dark_litany: (Cloud Holding)
Sort of because, well, I'll be here for third year, so it's more like a four month convalescence and then returning to the same old scene (catered, Simmy'll be around, will probably be put in Old Hall again). The only major difference will be Hayley won't be around, so I'll be forced to be sociable and make the evil small-talk with people.

But, yes, it'll be a parting for about four months and it's probably a relief to have a bit of a break from uni accommodation. I love uni residences, don't get me wrong, but when you share a kitchen/bathroom with a dozen other girls, the hygiene can often leave a lot to be desired. So, yah, the cleanliness of home will be loved and coveted by me. The evil bugs that keep appearing will definitely not be missed. What I will miss is the 24/7 internet access, as mama is a puritan and makes me turn it off at midnight. No more trawling the nets at five in the morning *sad face* Which means fanfiction consumption will probably go up about 300% because I'm a loser like that.

I DID NOT have a good last night in my Aberdare bed, though - kept waking up every hour or so, after having freaky dreams, to the sound of the girl above me doing the tapdance on the ceiling and speaking loudly to her boyfriend (thank god there weren't any sexytimes going on up there). My dream seemed to involve me (or the persona I was focused on) being interested in a guy with a girlfriend (who seemed like a moody, emo type straight out of a shoujo manga) who was secretly, sulkily interested in return; I seemed to be blinded temporarily at one point, slept chastely with some bloke who fancied me; then went to a party, got heavily drunk and hung about in a towel, before some girls decided to give me a makeover (which somehow involved dressing me up as Sheryl Nome from Macross Frontier) and I started talking to Johnny Nash from secondary school, of all people. Afterwards, I was forced up on stage to mime alone to a Sheryl song, when I collapsed from intoxication and emo-hero-from-a-shoujo-manga decided to try and kiss me.

I think I can pick from that idiocy a lot of crap my brain's been preoccupied with over the past week and sort of mishmashed together.
dark_litany: (Bang - Dean Shoots You Down)
Fuck. Just... fuck.

Grey's Anatomy can be lame and kind of boring for an entire season and then they bring out THAT. It was epic. Monstrously epic. Just went ahead and smacked me right in the face - the drama! The angst! The suspense! I think I almost had a heart attack about six times.

God, Grey's, I love you. I'm sorry for being so unfaithful for so long. You are officially back on the awesome spectrum.

(And that icon is so appropriate. Except shooter was crazy grieving guy instead of Dean.)

Also - discovered another creepy, cockroach-relative, bug-thing in the bathroom. Again the thing met its demise via period bin squashing. There must be a nest around somewhere - Hayley was saying at dinner that these things go around in swarms, after all, which greatly disturbs me. Makes me very happy to be going home for summer break on Saturday, where I will profit from mama's OCD cleanliness and shiny, shiny bathroom.
dark_litany: (Castiel Fuckery)
This week has been seriously useless. And I don't even know why I care that it's been useless - I mean, it's the first official week of my academic convalescence so I'm not SUPPOSED to do anything. What I'm supposed to do is sleep a lot, lay around a lot, nap a lot and watch a hell of a lot of anime. Number one on that list? Not so much - I slept for four hours last night and then woke up of MY OWN FREE WILL because I couldn't fall back asleep. I think it's because my brain knew I needed to get into town and wake up early enough to catch the housekeepers and ask for my kettle-base (oh the interesting goings-on when you're about to move out of uni residences). Plus, it's fire alarm testing day, which usually has me sprawled under the covers in bed, nearly wetting myself every five minutes from the noise and generally trying to sleep through a racket that sounds like it could bring the ceiling down.

In regards to watching lots of anime? Well, I've accomplished that, sort of. I'm up to episode 22 of Gundam Seed Destiny (and already jostling to buy the box set off amazon) and episode 3 of Phantom: Requiem for the Phantom (which has one of the most gorgeous opening tracks - 'Karma' by KOKIA) and episode 4 of Gurren Lagann (a complete boys' anime). I best get a move on though - on myanimelist.net I have 60 series in my 'Plan to Watch' section and I intend to watch all of them over the holidays. Thankfully 18 of those series are films so that should get things moving.

Still, I feel weirdly bored and restless, like I should be doing something. I keep having these sort of phantom stress patches, where I start obsessing over whether I need to get any work done, before remembering that that's all over and done with for the year. It's probably the comparison in work load - there I was last week, practically living in the short loan section of the library, stressing over my procrastinating and need to read things, and now I have absolutely nothing on my plate. The most important thing on my mind at the moment is going into town to buy a sandwich or something, which is a bit laughable.

I'm pretty restless to pack, too - I just want to get it done RIGHT NOW but I don't fancy sitting in an empty room with only a load of boxes to keep me company. I have two days to go still, after all, and a cleared-out room will only make me depressed.

Urgh, and I found a COCKROACH in the bathroom last night. Well, it was definitely something akin to the cockroach family if not a cockroach. It was flipped over on its back, wrigging round, so I grabbed the closest thing to hand (which happened to be the period towel bin, urgh) and squashed the bastard. It was completely disgusting - popped like a zit when I crushed it hard enough.
dark_litany: (Hell BRB)
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.
dark_litany: (Spock Chokes a Bitch)
Why the hell is someone playing the piano at two in the morning? As in, the grand piano in the breakfast room downstairs. They do realise EVERYONE in the hall can hear when someone plays that bloody thing (which is why I despise people who practice on it after breakfast, when I'm trying to catch a lie-in)? That they are not in fact playing in a soundproof room, so they can sneak in some practice time during the night?

Not that I'm trying to sleep or anything - it's just the tune they're playing is pretty crap and not at all melodious, so if they're going to piss us all off they could at least do it with a decent song.
dark_litany: (Bang - Dean Shoots You Down)
I'm taking a break from Shakespeare to blag on here instead. I swear, do textbook publishers have to choose the smallest font in existence when they print these books? The Norton Shakespeare has been giving me migraines for the past few hours. I've only just got to Act II of King Lear because of the evil print and I'm still hoping to reach the goal of starting Macbeth by the time I go to sleep. Damn Shakespeare and his need to cram symbolism into EVERY DAMN WORD. Makes writing notes pretty hardcore, especially when it comes to euphemisms for genitalia. He seems to be obsessed with penises and vaginas, the saucy playwright. And, last night, taking a break from Lear seemed to involve watching Pretty Woman on youtube. I don't even like Pretty Woman (everything seems cringeworthy and awkward between them) and I ended up sitting through most of it - I blame a Star Trek fanfic based on it, it was too well-written, damn it.

Ahaha, I just got a text from the Welsh Blood Service, thanking me for giving blood. It ends with the sentence 'you are extraordinary'. Why thank you.

Hayley and I got cornered by some socialist students after dinner yesterday. We were planning on popping over to Bute Park for an amble but ended up getting into a two hour conversation with these two girls wielding anti-tuition fee rise pamphlets. It was fun, though, delving into politics, and having a really satisfying and intellectual conversation about the General Election. Kate was laughing about how she outwitted Nick Clegg when he came to talk at the Union the other day, which would have been a laugh to witness. We were invited over to this polital gathering in the Aberconway block but I had to get back to Shakespeare and my bloody small-fonted-Norton.

Crazy conversations at dinner, too, with Simmy and some of the girls. We somehow ended up creating our own society on a floating island, should the BNP ever get in. The plan is: flee, set up a New Britain called Simmyopia (as Simmy would be our great overlord[lady?] and would hold the motto 'what I say is law', yet somehow be a cuddly dictator with soft authoritarian policies), and I'll be the entire Shadow Cabinet just so I can get a kick out of opposition (me and Simmy didn't reach a consensus over who would truly be controlling who) and the 'Where is the rum gone' rap will be our national anthem. The conversation got completely out of hand and so was completely hilarious and then somehow evolved into talking about Doctor Who and laughing about the Daleks. They did look weirdly like a girl group/power rangers fusion in the latest episode, though.
dark_litany: (Captain Dork)
Someone seems to have gone mad with post-it notes down my corridor - I went out to brush my teeth and only noticed a bright blue one blutacked to my door when I was opening it. Some of them seem to have little factoids on them, like how much a certain chocolate bar costs and information about some pertinent law, but mine just says, 'You are perfect just the way you are', with a smiley face just for good measure. It seems completely random but kind of cute as a gesture.

And, also, I didn't die from sheer tiredness in my lectures today - talking to Ieva before the Gothic Novel lecture got into full swing seemed to animate me; and then Louisa furtively trying to eat a packet of Steak & Onion crisps at the back of Pre-Raphaelite art made me laugh so much I didn't really think about sleep deprivation. Plus, she dragged me out shopping with her in town, we happily walked back to hers in the sunshine, sporting gigantic Thorntons ice creams (a scoop of Honeycomb Crunch and Tempting Toffee for me, mmmm), and then acted all girly over picking out outfits for her radio speech and squeeing over Padalecki in Gilmore Girls. So, not generally tired for the rest of the day and didn't even get any work done past dinner, as Hayley coaxed me into her room like a was some sort of small animal, with offers of chocolate. I spent the next two hours cuddling her Bernardo's teddy bear and remarking on French tourists.

Productivity = 0
Procrastination = I think we're beyond actual figures here.


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