DONE. Handed in, stapled, totally, utterly wrong and I don't give a smeg because it's done. One sixteenth of my degree failed in a neat package of caffiene high and sleep deprival. Now onto more important things such as tidying my room from essay chaos, not-sleeping since I have a lecture in less than two hours and squeeing over the fact we're having Chinese tonight. Also, that
wolves8, L and I are clearly on the same wavelength since we all turned up to hand our essays in at the same time.
I left all my summer shoes at home, because I am a fool. Debating asking 'rents to post some up for me but these are *shoes*, they're kinda heavy. I could always go and buy some cheap sandals tomorrow, on the assumption that the TV license people will eventually pay me back my money and if they don't I can sue them purely on the principle they're annoying bastards and it'll get me more money. Students across the UK will rally behind me I'm sure. Mmm. Sandalwards tomorrow then perhaps. In the meantime I might just wear my trainers with a skirt because damn, summer snuck up on us without me noticing.
I'm staring woefully at the stack of books I used for this essay and the sheer number of neon sticking arrows I put in to mark quotes. There must be in excess of forty or fifty. Taking those out is going to be fun.
Tidy. Do some of the stack of washing up in the kitchen. Do something. Yes.
... Sleeping is something. Right?
I left all my summer shoes at home, because I am a fool. Debating asking 'rents to post some up for me but these are *shoes*, they're kinda heavy. I could always go and buy some cheap sandals tomorrow, on the assumption that the TV license people will eventually pay me back my money and if they don't I can sue them purely on the principle they're annoying bastards and it'll get me more money. Students across the UK will rally behind me I'm sure. Mmm. Sandalwards tomorrow then perhaps. In the meantime I might just wear my trainers with a skirt because damn, summer snuck up on us without me noticing.
I'm staring woefully at the stack of books I used for this essay and the sheer number of neon sticking arrows I put in to mark quotes. There must be in excess of forty or fifty. Taking those out is going to be fun.
Tidy. Do some of the stack of washing up in the kitchen. Do something. Yes.
... Sleeping is something. Right?
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Date: 2006-05-04 04:20 pm (UTC)At least the thing's in! You can even lie in tomorrow...*weeps*
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Date: 2006-05-04 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 09:07 pm (UTC)ficsleep.