Que calor hace, dios mio! Translation: OMG, it's so extremely warm outside I can't believe it! It's so sunny outside, actually it's to sunny since my desk faces the window and now I can't get away from it, but the window is open. I actually opened the window for the first time here ever and suddenly there are all these people in the parks sitting all over the grass and I can't even wear my long, leather jacket today because it's stifling. Wow.

In less incoherent news, I finally handed in the last three essays ever! No more essays! except for the dissertation But no more essays! *does happy dance of the mentally drained* Every part of my body hurts. My hips, my knees, my shins, my ankles. I can barely sit in this chair anymore. Essay writing is not healthy.
Why, despite a week of reading up on Mexican politics, do I feel as if I know nothing? I have random ideas shooting off in my head, but the details have faded away, dates and elections all confused and I don't know which way's up. I miss writing about the Mexican Revolution. I can't believe I just wrote that. But it's easier than this! *grumble* stupid politics and it's tiny details and it's numbers*grumble* And why did does the professor have to specialize on Mexico? The man probably knows every last little corner about the subject I'm doing! Ah!

This is going to suck. Screw it. I just want to pass. That's it. Never mind that I just spent an hour writing one hundred words. *head desk* I could have written 1,000 words of fic in that time.

I actually keep looking at the clock, asking myself if I can go to bed now just to avoid this thing. No, honey, you cannot go to bed at 8:15. I haven't even been up 12 hours yet!
guanin: (milo grunny2)
( Mar. 11th, 2009 11:54 pm)
It has come to my attention that I could write the intro for this essay today, which is great (except for my writs hurting for no apparent reason), but I was looking forward to avoiding it for another day. Oh well. It'll be better in the long run. Now I hope I get some fic writing done. Which I did do yesterday (1,200 words) despite one of the most acute bouts of depression I have yet had. Seriously, I was in total breakdown mode yesterday. Weepy and hating my entire existence. I really think I'm going to head over to one of those free NHS shrinks next week. Or not. I might get lazy. Although I probably will, because even though I feel fine now, that's the post breakdown high. It'll wear off soon.

Speaking of, please ignore yesterday's post. That was me being cranky and lashing out everywhere (one for the depression checklist). Everything bad just tends to accumulate and I'll react strongly over something when I'm really angry about something else. Now I feel all weird and embarrassed, but I'm used to that, too.

On a happier note, Grunny continues to amuse (so much love that guy). This is one of today's Twitter posts:

BTW, on Monday's episode I hit Adrian back. Harder than he hit me. But they cut it out. Bastards. They also cut out Milo's shower scene.

Now how am I supposed to get any work done with that image in my brain tempting me so delightfully to write smut? This is like those making out jokes in the commentary.
guanin: (kensei sprawled on the ground)
( Feb. 19th, 2009 08:38 pm)
My brain is turning into mush. *chants* Only two more essays left. Only two more essays left.

FYI, the Mexican Revolution is insane! At least studying it is. There are a dozen different guys spread out all over the place with their little support groups killing each other. Okay, not all of them were killing each other, but I think there's only one leader who escaped assassination. Why do I put myself in these situations? It is fascinating stuff, though, but perhaps when one has a bit more time and no deadline hanging over one's head. There is a reason why it's called a deadline.

In other news, I'm going to a Bolivian carnival on Saturday. I don't care how much I've read or haven't read. I'm going out with a woman from my class, essays be damned.

The newly refurbished lift broke down yesterday. Not surprising, since both the lifts have been intermittently out of service for no reason I can explain, since they've been working on them since last term. How long does it take to fix these things? But supposedly last night's gaffe was due to too many people cramming themselves into it, for there was a note. I just laughed. The brand new lift can't handle eight people. Granted, it is a small lift, but come on. The lifts at my first uni in Chicago were ancient, creaky, and kept shaking as if at any moment the wires holding it would break and we'd all plummet to our deaths. The sign under the buttons requested that no more than ten people ride it at once. During the peak of classes, there were no less than fifteen of us crammed in there until there was barely air to breathe. Not once in the whole year did I did one of them not working.
guanin: (forest)
( Feb. 2nd, 2009 12:54 am)
This is the coldest day ever since I've been in London. Every limb is frozen. My thighs feel like ice cubes. My fingers are ice. The water bottle I had in my bag is as cold as if I'd taken it straight out of the fridge. It snowed three times! I haven’t seen it snow once since I've been here and now three times in a row! Very light snow, so not troublesome, but oh my god it's freezing. I'm not built for this kind of weather. My tongue froze! Not literally, but I was actually having problems talking.

I officially finished the essay this morning, although it was only the conclusion, which I hashed out in ten minutes. Wow. That's the first and only time I've ever finished an essay early. Huh. I'm all amazed at myself.

I think I'm becoming a bit of a TV addict again- Technically, I'm watching stuff on the computer, but they're TV shows and I feel this urge to watch at least one before doing anything else. Bugger.


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