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And the prize for bad timng goes to... may I have the envelope please... clo's wisdom teeth!

Yes, wisdom tooth coming through. Minor ouch right now. More ouch is googling 'wisdom teeth' and getting twenty million "OMG YOU WILL DIE IN HORRIBLE PAINFUL WAYS IF YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR WISDOM TEETH REMOVED!!!! LIKE, RIGHT NOW!!!!!eleventy-one!!!" results. For someone who hates dentists as much as me? Yeah, not such a nice thing to hear.

So I'm going to take my usual approach to anything I don't like, which is to ignore it in hopes it'll go away. Hey, it sometimes works.

Also, being unaccomplished today, though I did finish Great Expectations. Unfortunately my great expectations of an exciting ending to make slogging through the whole book worthwhile went unfulfilled. Reading the first page of a Christmas Carol, I'm already not inspired with huge and unconctrollable excitement, though the entire paragraph dedicated to discussing doornails and coffin nails was at least funny.

Everyone knows the Muppet version is better than reading the book anyway.

Clo

P.S. My muses have deserted me. I'm going to see if I can't lasso the little bastards into working later on because it's about time they came back.

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You know you're a second year university student when;

- You ask the freshers and the three random guys they've brought up to your flat to stop talking outside your door at 3am, even though it's Sunday and you don't have to get up in the morning.

- You gather with other second years in your kitchen and instead of talking about going out and internet 'toons, you moan about the university turning half the car park you use into disabled spaces that are never full and your third year friend's dissertation.

- You leave said kitchen at 11pm to get ready to go to bed.

- You actually do some of the reading *before* the seminar you're supposed to have read it for.

- You get annoyed when people distract you from doing work rather than being happy you don't have to work for a while.

All these things I've done in the last twenty four hours. It's vaguely depressing to know that you're getting old and boring and responsible. It's even more depressing to know that I have lectures tomorrow.

Summer is officially over and I can say, with complete and utter confidence, that I wasted pretty much every minute of it. Go me!

Clo

edit: Oh my god. I just checked out series one of Hustle on Amazon and so very nearly bought it there and then because it was £19.99, instead of the £29.99 it was in HMV yesterday. I click away from the page for a minute, click back - and it's gone up to £22.99. Sure it's still cheaper but I'm a poor student; £4 is a *lot*.

Amazon you bastards.

I really need to go to bed and stop being pissed off at Amazon now. Ngh.

edit The computer was off and I was literally *going* to bed when I remembered something vitally important I meant to do online. Something urgent and critical that could not wait until tomorrow. I finished cleaning my teeth, turned the laptop back on, sat down...

... and damned if I can remember what I wanted to do. Dammitdammitdammit.

Head, meet desk. -_-