It's just another day of the week in my flat, when the boys go out the night before and get so drunk they think it's a good idea to steal four kettles, three microwaves and a refrigerator (how they did that, I will never know) from various other kitchens. There's only two of them. I don't understand how this happens. I have been given strict ( Read more... )

Right. So this post is going to come across as impossibly self-centered and vaguely insane, but meh. I guess that's what a journal is for.

It was a fairly normal day today. My Academic Advisor didn't show up for a meeting we'd planned. I want to have a chat with him about module choices and it's pissed me off that he didn't even reply to my email. ( Read more... )

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Oh god in heaven.

Right, so I don't know if I've written about this before, about that vaguely skeevy professor of mine, with the eyes and the hair? no? Right. He's skeevy. I saw that on the first day, when he did the squinty eyed hair flip thing in lecture, even when others were squealing about how very pretty he is ( Read more... )

Right. So I'm beat beyond reason, haven't slept more than six hours since Saturday afternoon (it's now Monday midnight), and I'm about to crash. I ask for ELG to send me her essay, and I'll send her mine, just to double check, right? It's only logical. It's not like I'm going to fucking copy her essay. She, she doesn't even tell me she doesn't want ( Read more... )

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God. I'm going home on saturday. Fucking hell, I'm going home on saturday. I. I can't. I don't. Oh fuck ( Read more... )

It's currently 3:45 in the morning in Durham, cold, I'm studying tort law and wondering why everyone in the world is such a fucking idiot. God. The cases I've read. God. Everyone's stupid, that's it. Except Lord Diplock, who's a sekret lawyer ninja. *nods sagely ( Read more... )

I love Durham. I love it here. I do not regret coming here, despite the fact that the work load's truly shit (did my first submission today morning), and I've met a douche bag of epic proportions. My friends are brilliant. My flat is brilliant. My family life is NOT brilliant ( Read more... )

I love life in Durham ( Read more... )