botherd: (skins: meg is too cute for words)
Oh man, I can't believe the Prescotts on BBLB still hasn't surfaced online yet! I mean, I found a torrent, but it was taking a million years and I was getting annoyed so I deleted it. (I couldn't watch because I was on a train home at the time. I actually got back in time for one of the repeats but my dad was in the room at the time and I didn't want to be like "AKJDFH I HAVE TO WATCH THESE RIDICULOUS GIRLS ON AN EVEN MORE RIDICULOUS BIG BROTHER PROGRAMME; MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT", even though THAT WAS WHAT I WAS THINKING, so I missed it.)

The train journey home was actually really annoying. You know how there's an unspoken rule that on public transport, you don't sit next to someone else unless there are no other seats available? Yeah, the guy who decided to sit next to me despite the OCEANS OF ROOM ALL AROUND US apparently didn't get the memo. And then he got all up in my personal space (I had to uncomfortably wedge my arm just so there was something between his elbow and my chest, FUN TIMES) and fell asleep so he was completely oblivious, ugggh.

I distracted myself by listening to 'Separated By Motorways' by The Long Blondes on repeat; I have a Katie/Effy AU ~inspired by the song that's been brewing for a few days, but I'll probably never write it. Whatevs, it's awesome in my head.

... I think there was more I was going to say but I'm really sleepy and have to get up early tomorrow for Mum's graduation, so I guess that's it for now? (I actually can't remember the last time I went to bed before midnight. It's so bizarre!)
botherd: (*facepalm*)
I was on the road leading up to campus earlier today when some dude asked me the name of the road, and I didn't know. (I guessed Pennsylvania Road. WRONG!)

And then I got lost on campus, trying to find a building that I've been to before. IDEK, guys. You wouldn't believe I was eleven days away from finishing my degree, would you?
botherd: (death by computer)
You know what would be more fun than trying to complete my dissertation? SHOOTING MYSELF IN THE FACE. Uggghh, I'm basically expecting these next two weeks to be the WORST OF MY LIFE. (My dissertation is actually due in nine days, but then the lovely people at the English department decided to schedule our last 3000-word essay so it's due in four days later. DELIGHTFUL.)

...at least I got the first draft of my [livejournal.com profile] thelittlebang fic in? Way to go, self, you'll be so impressed with your prioritising come results day. I'm always so aware of when I'm failing at life, and yet I CONTINUE TO DO SO.
botherd: (skins: incest and illegal)
- Ugh, I got 69 on my latest essay. Which, okay, is not a bad mark - especially considering that I wrote it on the day it was due, which also happened to be the day after 'Katie & Emily' aired, so I was spazzing out about that - but I feel like I might as well write a First off at this point. It's so tempting to just coast along to a 2.1, but then if I got one I'd only end up hating myself for not working harder.

- Speaking of working hard, and how I'm not doing it: my dissertation is due in three weeks and I'm entering full-blown panic mode about it, because I haven't done enough, and what I have done sucks, and ugh ugh ugh. It would help if my supervisor actually made even a basic effort to contact me, because if I had meetings and deadlines it would force me to produce SOMETHING, but he hasn't. Like, AT ALL. (Which means I should be proactive about it, but I hardly even have anything to show him.)

- Something semi-positive: my [livejournal.com profile] thelittlebang fic is mostly typed up (five pages to go! *collapses*) but I'm dragging my feet on the last bit because I really, really don't want to have to re-read that absolutely godawful sex scene I wrote. :/ And it still needs a fuckload of work before I can even stomach sending it off to my betas, but at this stage my dissertation has to come first. :/ HOW AM I MEANT TO CONCENTRATE ON MY OWN TEDIOUS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS WHEN I JUST WANT TO WRITE FIC?

- LOL of the day, because, you know, I need one: in the toilets of the university library there's now a poster that... teaches you how to wash your hands. Because most people reach university age without learning that? It is, apparently, an EIGHT-STEP PROCESS. There are DIAGRAMS TO HELP YOU OUT. IDEK.

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