*now Clo ded from chocolate*
Oct. 25th, 2004 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againNote to self: STOP EATING THE CHOCOLATE CARAMEL FINGERS DAMMIT.
End of note.
Because there is absolutely no way I can write my Creative Writing piece with flatmates giggling and messing around in the corridor outside my door, and because I really have procrastination down to a fine art - and because I wanted to get into the spirit of autumn, my favourite season - I made myself an autumn themed Roddick-Federer wallpaper. Ah procrastination. How I love thee. I'm gonna spend a few hours away from the computer now though, since I'm going to be sitting here right through from around 11 - 3/4am.
Minor drama with flatmates continues. One of them went to hospital last night - not though an accident might I add but a mildish allergic reaction to some medication. We're all struggling to be sympathetic but you know how people who have tons wrong with them take great joy in describing said things at length, several times over and then run to the doctor for every paper cut? Yeah, it's like that. We're all a little exhausted with the high maintenance factor. Which probably makes us heartless but if we reacted to every little thing she does like this then we wouldn't actually have any time to work for a degree, or even to exist as a matter of fact.
Going back to my Creative Writing piece, I have a beginning and an end but am lacking a middle. Which is somewhat catastrophic since I have no idea how the main character is going to get from A to B and I need to come up with the answer in about oh... three hours? Which when you've been working at something for around five days is not reassuring. -_- I need coffee.
Am starving. Am too lazy to cook. >_< Must. Develop. Energy.
On a final note; Andy Roddick fans, - the crazy, insane 'groupie' sort of fan - still scares the crap out of me. Literally. Very strange people they are, and not in a good way.
Clo
End of note.
Because there is absolutely no way I can write my Creative Writing piece with flatmates giggling and messing around in the corridor outside my door, and because I really have procrastination down to a fine art - and because I wanted to get into the spirit of autumn, my favourite season - I made myself an autumn themed Roddick-Federer wallpaper. Ah procrastination. How I love thee. I'm gonna spend a few hours away from the computer now though, since I'm going to be sitting here right through from around 11 - 3/4am.
Minor drama with flatmates continues. One of them went to hospital last night - not though an accident might I add but a mildish allergic reaction to some medication. We're all struggling to be sympathetic but you know how people who have tons wrong with them take great joy in describing said things at length, several times over and then run to the doctor for every paper cut? Yeah, it's like that. We're all a little exhausted with the high maintenance factor. Which probably makes us heartless but if we reacted to every little thing she does like this then we wouldn't actually have any time to work for a degree, or even to exist as a matter of fact.
Going back to my Creative Writing piece, I have a beginning and an end but am lacking a middle. Which is somewhat catastrophic since I have no idea how the main character is going to get from A to B and I need to come up with the answer in about oh... three hours? Which when you've been working at something for around five days is not reassuring. -_- I need coffee.
Am starving. Am too lazy to cook. >_< Must. Develop. Energy.
On a final note; Andy Roddick fans, - the crazy, insane 'groupie' sort of fan - still scares the crap out of me. Literally. Very strange people they are, and not in a good way.
Clo
