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Me: *walks up to the porter's lodge with package notifications in hand*
Porter: (to other porter) Here's trouble.
Me: *beaming* I'm popular! Have three packages I think.
Porter: *ominously* I know. I've heard. *turns to look* ... Here. *turns back to hand me the packages*
Me: *still beaming* Thank you! *starts to go*
Porter: WAIT. A. MINUTE.
Me: *freezes*
Porter: *still looking* mumble...mumble... You've got your own bloody pigeonhole here... *hands over one... two... three more envelopes*
Me: *starting to wonder what this looks like* Um. They're only course books for this term. Nothing exciting. Um. *sidles doorwards* Thank you!
Porter: ... Have a nice day Helen.

Am doomed. Porters know my name and probably think I'm running some sort of illegal drug smuggling scheme given that I've had eight packages in the last three days. And will be getting two more in the next day or so when my copies of Wind in the Willows and Sandman arrive.

... It's a little sad that I was telling the truth and they were only course books. I could be doing something excitingly illegal but no, I'm just being prepared weeks in advance. Not sure whether being doomed to be dull is worse than being doomed to be arrested because the porters think I'm a drug smuggler.

Though the former does involve me having to write this Shakespeare essay sometime this year. So maybe I'm leaning a little toward the latter.

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. -_-

Oh man. My internet has been working just fine since I got here but I'd forgotten how insane the first few days are. I got up at 9am today and I literally didn't stop until half five when I locked myself in my room with a cup of coffee to watch Neighbours. After which I was off again, making dinner for the new freshers with S and going to the shop with A who'd just arrived from Cyprus and who's coming to my room to 'catch up' in a minute and really, all I want is two seconds alone to sit down and sort the disaster area that is my unpacking out. Seriously, mess. You cannot see my bed.

Also, I think I have a noisy fresher in the room below me. S/he's watching football with the volume turned *waaay* up. There will be murder committed if this goes on all year.

I lost my posters from last year. :-( I put them in such a safe place, I can't find them. So last night was somewhat depressing in an empty white room and after I woke up in the middle of last night with a blank white wall in front of me - which I've *never* had before, I've always had insane colours or pictures or posters - and had a brief "AAAHHHWHERETHEHELLAMI?" moment, I spent a fortune on posters today. I still have huge gaps to fill but it's starting to feel more like home again.

But right now, I really just want to spend the rest of the night unpacking and 'decorating' and just generally not talking since that's all I've done for the last forty eight hours. I'm clinging to my sanity but only just.

But my recorded tennis DVDs work in my DVD player. This makes me very happy since I can watch Roger almost hit himself on the head with his trophy from the Thailand match yesterday over and over. He's so adorable when he's being a dork. And Murray did so well, I'm so proud of him.

Okay. Going away to cling to my sanity some more. Just wanted to let everyone know I'm alive, though not very coherent through tiredness after climbing up and down six flights of stairs at least fifteen times today.

Clo

Went to sleep earl[ier] last night 'cause I'd spent five minutes staring blankly at the screen, totally unable to spell 'blindly'. Though it did mean that to test my seven-hour-sleep theory, that I needed to get up at nine. Dad found me making tea in the kitchen at half nine and asked if I'd been to bed yet. -_-They know me too well.

Pride and Prejudice ( Do I need to cut for Jane Austen spoilers? Hhhmm. )

It made me sad that I'm doing Dickens instead of Austen this year. They're doing Pride and Prejudice on the Film and Literature course but I'm not allowed to do it, because I'm combined with Creative Writing. Grate woe. Especially since I've done media before, so I could pass it much easier than Victorian lit. Or I could've done Northanger Abby and Sense and Sensiblity on the Eighteenth century lit course... only it's not running this year. Figures. Looks like I'm stuck sneaking into wolves8 and L's Film lit lectures.

Maybe I'm university-orientated this morning because I just got that most friendly of letters from them, demanding money. As usual. Not entirely sure why I - read 'the 'rents' - are paying for me to sit around and read books all year, since I can do it as well at home and the lectures last year? You could pretty much sleep through and learn it later, because half of them seemed to be repeating stuff I found on the 'net. Hm. Suddenly I'm wondering why no one's set up a university English course where you just do it all at home and pay only for the exams.

Having said that though, this year will be horrendously difficult and I'll be running to my lecturers for help every five minutes. So, maybe I should stop planning to skip my lectures before I've even started the year.

I have insane amounts of stuff to do today, since I have to have my BPC fic finished a day early to send before I go to Cardiff, and the Andy-tied-the-bed fic. And Datta before I go back to Lancaster, which is now almost a different fic with all the new stuff that's turned up in planning this long. Huge fun in creating new and interesting ways for them all to angst. Much, much angst. ;-)

So, off to do stuff that is not playing on Black and White which I rediscovered while sorting the main computer out yesterday. It's far too fun to rain down fire on unsuspecting villagers. :-)

Clo