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I do enjoy starting my day with infuriated emails to my college Residence Officer. Whoever said 'let sleeping dragons lie' never sat around poking one with a long stick, just to see it set fire to its own scales when it tries to retaliate.

This time she's charged me for a new shower curtain despite the old one being (a) three years old, (b) attached to a very high ceiling so I nearly killed myself trying to get it down and (c) bleached for an entire night in an attempt to make it as good-as-new again. There was no physically possible way I could've done any better with that curtain and I'll be damned if I'm going to let her waltz off with £15 more of my money, not after she's made a small fortune off us all over the three years.

Troll of a woman. Why would someone who hates students work in a university?

(On the plus side I got at least £135 of my deposit back, which means I - briefly - have money again. Of course £70 of that is going to the parents but still. The remainder can buy plenty DVDs.)


edit: And on the subjects of asshats, methinks Rbin Hobb would be a splendid rant-partner for The Dragon. They could hang upside down in their dark cave together and bitch, squeakily, about 'the state of youth today'.

Good grief. I love the Fool to pieces but I'll never be able to read the books again without remembering what an idiot this woman is. Wonder how much I'll get for second-hand Hobb books on Amazon? Hm.

Home. Graduated. Wore the silly hat and everything (it's okay; all the Very Important Academic People sitting on the stage were wearing sillier ones. One had what I still maintain was a pirate hat. It had pointy corners. Felt sadly unsilly by comparison.) You may get subjected to a picture of me in the outfit soon, with my New Hair being squashed by the Silly Hat. Though, there's not much of it left to get squashed since apparently hair-dressers take "Leave it as long as possible" to mean "thin the top like crazy until there's a little bit of longer hair under the short." That said, it's nice. I actually have a semi-fringe for the first time in years.

Also, have DVD racks. Stopped in IKEA on the way home and I soothed my no-longer-a-bumstudent-pain by buying New and Shiny Things. So, DVD racks and a new cabinet-y thing for stationery and cushions and a rug and blue fairy lights shaped like sparrows (I kid you not. Most hilarious thing ever.) Daim cake went some way towards consoling me too. Cake made from Dimes. I love the Swedish.

Bought new books. Finally.

Have to poke dukedee and hill2k for what's happening tomorrow night. Suddenly I find myself booked twice for midnight on the same day. The odds.

In short: have been Awash With Sulky Bitterness for a few weeks but am finally getting over myself and quitting all the Wallowing In Silent Rage At The World. Promise to be back to normal and go answer comments and generally commune with the world from now on.

...S'amazing what a couple of DVD racks can do.

edit: Okay, so maybe I won't be rejoining the land of the Internets fully just yet because I remain miraculously unspoiled for HP and want it to remain that way in the final countdown. I will of course spend all of Saturday reading, so don't expect much other than the odd outburst of !!!! when I simply have to explode over LJ without spending too much time typing.

My DVD racks are made of awesome. Oh yes.

A got hold of the last four episodes from series 3 Grey's Anatomy for me. I watched them. Now all is no longer well in my happy place of McDreamy/Meredith and I'm still upset and my hair looks like I've been pulling my fingers through it since ten last night. Probably because I have.

And I get my university degree results in seven hours.

Yeah. One of those days.

But no! The Gnomes of Fate decided my life has been filled with the uncomplicated lately and from half five onwards phone calls and texts have come trickling in, each designed to make my life that little bit more complicated. Helped wonderfully by the fact that I now have a grand total of 1p of phone credit and no money in my back account.

Why do you hate me gnomes? What did I do?

One specific phone call from the parental now means I'll be spending the rest of the night in the company of Simon Pegg's commentary on Big Nothing and many, many bags and boxes as I pack up my stuff two days earlier than I thought at 4:30pm this afternoon. Everything else is being poked and prodded in a faintly despairing attempt to make it fit around said parental's arrival at lunchtime. Maybe. Sometime around then. If I gave them a timeframe like that I'd get hung up on. Add to this the fact that it's slowly dawning on me how much I don't want to leave and I swear, I will break the next thing that annoys me.

And oh Jesus I need to empty and clean the big fish tank too, crap crap crap. My parents owe me for this.

IN OTHER NEWS OF THE GOOD AND SHINY KIND. I figured out how to add extra space between my journal entries. Plus. Miko made us delicious sushi last night and the birthday cake I made for her and K turned out wonderful (already have a tag for cake. Am genius.) Plus. At least one of the annoying things tomorrow has been sorted via use of flatmate's phone; as long as the parental is on time, it'll all be shiny. Plus. Went to cinema. Only to see Fantastic Four 2 which was fairly dire (the dialogue was pretty much uniformly cliche with the odd hilarious line that made all the crap worthwhile. "Killed by a rockslide." *sporfles*) but still mildly entertaining. Plus. Henman won today. Plus. Simon Pegg asked me to marry him-- no wait, that's a lie. Actually I'm all out of pluses but life is pretty good regardless of tomorrow's insanity. Except I keep missing Wimbledon but I'm not sending the desktop home with my stuff tomorrow as originally planned for Thursday because I'll be damned if I'm missing four whole days of it. Yes. Dammit.

A gets her degree results tomorrow. I freak out a little more with each person because it reinforces that I'm getting mine Friday. Only, there are five people on this floor alone who'll be walking up at 11:30am to check our results. We all want to walk up by ourselves. There is *one door* out of our flat.

I suspect there may be a slight logistics problem. Hm.

It's taken me like two hours to type this entry and I still haven't started packing. Should probably go do that. Maybe after a bacon and egg sandwich. Mmmmmm. Sandwich.

edit: Also, in light of the suckiness that is me leaving university (ignore that I'm coming back in two weeks for graduation. IT DOESN'T COUNT. REALLY.) have decided to indulge myself in a happy lady-crush on Edgar Wright. Not only is he pretty but he's the only person I've seen outside of superhero movies that could truthfully wear a "Mine is an evil laugh!" shirt. He genuinely has an Evil Overlord laugh. Head thrown back and everything. See? Doctor Evil's laugh wasn't that evil.

It's fantastic.

I wrote stuff. No idea if it was any good or even answering the question half the time but eh. Done. Bizarre.

Parents called *from America* to ask how it went and I had wtfness. Crazy amounts of money when they could've just emailed.

I want this. And sleep. And food.

Am finished with uni (I think). This is... I mean, finished. Dude.

...

Hot Fuzz tomorrow! :D

:) Sometimes parents do come through for you after all.

Finished Othello. 2 hours ago. Should really start 12th Night now (woe). It never ends (until friday).

It's a bit frustrating but in no way surprising (this is my craptastically-organised uni) that I'm getting all the info and official 'uni advice' about the gypsies through facebook and have yet to get one official uni email about it. You fail at spre pretenading gossip, uni staff. Thankfully students are much more organised. I joined that facebook group when it had 200+ members about 4pm yesterday; there's now 1,657 and it goes up by a few more with every refresh.

Clearly we're all desperately avoiding revision, like I am right now. I was meant to have read all four plays by now and I haven't finished one. Um.

Breakfast! Yes. Excellent plan. Also, this was (mostly) a GIP. I don't care if I don't have exam in icon making; the picture was too cool.

edit Dear Rowling, asking for no spoilers when you've given them out yourself, when they're mentioned in *that article* (yes, that ( Deathly Hallows generalised spoiler ) Even more annoying is that, in your plea for no spoilers, you've just spoiled me for book seven. That makes you a total git.

NO LOVE AT ALL, EVER.

Clo

edit also, just got an official email. Vague guilt now. Sorry uni staff; you do have gossip skillz after all.

The space pirates ended up 3,067 words instead of 2,000 and I have cramp in my leg from sitting on the windowsill. On the plus side, this means I don't (not that I had time anyway) have to rewrite the fourth story. I can just tack a couple of hundred words more onto the vampire-werewolf one (I did mention I write crazy original stories right?) and be done. It'll take me half an hour if I rush.

Less reassuring is that I still have 5,000 words of critical stuff to do... and the ones I did last year that I was intending to look at for help remembering how to write them? Are on the account I can't get to. Because my keyboard is broken. Yeah.

On the plus side I saw a hedgehog in the carpark earlier. Cutest thing ever.

Cup of tea and critical stuff. >_< I just have to talk about myself for most of it. It can't take that long. Please god, don't take that long. I need to be printing finished stuff out by 10am. Four hours.

edit: I meant to ask, do you think it's bad that an 8,000 word portfolio is only going to have three short stories in it? Two finished and one the start of something longer. Not that I can change it now but still.

Then again, it's not a specifically short story portfolio, it's a *writing* portfolio. I think. It should be okay.

edit: *twitches* It's 9am and I still have a self critique and two peer critiques to do. Not to mention I haven't read anything through or printed it out yet. I have finally, genuinely left something far too late. Deadline's at 12 but I need to have to printed and ready to go at about 11:20 at the latest, since I need to buy another folder on the way.

Jesus. I'm so insane for doing this myself.

I've pretty much got the 4,000 words of novel I need for one portfolio. The first 1,000 needs editing but that's easy since it's just going through putting in the odd paragraph and fixing the things my tutor marked. I'm so happy about this, I'm going to make myself the stir-fry I completely forgot to make earlier. 1:30am is a perfectly reasonable dinner time. Really.

I have no idea what to work on next. Probably should rewrite the 1,000 words of long fiction before anything. Before sleep. God I want sleep. Do not deserve sleep yet. Maybe ever.

You have no idea how much stuff I have to do by the end of today. I'm meant to be hitting 3,000 words of fantasy novel by 5pm -- and then spend an hour or so rewriting the other 1,000 -- and so far I've managed 259. Which was just rewriting the end of a scene I'd *already written*.

On the plus side I wrote about 1,600 words of non-fiction stuff yesterday which is finished apart from a last line to tie it off. On the downside, that's the *only* thing I've finished for non-fiction and I need to finish the novel extracts by early evening because I need to spend the rest of the night rewriting non-fiction stuff. And then I was supposed to be writing another short story for the 303 portfolio, which I kind of know what it's meant to be but have no idea of specifics. I'm not even sure I can write it in such a short space of time, because it's the kind of thing that needs lots of meaningful dialogue (and preferably biblical research which I so do not have time for right now). But it'll still probably be easier than rewriting the other story that's an option, since that's more complicated.

And yet I'm still on LJ instead of working. And just about to go make myself a cup of tea, because I need the destressing. Sigh. Remember last year when I said I wouldn't do this? Yeah.