Numero Uno

May. 17th, 2010 11:10 am
dark_litany: (Captain Dork)
Well, that is that as they say - the deadline has been met, the work handed in and I am all essay-ed out. Leave the next bout of bullshitting to next year, as my bullshitting muscles now need a long rest for the working they got last night (this morning? Both?), say four or so months until third year trundles round (third year - now there's a terrifying thought).

I was such a loser, too, this morning - very first individual to squeeze their way past the library turnstiles when it opened at 8:30 (more like 8:40, the bastards), so I could print off some crap for my Pre-Raphaelite essay and was also the very first English-er to hand her essays in. Yeah, that's how eager I was to get rid of them: basically fired my way down to the Humanities building, raced up to the Lit department to find the room with the lights off and no one home for some essay collecting but luckily one of the secretary ladies told me they'd be round soon enough, so I went and waited in there like a boffin. So, that's right, I was the first student in the pile for the May 17th deadline. I should be proud of my geekery.

Instead, I would really like to sleep. But I promised Hayley a trip for ice cream/cake (now I'm thinking Caffe Nero and CAFFEINE) and my word is my honour, yadda yadda yadda, so I'm trying to brainwash myself into THINKING I don't need to sleep. You are a machine, Sinead, a machine, do you hear me?!

Perk up, dammit!
dark_litany: (Castiel Fuckery)
Urgh, spent another seven hours in the library today - would have gone the full drag but I was working on no sleep (because I am crazy and try to forget that I am human and that humans need to sleep), the library was bloody freezing (because they seem to have this all-year-round air con policy going on, even when it's COLD OUTSIDE!!) and I was studying Modernism (which is reason enough to run for the hills, the pretentious wankers). Still, I did get a lot of work done and I managed to tromp down to town to get some juice (urgh, with all my fat library books dragged along for the ride), so at least the day was productive.

Though, as soon as I got back, I jumped very quickly into bed, totally missed dinner (Hayley's working anyhow and sleep seemed to top stomach in my logic) - had to wake up to wash my hair, which was horrible, but I don't plan on being awake for much longer. Should really get my Myth and Modernism reading out of the way but Modernist texts are pretty much literature you should read while not half-zombified from sleep deprivation. They're confusing enough with a healthy dose of rest and full-awareness on your side.

But, wa-hey, only a week and a half and I'm freed for four months of procrastination and laziness!
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.

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