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So I've screwed up on my presentation. I'm meant to be giving it *looks over at clock* oh, right about now.. and.. well, let's say if I were to make my way there right now, it would take at least 20 minutes in a taxi because I'm in entirely the wrong city. I'm having a mini breakdown because everything was left too late and I hate relying on other people. If I'd have been allowed to work alone, I'd be fine. I'd be standing there now spouting bullshit about dead Anglo-Saxons. Actually, that's a partial lie. I wouldn't be fine exactly. I suck at presentations. Last time I did one I nearly passed out. I should follow Louise's advice and get ratarsed tipsy beforehand. I'm sure it'd be fine. Most of the people in the archaeology department are pissheads anyway.
I'm not slacking off, scout's honour. I'm working on my essay for my other specialised aspect. While I know very little about dead Anglo-Saxons who have the tendency to send me to sleep, Egyptian religion is much less agonising. Now that I've bought some books for it anyway. I spent last week in deep panic because there was not one of the bastard books on the reading list left in the library.
Since my last confession post, I have a new lip piercing. It was on impulse. I wanted a variation on an anti-eyebrow but apparently it was not doable so I've got this thing instead. Stupid, no? I think I'm sharing the 'mid-twenties crisis' Lindsey says she's having.. except I'm not in my mid-twenties yet. Lindsey, not pleased with being 24, just dyed her hair magenta and got pierced.
This reminds me. I need a bloody haircut. I feel like I have far too much hair. It's a horrible mixture of colours too. I was thinking of going back to purple or red but then it'd clash with my dread falls so back to black it is.
That was very boring few paragraphs but they helped make me feel a little less like screaming. Woo.
Oh, and I downloaded that damn 'I Kissed A Girl' song. Yeah. I know. I was late in succumbing to the hype. I would like to make it clear that I do not like the song. I am merely investigating it for.. anthropological reasons. Yep... METAL! \m/
(Seriously though, I think I'm getting soft in my old age. While I love good ol' rock, there's a worrying amount of Shakira in my files.)
I'm not slacking off, scout's honour. I'm working on my essay for my other specialised aspect. While I know very little about dead Anglo-Saxons who have the tendency to send me to sleep, Egyptian religion is much less agonising. Now that I've bought some books for it anyway. I spent last week in deep panic because there was not one of the bastard books on the reading list left in the library.
Since my last confession post, I have a new lip piercing. It was on impulse. I wanted a variation on an anti-eyebrow but apparently it was not doable so I've got this thing instead. Stupid, no? I think I'm sharing the 'mid-twenties crisis' Lindsey says she's having.. except I'm not in my mid-twenties yet. Lindsey, not pleased with being 24, just dyed her hair magenta and got pierced.
This reminds me. I need a bloody haircut. I feel like I have far too much hair. It's a horrible mixture of colours too. I was thinking of going back to purple or red but then it'd clash with my dread falls so back to black it is.
That was very boring few paragraphs but they helped make me feel a little less like screaming. Woo.
Oh, and I downloaded that damn 'I Kissed A Girl' song. Yeah. I know. I was late in succumbing to the hype. I would like to make it clear that I do not like the song. I am merely investigating it for.. anthropological reasons. Yep... METAL! \m/
(Seriously though, I think I'm getting soft in my old age. While I love good ol' rock, there's a worrying amount of Shakira in my files.)