So, to the surprise of absolutely no-one, I'm going. I have one person who doesn't think it's weird that I don't want to go and says it's more for the benefit of parents & families than students, which is so very true, but still thinks I should go, and everyone else unanimously decrees that it's a good thing to do. Yay.

At risk of sounding self- ( Read more... )

People seem to think it is, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up going anyway because otherwise my entire family will be Disappointed. I just don't actally want to. I mean, really, I don't think there's any particular reason why I should. Okay, it's a celebration that four years of work ended in success (assuming they did; I don't have results ( Read more... )

I keep telling myself that it's all going to be fine because it's always fine, no matter how stupid I am. Then the voice in my head that most closely resembles a responsible adult (or is just unhelpfully negative) points out that I've never been this stupid before and I should get on with the fucking work already instead of repeatedly talking ( Read more... )

With hindsight, two enforced all-nighters in three days may have been a little optimistic. And stupid.

Yes, the window is solid. You can see through it, but you cannot fly through it. This will remain true no matter how many times you headbutt it. That pane of glass will continue to be a pane of glass indefinitely. True, it may one day break, but this is unlikely to be due to you repeatedly flying into it, and in the meantime the constant buzz-thud ( Read more... )

But I'm pretty sure it's just me and the vast amounts of caffiene making my blood fizz.

So badly. This is what I get for leaving everything to the last minute, always, even though I know it's stupid.

That is all, work to do.

Must... stay... awake...

It would be a bad idea to drop out of university when I'm less than a month from finishing my degree, right? Because I have, after all, spent four years on this - well, three and a half - so it would be nice to get something out of it other than the job interview question, 'So, why did you drop out of university?'

Surprisingly, this isn't an 'Oh my ( Read more... )

Normally, this isn't a problem: if I don't feel like writing, I don't write. There are, after all, plenty of other things I can do with my time. Like fuck about on the internet, blatantly wasting my life. I'm aware of my shortcomings. It would be so much more admirable if I actually did something about them, but whatever, that's not the point I'm ( Read more... )

What the actual fuck, housing people?

A little background information: I live in student housing. Fairly old and crappy student housing (yes, I'm aware this describes a good 90% of student housing, but even by student housing standards, my student housing is kind of old and crappy). This, along with the act that the people in charge of us don't care ( Read more... )