They have the draft version of the EXAM TIMETABLE up on the university network. Now.

I swear I'm still in that pleasant 'oh! It's the beginning of the year. How lovely.' phase.

We still believe in love, so fuck you.

Less than two weeks away: Good Friday looms on the horizon. As a day off. Due to an inability to say 'no', this working week has turned into 35 hours ( Read more... )

Time: 3:15am.
Left to do tonight:
- Philosophy readings (18 pages; difficult)
- Critical theory readings (84 pages)
Alarm set for: 7am

FUCK PROCRASTINATION. Fuck people who walk around talking about how good it is. Fuck the stupid t-shirt slogans. I'm so FURIOUS at the time I've wasted tonight. So here I am, up for another <3 hour sleep - ( Read more... )

Oh, the tired grumpiness.

It's past midnight, it's the 15th of March.

Everybody knows what this means, right? How important this day is - right?

Because Taylor Hanson can now legally drink. He, of the hair and the hands and the ew, what was I thinking with that crush?

But yes. He's now old. Just think...people of that age are old enough to be thisclose to finishing ( Read more... )

We have a new type of washing powder and I don't like it as much as our last; true, my colours and whites *are* more brilliant than before, but they're all now really rough on the skin ( Read more... )

Eeeee.

(The sound of a girl posting from her own computer)

Two weeks? No. I refuse to believe it ( Read more... )

To do today ( Read more... )

Completed mission for today: Finding a bag. It's big enough for notepads, discman and a book, and it's veeeeery girly. Hee.