I haven't been on here much because I have had a lot of work to do.
This included an essay which was only 2000 words long, but took me four days to write, with the aid of a large pile of notes and books, and a presentation on Oliver Twist, which was 5000 words long, and took me four hours to write - the night before - without really looking at any of the pile of notes and books. The essay was shit - I didn't really answer the question in the slightest - and the presentation was brilliant - I got a professor of English to agree that Oliver really shouldn't have even been written (bonus!). Thus summarises my learning style, and its outcomes.
Well, other than having a lot to read, I don't have anymore work due in until January, so I'm not going to worry about that until December. Time to loaf (more than usual).
Anything else...there isn't much...
Oh! I'm currently not sleeping. Well, I am sleeping, but I'm not getting to sleep until 4am - 5am ish, and living here, generally a fair few doors start banging around 9am, so...that screws that. I intend to have a kip this afternoon before work tonight. That seems to be all I say to myself lately.
I think I'm going to go home on Saturday, just for the one night. If I don't I doubt I'll get home again before Christmas, and I do miss Hans so much. I'm also getting demands to come home from B, who has decided she is in love with her ex girlfriend (no - not this one) and her ex girlfriend has decided to tell her she still loves her (again, not this one), but ex girlfriend lives in Edinburgh, and B lives down here, and is joining the army in less than 6 months. Obviously, the task befalls to the bitter and cynical spinster best friend to explain all the reasons they broke up in the first place and how it's a really bad idea to waste any time thinking about this (all the while trying to absorb her own advice). I never liked her ex anyway *hoity-toity sniff*.
Fish deaths, now, and of of the seven guppies I have owned, only one remains - Harry. Lulu died last night, from unexplained causes, having gone from perfectly well to sitting on the bottom and going all minging and deadlike in about 12 hours. This makes no sense. The neons are absolutely fine, and they're some of the most delicate and sensitive little fish you can have, whereas guppies are pretty tough. The shrimp are also pretty sensitive and they're fine, doing fun things like shedding their skins and scaring the crap out of me, and battling each other like the crabs on the pipe in Finding Nemo. So, Lulu went in the bin this morning, and Harry now looks a bit lost on his own. They like company from their own species so I suppose it's off the the pet shop with me next week. Quite fancy an orange one.
I probably shouldn't be spending any money on fish, seeing as I am so spectacularly broke, and don't really see this situation improving, given the demand for me to part with £500 by next week in order to pay at least some of my rent. LAME. Ah well, who needs food anyway? Not me, plenty of reserves.
In other pet news at home, hamster Lucy apparently got into the foundations of the new conservatory that's being built, and my mum spent four solid hours sobbing like it was me or my sister stuck under the lawn. She told my dad to "tear down the walls" else he was "condemning her to death!", to which he replied along the lines of "I'll put you under there instead if you don't shut up bawling", whacked on the walls with a spanner until Lucy burst out one end, got back into the kitchen, and promptly crawled under the fridge. This is normal, though, so they left her to it. I should probably be more annoyed with my parents than I am for letting my beloved pet get into a breezeblock labyrinth, but...maybe I love Hans a bit more. Shh.
I think I'm going to put a film on and do some cross stitching. Then sleep. Then go get something to eat before work. May also buy a bottle of wine to drink when I get in later - I hadn't had any (at home) for weeks, and the bottle I attempted last night was flawed from the start. The cork didn't just spilt - it shattered into a billion pieces, apart from about half an inch of it, which remind firmly in the bottle, just out of reach of the corkscrew, but just touchable with the kitchen scissors. Unfortunately, plans to simply skewer and remove the cork failed, and it fell into the bottle with a plop. Nevertheless, I poured and hoped for the best. The best was a lot of cork floating in my wine. I think it's a sign of how much I wanted, nay needed it that I nearly went to ask a student if they owned a fine sieve.
I predict a yawn-a-thon tonight. I'm working with a boy who hates me. I hate him too. It's a little bit of joy in my life, the Sunday shift.
*excited*
