I'm profoundly, profoundly sick of exams, but I'm getting through them and I don't think they've been too disastrous. I've done four out of five (one not-great-to-OK, one OK, two OK-to-good) and I finish in two days and 10 hours ... not that I'm counting ( Read more... )

It's never a good sign when I'm on this thing, is it? As ever, I'm posting to avoid all the work I should be doing ... finally after two years of studying and trying to work, I have Part I exams. I've done one already (not a particularly inspiring outcome, I suspect), have three more this week and the fifth is on 14 June. Almost as late as it ( Read more... )

... is it that issues about which I could write reams in general terms suddenly become overwhelmingly difficult to cover properly the moment I have to deal with them for history essays? I'm normally quite capable of ranting about Britishness and its problems/implications/historical origins. Admittedly the fact that it's 3.30am or so probably ( Read more... )

There's something darkly entertaining about the idea of the far right creating a transnational grouping in the European Parliament. A multinational alliance of racist jackbooted thugs can't make for very friendly group meetings, surely?

Following a reminder that I do have this journal, and the recognition that I have lots of work to do this week and so need a new procrastination tool, I'm going to try and return to LiveJournal. It's just the sort of thing I could see myself becoming obsessed with, so I'm actually quite surprised that I haven't done so ( Read more... )

I hate work. I don't know why Labour lost in 1951 (except they didn't, you can thank the electoral system) and had I been there I would have supported them. I don't care how this essay goes, I only want to bash out the minimum words needed to survive. My supervisor can die a horrible and painful death as far as I'm concerned if he objects to ( Read more... )

I've had my last Themes and Sources class of the year, and (I think) my last ever. This means that no academic will talk to (or indeed at) me at any time except for 2pm-3pm on Friday. Apart from that ... in the eyes of the History Faculty, I don't exist. Could certainly be worse, I guess. This whole contact-free degree is slightly disconcerting ( Read more... )

OK, well, this is definitely a bad sign. Rather than working, I'm looking through the news and commenting on it on Live Journal. But my argument is that this minimises the risk of other people actually having to listen to me going on about this sort of thing in person, and news about the Human Rights Act panders perfectly to my own obsessions ( Read more... )

Well, now I've given in to Helen and actually acquired a Live Journal I'm far from sure what exactly I'm going to do with it ( Read more... )