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Woah boy, have the last few days been crazy. As in, I-may-just-go-off-my-rocker crazy, so not the good sort. Between trying to get three essays typed up in the space of 24 hours (which involved one being written six hours before the deadline, cobbling together an entire essay at the last minute and trying to read 200 pages in an hour). I know I've stated before that I might as well join a community of bats and hang from the ceiling, as I seem to be made for nocturnal procrastination, but the last few days have been RIDICULOUS. Like right now - why the hell am I still awake after sleeping only four hours in the past 48? I should be sprawled across my bed, away in dreamland by now, not bullshitting a journal entry on here. The only logical answer is sleep deprivation has made me lose my marbles. Or perhaps hunger, as I haven't had breakfast and only had a solitary peanut butter sandwich to fuel all the academic yesterday. Hunger and sleep deprivation have to equal some pretty nutty things when combined.

What started off this little joy-ride into nocturnal living was the bloody general election. I blame David Dimbleby, who I have a bit of a perverse crush on, who hosted the entire affair - he was on there so long a facebook group called 'Petition to let David Dimbleby sleep' was floating round the internets. But I was there with him, waiting for that fatal moment when Hertfordshire South West would be announced, listening to all his snarky conversations with the politicians, wondering why the hell I felt the compulsion to stay up all night when I didn't need to. I'd like to think I was getting in the mood for Essay Weekend of Doom and Madness, which has now thankfully passed but will probably be repeated next weekend when my last two essays have to be in. But two essays has to be better than the sanity-breaking three I had in today. In truth, I never want to lay my eyes on those pieces of shite again. I feel embarrassed for the person who will have to shovel their way through all the bullshit. Though, knowing academic types, they'll probably focus on a comma splice or how you've put a comma in the wrong place within a citation. Yes, I spent at least half an hour last night making sure those bloody citations were correct - essay markers can get rather uppity about them, after all.

Christ, only a week to go and then I'm free. Then I'm going to utterly melt my brain by starting up an anime marathon and enjoying inane shoujo romances. I'm already preparing to buy Macross Frontier and Junjou Romantica (oh my lulz, I'll own a YAOI ANIME - HAVE I NO SHAME?!?!) off ebay, and this summer will probably be one big geek fest, like the last. Thankfully, mama is already resigned to the fact that I probably won't get a job over the holidays, so that'll make lazing around much easier. Plus, there will be the ultimate unleashing of the inner geek at the MCM Expo this month. I seriously want some cheesy anime merchandise, like a fluffy Mokona toy or something. Something absolutely ridiculous to add to my already staggering number of utterly superfluous knick-knacks in my bedroom.

Also had the Aberdare photo taken the other day for the hall's 125th anniversary - thought I had to get my mug onto it to seem social, so I braved the cold spot and did the dorky handwaving thing with the rest of the girls and so hope they get a nice picture out of it.

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