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clo_againWaiting for freshers to finish destroying the kitchen cooking before I can make dinner. Argh. Stomach-eating-through-spine--
Yeah I'm just bored and creating drama. Ssshh. While I'm bored, I also want to declare that my creative writing course IS THE BESTEST EVER, considering that today we discussed how sweet it is when your group is all mature about gay couples in the stories, George (I haven't actually read the damn book yet but I feel obliged to pimp it whenever possible because George Owns My Soul) went on a good ten minute rant about the word 'literally' illustrated with examples from bad fiction and sports commentary, what the Little Black Dress symbolizes differently to women and men, had a twenty minute argument about character vs plot and debated the merits of fire demons as firefighters. Among many, many other things.
And this counts as work. God I love my course.
Do not, however, love my dissertation tutor since he has yet to deign to answer my email about moving my dissertation meeting and I actually *walked into him* today, so it isn't like he hasn't been in work. Rat. If he hasn't answered by Monday, I'll pester him with more emails until he does. Because hey, anything beats actually *working* on the damn dissertation right?
Hungry. Think freshers have finally finished, that or they've buried themselves under the stack of dirty pots and leftover food they inevitably fail to clean up. Investigation is called for.
(Best. Course. Ever. Yeses.)
Yeah I'm just bored and creating drama. Ssshh. While I'm bored, I also want to declare that my creative writing course IS THE BESTEST EVER, considering that today we discussed how sweet it is when your group is all mature about gay couples in the stories, George (I haven't actually read the damn book yet but I feel obliged to pimp it whenever possible because George Owns My Soul) went on a good ten minute rant about the word 'literally' illustrated with examples from bad fiction and sports commentary, what the Little Black Dress symbolizes differently to women and men, had a twenty minute argument about character vs plot and debated the merits of fire demons as firefighters. Among many, many other things.
And this counts as work. God I love my course.
Do not, however, love my dissertation tutor since he has yet to deign to answer my email about moving my dissertation meeting and I actually *walked into him* today, so it isn't like he hasn't been in work. Rat. If he hasn't answered by Monday, I'll pester him with more emails until he does. Because hey, anything beats actually *working* on the damn dissertation right?
Hungry. Think freshers have finally finished, that or they've buried themselves under the stack of dirty pots and leftover food they inevitably fail to clean up. Investigation is called for.
(Best. Course. Ever. Yeses.)
