day and my lack of strength will mean I can't escape. I have nightmares about it. At least I know I'm not afraid to kick, bite and hit any bastard who ever tries it. As Matt found out.
All in all, an OK night. It was just so very good to get drunk. And there weren't any fights, which is always a bonus.
Normally I round entries off and they flow a bit better than this but I'm tired and can't be assed today.