What I Didn't Learn At Uni
... How to write a dissertation.
My first draft is due on Friday, I've been writing the damn thing for a week already (oh yes, I'm doing this one properly!) and what I really want to do is say, "Fuck it," and go to the boy's. But of course I can't do that, seeing as how I'm going to be handing in my MA application next week and it seemed like oh, such a good idea to apply for the course that my dissertation supervisor co-runs.
Seriously. I did think that it was a good idea.
You know, your disseration is like a really bad boyfriend. Worse than that - the worst boyfriend ever. I love it, and loathe it at the same time. It keeps me trapped in my room against my will, it makes me want to beat my head against a wall; it stops me from seeing my friends and it makes me feel like my brain is about to leak out through my ears.
I still love it though.
... Cabin fever, totally. I'm going out in a couple of hours and getting drunk. But first, back to rape as a literary construct. God.
My first draft is due on Friday, I've been writing the damn thing for a week already (oh yes, I'm doing this one properly!) and what I really want to do is say, "Fuck it," and go to the boy's. But of course I can't do that, seeing as how I'm going to be handing in my MA application next week and it seemed like oh, such a good idea to apply for the course that my dissertation supervisor co-runs.
Seriously. I did think that it was a good idea.
You know, your disseration is like a really bad boyfriend. Worse than that - the worst boyfriend ever. I love it, and loathe it at the same time. It keeps me trapped in my room against my will, it makes me want to beat my head against a wall; it stops me from seeing my friends and it makes me feel like my brain is about to leak out through my ears.
I still love it though.
... Cabin fever, totally. I'm going out in a couple of hours and getting drunk. But first, back to rape as a literary construct. God.