Um, yes, rather a long time since one has written, I imagine. I have started ye olde job, and it is quite just perfect for the purpose. I spend my days riding up and down in lifts, shuffling paper, answering the phone and generally not being particularly stressed by anything much at all. Every so often, we get bored and play ball games in the ( Read more... )

Lo! I return! This one definitely calls for cuts...

I went to Ireland with the boy on what Laura dubbed 'a mini-break', a la Bridget Jones. There was no convertible, just Owain's Renault Clio and several somewhat tense discussions about the speed at which I go over speedbumps and the correct interval of time necessary between turning an indicator on ( Read more... )

I'm so cool. I'm listening to the first Westlife album. Admit it. You want to be me.

Okay, I'm a little bit ashamed to admit that in the public domain. It's just because my other diary is broken and I was planning to spend today making sure that it has more words than the Bible by the time I graduate in 21 days. As in, three weeks this afternoon. ( Read more... )

Eh-heeheehee! This weekend has been fun. If we include the whole of Friday in 'the weekend', it was both terrifying and exciting. This weekend has involved job interview, trains, being in Wales, light sunburn, meeting-the-parents, a marked absence of icecream, more Guinness than can possibly be healthy, abbeys, bays, beaches, lots of sunshine, lots ( Read more... )

I'm procrastinating again. In fact, this is likely to be one of my last ever academic-procrastination entries in this here LJ. How sad. Today, I am avoiding doing any work for my Last Ever Essay, Regarding Miracles and Physics and Stuff.
Ah. See, now when I put it like that, it actually seems like a momentous event in my life. With the exception of ( Read more... )

Hannah, the arch-overlord of the universe, is making me write an entry. Something has been eating her flour in the kitchen, and our prime suspects are our old ratty friends, new mice, or comedy moose. I don't believe her claims that she found shed antlers in a drawer. Our house is crazy ( Read more... )

Argh. The dissertation, tis so very nearly finished. I just lack the inclination to do that tonight. I keep putting it off but the deadline is actually only 8 days away so I feel like I actually ought to finish it sometime soon. Still waiting to hear back from my tutor about the chapters I already gave him, but got surprisingly good feedback from ( Read more... )

Uh huh. It must be that time of year again. I'm 3325 words in, with only 11,675 to go, more or less. Only. I want to cry. It's due three weeks tomorrow. Why did I choose this subject again? Why is everyone else's dissertation shorter than ours? It isn't fair. Snot FAIR!

Um, other than that? Nothing much to report at present.

Oooh! Leap day! I don't know why I'm excited about that, except maybe I'm a little drunk. The Impy is naughty indeed. So far I've asked four men to marry me. Two said no outright, Brendon said yes but he's drunk too, and Michael said yes after a little coercion and my threats to sulk. Nath's just annoyed with me now, or I'm annoyed with him. I get ( Read more... )

It looks like Karma Llama has come to my house this morning. Put on Media Player, first line that comes blaring out is...

"I've read it all, every word, and I still don't understand a thing..."

My exam's tomorrow and I actually cannot stop procrastinating. I know not-very-much about Hans Urs von Balthasar, and the past papers I found in the library ( Read more... )