Sunday, 29 November 2009

Ok, so you know, the last post was a bit...well, harsh. However, that is kinda how I felt at the time. But, I've spoken to the girls about it, and I think things will improve now. Let's hope so, anyway.

In other news, I (well, I say 'I', it's actually my immune system) decided to go into meltdown this week. I spent 3 days throwing up into a bucket in bed. B-E-A-UUUUTIFUL! yeah, it was pretty gross to be honest. But the three days I spent not doing anything made me realise how little I actually DO on a daily basis. So I've turned over a new (academic, this is) leaf, and am gonna work super hard from now on. Today for example, I've caught up on the lectures that I missed (bar, one, but I need to get on the girl who said she'd give me her notes, I plan on doing that after this (see, super organised)) and have written a 2,000 word essay today. and I only started working at 12pm, and have cocked about with loooads of 'study breaks' (hey, a girl can't work all the time, right??) Just think what those few hours have done for my studies-ego :)
Of course, I do have lots to do still, having slacked about for a little bit too long, but I'm ready for the hard work to recommence! Let's go!

Am currently listening to 'Shine' by Take That while celebrating the fact that I've done an essay, despite the fact that my printer hates me. Perfect celebration choonz.

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

Calvin Harris seems to like all sorts of girls....personally, I struggle with girls as friends sometimes, particularly the ones I live with. I love them all, don't get me wrong, but they can be very unforgiving, and I've found they don't very often make an effort. There's always a Queen Bee, and if QB doesn't want to do something, then she'll be damned if anyone else is gonna do it. If I wanna go into this shop and she wants to go home, I'll end up going to that shop on my own and walking home on my own. In the rain.
Now, I'm not usually one to moan about these things, friendship is about give and take, right? but it happens pretty regularly, and I begin to question whether they actually give a shit...even though I know they do. I think.
And maybe it's just a blip, it's QB's birthday tomorrow, so we're going out tonight (and tomorrow) to she's probably just feeling a bit self-centred. Although the others could at least pretend to have a mind of their own once in a while...
Anyway, I bought a fabulous dress, so I don't really care.

Am currently listening to Jose Gonzalez while drinking vodka and eating cannelloni. While not even pretending to myself to be doing any work.

Sunday, 22 November 2009

Saw L last night, was lovely to be around a friend who you don't always feel that you HAVE to make an effort with all the time. Not that I don't love my new friends, but you know what I mean. It's nice to just be around someone who knows you inside out, and who you know inside out. Had to sit through some tragic music, but it was worth it just to see her.

Just gotten back from visiting the parents, which is always nice. Being spoilt is the way forward. Fortunately, none of the housemates are in (not ones that I really speak to anyway), so I have some time to myself to get on with a few things. Like this, for example. Also a chance to write a cantus firmus (yeah, I know) and start typing up this report I need to do. Eurgh. It's not too bad, but y'know, a weekend off here and there wouldn't go amiss - cause I haven't done any work (to speak of) at home, I now have loads to catch up on now that I'm home. (having 2 homes is confusing, and expensive, I need 2 of everything. Almost feels as though I'm leading 2 lives, which I guess to a degree I am. Anyway, I don't really have anything to say, I just fancied writing to no one in particular, cause it's not like anyone reads this shite anyway, it's just the stream of consciousness of some student.

Am currently listening to Pink Floyd while writing a cantus firmus in the renaissance style. Lovely.

Saturday, 21 November 2009

The beginnings of a diary

Like most women, I've kept a diary of varying sorts since I was about 8 (what the hell did I write about when I was 8 anyway?) The internet seems as good a way as any to keep one - at least I'll never lose it this way.

The stuff I write about won't always be on the day it happened - I carry round a notebook to note down interesting things that happened to me during the day. Or notes about my studies, for example: "Hit TSH over the head with a book saying 'Pedagogical' on the front, in the hope he never says it again" (I'm all for scholars and teachings, but seriously? You've made your point now, sweetheart.) I won't explicitly name my friends/collegues/professors in my blog, that would seem to me to be unfair, especially seeing as they don't know I'm writing this.

Anyway, I'm currently listening to Chopin Nocturnes played by Daniel Barenboim, while I should be writing an essay on Mozart piano sonatas....go figure.
Quote of the day:

"You were just talking about reacharounds and then introduced yourself to that lady. That's fucked up"