Saturday, May 26, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
How very appropriate.
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I don't do this at all.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
So we've got to fill in info for our profile page in the yearbook (which I'm not a fan of, but I'll do it anyway). It's really hard to write one for yourself, so I open it up to you good people! I do maintain the right of veto though. If you'd like to help, I need answers to the following questions:
* Most likely to be in ten years time
* What I did? (No, I have no idea what they mean either)
* Will be remembered for
* Most embarrassing moment (since I don't easily get embarrassed, help me think of a good story)
I've been reading the BBC News website, as I often do, and I came across this story. It makes me sick.
My French translation exam went well. It was invigilated by one of my Russian friends, oddly enough! Next one is tomorrow morning, French language. That shouldn't be a problem either, since we've been trained how to do it all year. The only problem I might have is boredom, since it'll be the same kind of exercises as we've done over and over and over... as you might be able to tell, I'm not impressed with that module. And what kind of time is 9.30 on a Saturday morning for an exam? Bastards. Especially when Hounds is free again tonight... wonder if the crazy people will be in again. It'd almost be worth going just to find out.
Stepmum's not doing very well. That's all I have to say about that.
Off to see if I can learn the past historic tense... haven't ever used it, so who knows!
* Most likely to be in ten years time
* What I did? (No, I have no idea what they mean either)
* Will be remembered for
* Most embarrassing moment (since I don't easily get embarrassed, help me think of a good story)
I've been reading the BBC News website, as I often do, and I came across this story. It makes me sick.
My French translation exam went well. It was invigilated by one of my Russian friends, oddly enough! Next one is tomorrow morning, French language. That shouldn't be a problem either, since we've been trained how to do it all year. The only problem I might have is boredom, since it'll be the same kind of exercises as we've done over and over and over... as you might be able to tell, I'm not impressed with that module. And what kind of time is 9.30 on a Saturday morning for an exam? Bastards. Especially when Hounds is free again tonight... wonder if the crazy people will be in again. It'd almost be worth going just to find out.
Stepmum's not doing very well. That's all I have to say about that.
Off to see if I can learn the past historic tense... haven't ever used it, so who knows!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Orals are finished!
Orals are done! This makes me a happy girl. I actually enjoyed my French one, in a strange sort of way. I was talking about human trafficking, which some of you will know that I'm rather passionate about (the extermination of, not the act itself). This lead on to why people are trafficked, and all the usual questions - the examiners seemed actually interested, which is good. Then came the rather surprising question, "So why do you think men visit prostitutes?" I didn't really have an answer for that! Talking to my friend later, she told me that I should have said "Have you seen their wives?" Alas, I am not so witty.
Last night was the customary post-oral Hounds (club night at the Union, officially called 'Planet of Sound'). It was free! Which was probably a good job, considering that when we walked in we doubled the number of people there. It did fill up later, although mostly with fourth-years. There's something wrong with this picture - why are the finalists getting drunk and the freshers staying in? I clearly am not the right kind of person for this academia thing.
Anyway, Hounds was fun as ever, especially when I got talking to a couple of guys. One of them, a 28 year old with bleached hair, Matrix-style coat and 'anarchy' tattoos (I don't think he realised that it was, in fact, a hexagram and not an anarchy symbol) told me that I should dye my hair, become a witch and "express my personality so that people can't ignore it". Given that my hair is currently purple and he was proclaiming his 'difference' and 'individuality' to everyone near him, I laughed. Hard. Something about the irony of being told that if I was a more individual person by the guy who looked like every other goth anarchist wannabe I've ever seen made me feel this was the appropriate response.
It was made better later when his friend decided I was a lesbian. He could "tell by the way I was standing", and the fact that I'm in a relationship that's been going for almost four years was "just me lying to myself".
is the best way for me to deal with that.
And this is why I think drunk people are funny.
In other news, my stepmum has contracted another infection, so she's back on antibiotics. She should be ok, it's just a setback that isn't really wanted.
My exams finish in 17 days. This is a Good Thing, for then I shall go climbing in Wales!
Last night was the customary post-oral Hounds (club night at the Union, officially called 'Planet of Sound'). It was free! Which was probably a good job, considering that when we walked in we doubled the number of people there. It did fill up later, although mostly with fourth-years. There's something wrong with this picture - why are the finalists getting drunk and the freshers staying in? I clearly am not the right kind of person for this academia thing.
Anyway, Hounds was fun as ever, especially when I got talking to a couple of guys. One of them, a 28 year old with bleached hair, Matrix-style coat and 'anarchy' tattoos (I don't think he realised that it was, in fact, a hexagram and not an anarchy symbol) told me that I should dye my hair, become a witch and "express my personality so that people can't ignore it". Given that my hair is currently purple and he was proclaiming his 'difference' and 'individuality' to everyone near him, I laughed. Hard. Something about the irony of being told that if I was a more individual person by the guy who looked like every other goth anarchist wannabe I've ever seen made me feel this was the appropriate response.
It was made better later when his friend decided I was a lesbian. He could "tell by the way I was standing", and the fact that I'm in a relationship that's been going for almost four years was "just me lying to myself".
is the best way for me to deal with that.And this is why I think drunk people are funny.
In other news, my stepmum has contracted another infection, so she's back on antibiotics. She should be ok, it's just a setback that isn't really wanted.
My exams finish in 17 days. This is a Good Thing, for then I shall go climbing in Wales!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Golden Compass/Northern Lights
I'm very excited about this film!
But is it really me? Scroll over the image to get a mini-questionnaire about me and see whether my daemon is a match.
http://www.goldencompassmovie.com
But is it really me? Scroll over the image to get a mini-questionnaire about me and see whether my daemon is a match.
http://www.goldencompassmovie.com
Monday, May 07, 2007
Sunday, 6th May
I had my Russian speaking exam yesterday. I think it went ok, but mostly I'm just really glad it's over.
As a reward I spent the rest of the afternoon in the Student's Union drinking Pimms on the balcony overlooking the river. That was a convoluted sentence. It was good, sitting in the sun and relaxing for an afternoon. Then later a bunch of us went out for dinner, and then I was extraordinarily tired so I went to bed while the rest went out for more drinks. Must be getting old.
Today I need to stop idly wandering the interweb and get on with essays and things, but that sounds like it requires intellectual effort and that's just not good. I have a 2500 word essay on translation theory, and the rest of the lesbian sex essay to get done for Friday, as well as a presentation in French on human trafficking for the other oral exam which is also on Friday. I'd like to be organised one day, I hear it's really useful!
But, only 23 days to go and my degree is done.
As a reward I spent the rest of the afternoon in the Student's Union drinking Pimms on the balcony overlooking the river. That was a convoluted sentence. It was good, sitting in the sun and relaxing for an afternoon. Then later a bunch of us went out for dinner, and then I was extraordinarily tired so I went to bed while the rest went out for more drinks. Must be getting old.
Today I need to stop idly wandering the interweb and get on with essays and things, but that sounds like it requires intellectual effort and that's just not good. I have a 2500 word essay on translation theory, and the rest of the lesbian sex essay to get done for Friday, as well as a presentation in French on human trafficking for the other oral exam which is also on Friday. I'd like to be organised one day, I hear it's really useful!
But, only 23 days to go and my degree is done.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
I'm really bad at this!
Well, it's been a long while since my last post. Oops. I have no idea what I've done since then, so lets just start again from now.
Right now is exam time. This frightens me somewhat, given that it's my final year and actually counts for something. Bah. As a result, all of us finalists are locked in our rooms going slowly (or rapidly) crazy. My first exam is the Russian speaking, which I'm quite convinced that I'm going to do badly in - 20 minutes of talking is hard enough anyway, and my Russian really isn't up to scratch with that.
So I'm stressed, and that makes me depressed, and that means that the doctor has put up my medication again, and that means I sleep a lot. I mean it. This in turn doesn't help with actually getting any work done, and so it's all one big merry circle. Whee!
Anyway, 25 days and it's all over. Yay!
For those that don't know, my step-mum is in the hospital. She's doing much better though, so that's all I'm going to say about it at the moment.
Here's a silly YouTube video, just because someone pointed it out to me. Thing is, I don't know the original words, so now I can't hear it without singing these words... Heh.
Right now is exam time. This frightens me somewhat, given that it's my final year and actually counts for something. Bah. As a result, all of us finalists are locked in our rooms going slowly (or rapidly) crazy. My first exam is the Russian speaking, which I'm quite convinced that I'm going to do badly in - 20 minutes of talking is hard enough anyway, and my Russian really isn't up to scratch with that.
So I'm stressed, and that makes me depressed, and that means that the doctor has put up my medication again, and that means I sleep a lot. I mean it. This in turn doesn't help with actually getting any work done, and so it's all one big merry circle. Whee!
Anyway, 25 days and it's all over. Yay!
For those that don't know, my step-mum is in the hospital. She's doing much better though, so that's all I'm going to say about it at the moment.
Here's a silly YouTube video, just because someone pointed it out to me. Thing is, I don't know the original words, so now I can't hear it without singing these words... Heh.
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