So.

Enough of the emo rants (for now!)

I’ve just finished my essay that’s due in in a few hours’ time. 2,000 words on applause. I’m tempted to applaud myself, but I really, really can’t be bothered.

I’m exhausted, but it’s my own fault for leaving everything until the last minute again (although to be fair I did spend 5 hours the other day working on a group essay (!!) with Luke. We agreed it was the hardest thing ever to write, we got frustrated over every sentence (if not every word). It was all philosophical-ly – 1,500 words on a two line poem called ‘In A Station of the Metro’ by Ezra Pound (The apparition of these faces in the crowd; / Petals on a wet, black bough.) which wasn’t really long enough considering all the stuff we had to get in it, and Luke did a LOT of the work bless him. 

I have a new housemate! She’s called Alana and she’s doing a PHD in Chemistry, and also doing the odd bit of teaching in her spare time. She’s 25-6, and teaching people my age (!) I don’t know whether to feel young or old lol *confused* She’s just had an operation on her leg, and she’s been in a lot of pain because of it, which sucks because she’s really into sports (she used to be a swimming teacher and was really close to getting into the Commonwealth Games). She looks like a really hard worker, and I think she will make me feel guilty about how little I work, which may well push me into getting better grades (let’s hope…). Also, she’s very multi-talented and can do everything from fix a car engine to successfully grow plants (all mine seem to die in different ways), so either we will end up being the perfect team or I will develop a supreme inferiority complex and emigrate to Inner Mongolia.

Also in the good news list is one of my friends getting a car for Christmas, so he will be able to drive me places (that’s assuming we both don’t get lost), and we will no longer go, ‘Hey! I fancy some KFC!’ at 10pm and have to walk half an town into town.

AND I’m learning how to cook. *shockgasphorrorfallover* I made cookies yesterday (in fact I’m making cookies rather a lot recently), and I think I can do pasta, and I’m getting over my fear of cookers/flames/fire, which is actually pretty amazing because those things have scared the crap out of me for most of my life.

I have my first exam of the academic year next week (Medieval Studies). I’m about as likely to pass it as I am to magically be transformed into Donald Duck with a mohawk and false teeth (give me a break, I’m tired. My brain refuses to work. That’s the best I could do). If you would like to see an example of Middle English (disturbingly, it’s easier than last year’s Old English) then try this for size:

Ant hncche beoð þeos hinen? Summe beoð wiðvten ant summe wiðinnen. Þeo wiþvten beoð þe monnes fif wittes — sihðe ant herunge, smechunge ant smeallunge, ant euch limes felunge. Þeos beoð hinen vnder Wit, as under huse-lauerd, ant hwer se he is 3emeles, nis hare nan þe ne feareð ofte untoheliche ant gulteð ilome, oðer i fol semblant oder in vuel dede.

Now times that by a lot more, add exam questions and you can see that equals complete disaster. People seem to think that Old or Middle English = Shakespeare. If only, my friends. If only.

I also have two exams the week after that, which hopefully won’t be so bad (essays and multiple choice rather than specific analysis, and actually in Late Modern English aka the English we use now). 

So, I’m off to catch a few hours’ sleep before I get up to go over my drama essay again, print it* and submit it.

*My dad used half my printer cable to plug into the back of the TV and DIDN’T TELL ME ABOUT IT UNTIL TODAY. I’ve spent the last few days LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR IT!! Gah.