Second disaster of the evening: no milk for tea, and I couldn't even steal any from upstairs because the only two potentially stealable candidates were unopened, and I would've felt very cheeky opening them. Had to drink green tea instead, which just isn't the same... Gah. Have only written 864 words of essay. It's an enjoyable one this time around ( Read more... )

Arghhh! Just had total laptop-related panic when the damn thing decided to spontaneously switch itself off as I was inspiredly typing away on my essay.... After my initial burst of confusion, I turned the thing on again to be met with an error message and then five seconds later it switched itself off again. Repeat five or six times, with me ( Read more... )

ughhhhh, woke up this morning feeling really crap. look rough. feel rougher. but will determinedly march on, as i am not going to let illness prevent me enjoying myself. No no no. *stamps foot petulantly*

Urghhrahrghhh. I'm just SO BORED....

*goes to eat chocolate*

woohoo, oxford tomorrow.
up at 7.30am.
not woohoo.

(More later; sleep now. -- I sound like Homer Simpson!!)

I thought, having watched the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice twice in Lent term in my first year with Sarah (because, shock horror, I had never seen it prior to this and she felt this sorry situation simply had to be rectified) and *loved* it, that I would consequently distinctly dislike the Keira Knightley version...Not least because Keira ( Read more... )

Essays are irritating. But not because I find the stuff I'm doing boring -- in fact, quite the opposite. (Yay for finding work interesting ( Read more... )

Have just eaten 3/4 of a bar of Galaxy Promises and feel disgusted with self, and a little sick... Heehee...

Some random thoughts had whilst sitting shiveringly waiting for the Citi4 back to town outside Homerton and inwardly cursing the fact that every other number of bus that served that stop had come at least twice before the 4 saw fit to turn up...The Cambridge public transport system is conspiring against and wilfully mocking me! (paranoid, much ( Read more... )

Thing is, people are so used to me being happy-go-lucky (even *I* am!). I don't believe it's possible to be optimistic and cheerful *all* the time, but I think that when I'm not, my friends are never sure how to deal with that. And then I feel guilty for being moochy etc without having any real impetus behind it, because it's not as if I can even ( Read more... )