more optimistic than I sound, honest.
Well. Twitter won't let me post on my phone. Because it's a bitch.
I am, though, scrounging internet off UCL's network. And scrounging their nice, student priced, coffee. NINETY-FIVE p. ninety-freaking-five.
Anyhoo. I did a good 1,500 words of diss before BREAKFAST today. I might have to dedicate my dissertation to Arriva Trains Wales. I certainly sense one coming on, because it's the only place I get a serious amount of work done. A SERIOUS amount. No such luck going back, mind, because my battery will not support me that far.
My interview, man. I kicked ass on talking about my diss - although having written so much of it this morning, and having read a relevant article in today's paper helped a ton, but then there was...
QUESTIONS ABOUT THE EU. Which is fine, cool, whatever. Haven't studied it in a bit, but I'm alright.
OH WAIT WHAT, THEY'RE IN FUCKING FRENCH. Which I think I handled well. I think. Lord knows. I am hopeful.
AND AND AND. The scholarships might be back on. I could have danced. This will probably mean, thanks to Murphy's Law (I'll blame Murphy) that I won't get the place, but it's an optimistic thing, anyhoo. So I'm pleased about that.
We'll see what comes of it, folks. Tis all we can do now. :D
I also have a packed lunch. This is the mark of a classy, classy dame.
I am, though, scrounging internet off UCL's network. And scrounging their nice, student priced, coffee. NINETY-FIVE p. ninety-freaking-five.
Anyhoo. I did a good 1,500 words of diss before BREAKFAST today. I might have to dedicate my dissertation to Arriva Trains Wales. I certainly sense one coming on, because it's the only place I get a serious amount of work done. A SERIOUS amount. No such luck going back, mind, because my battery will not support me that far.
My interview, man. I kicked ass on talking about my diss - although having written so much of it this morning, and having read a relevant article in today's paper helped a ton, but then there was...
QUESTIONS ABOUT THE EU. Which is fine, cool, whatever. Haven't studied it in a bit, but I'm alright.
OH WAIT WHAT, THEY'RE IN FUCKING FRENCH. Which I think I handled well. I think. Lord knows. I am hopeful.
AND AND AND. The scholarships might be back on. I could have danced. This will probably mean, thanks to Murphy's Law (I'll blame Murphy) that I won't get the place, but it's an optimistic thing, anyhoo. So I'm pleased about that.
We'll see what comes of it, folks. Tis all we can do now. :D
I also have a packed lunch. This is the mark of a classy, classy dame.