I was supposed to pack today for my trip to London on Saturday owing to the fact I'm gonna spend the days between at my mum's (we're gonna watch the royal wedding, don't judge me!), but I've been hanging out with my flatmate instead. I've just convinced her to finally download Sherlock ( Read more... )

Okay, my hotel room for London is confirmed, now I only have to figure out how to make my schedule for Saturday work. It's been keeping me up last night, which wasn't good as some relatives came to visit early this morning. (Of course I immediately managed to build a connection to the couple's seven-year-old grandson, who for the first time in five ( Read more... )

Aaand as per usual the flatmate and her boyfriend are having sex in the next room, which is just behind a door.

It's quite disturbing to read fic - and the graphic-ish part of it as well - when two people you know quite well are going at it basically right next to you, and your flatmate is also not exactly the quiet sort ( Read more... )

I wanted to report that I'd put this paper that's been haunting me for weeks now into the post box. Alas, the printer doesn't cooperate - but it is finished, yay ( Read more... )

There's that thing I wanna do, instead of that thing I'm supposed to do. That thing I wanna do has got words, lots of them, in meaningful patterns, featuring people and their words and thoughts and actions. And words about the progress of said people's relationship ( Read more... )

I think I've just given up on the paper I would have to hand in by tomorrow early afternoon - in about 13 hours. I'd have to write another seven pages, and I just. Can't. Bloody. Do. It. Especially since I have to go to work in the afternoon as well. Stupid dry topic with no online literature to be had ( Read more... )

This past weekend I played host to the lovely lazy_daze, who came from London to get to know my marvellous home city - and who keeps reminding me that I haven't posted in aaaaaages. I haven't even said anything about having been to London three weeks ago, where I had the chance to see both Colin Morgan (in his play and at the stage door) AND Benedict ( Read more... )

I've been offered a spot for a year at Manchester Metropolitan University (or one semester at Hull, but COME ON).

Well fuck.

FUCK. I might have blown my Erasmus application. I haven't received my letter of recommendation yet, I only have a scanned copy of it, which is signed and everything, but it's just a FUCKING SCANNED COPY ( Read more... )

I swear, I feel like I'm drowning. There is too much to do! First exams until the end of February, and of course instead of being allowed to enjoy time off during spring vacation I've got to write about 35 pages of papers until the end of March (45-50 if we count until the end of April). :/ And this week is also the week I have to hand in my ( Read more... )