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bending_sickleAll songs are, in some way, about sex. Especially folk songs.
The day so far, as experienced by the Sickle:
Grand total of two hours of travel - train and feet - to pay for a textbook and recover a fully signed form I technically ought to have turned in two months ago. (It's the Agreements MSc Research Project form.) Now have to photocopy it (again, travel time to Far, Far Away) and send it to the relevant people.
I've very cold and all scarfed up with the heating on. Have had a headache all day - the "Ow! Someone's jabbing a huge needle into my skull", headache. It didn't help that I can't seem to get my eyes to focus long-distance anymore, what with never really going outside anymore. We got hail again, and some filtered down the chimney into my room. No yay.
Had lunch (last night's supper) and have tea and malteasers a-waitin', but first, because I'm such a wierdo, I'm sipping on some sort of herbal alcohol some previous tennant abandoned. Am greatly disturbed to find I like it. I wasn't kidding when I said I had a little drunkard inside somewhere, just waiting for the oportunity to grow and slobber over everything. I'll need to watch it; not making sensible decisions is a bad, bad thing.
Haven't worked yet. Am instead looking up prices and locations for that Hip Hop class I've been threatening myself for ages. Mom's idea, but then, everything is.
I'm in the Netherlands studying what I am because she thought it'd be a swell idea. Alternate-dimension travelors will only know whetherthings I would have been better if I'd gone straight into a MSc from my BSc to that school in Scotland. (Couldn't, 'cause a) expensive and b) not famous enough to warrant expenses. Mom-logic, let me show you it.) I wouldn't have wasted two years doing fuck all, and I might have been happier in general. At this age, I would've gotten my degree and have been on my first year of a job. I'd be quite comfortable with the idea of staying there for the rest of my life.
I need goals. I need aspirations, hopes and dreams and a little steam in the engine. Instead, I get a veritable faunt of salt-water. When, y'know, I'm not a human marshmellow and just let things drift on by. Nice, but unhelpful.
Summary: I got garbage-juice squirted in the eye whilst closing the bag. I think this is a wonderful illustration of just how much life sucks.
Btw, the reason I do massive lj-cuts on posts like these is that a) it's a bunch of whine, and people shouldn't be forced to read it and b) a friend's cut would be pathetic and useless because it's not like I've got oodles of people reading anyway.
Links of the Day:
Jim Croce - I'll Have to Tell You I Love You In A Song
Old Doctor Who: The Face of Evil (1/3) and Crack: The Deadly Assassin Part 1 and Part 2
* Alan Jackson, "Five O'Clock Somewhere"
The day so far, as experienced by the Sickle:
Grand total of two hours of travel - train and feet - to pay for a textbook and recover a fully signed form I technically ought to have turned in two months ago. (It's the Agreements MSc Research Project form.) Now have to photocopy it (again, travel time to Far, Far Away) and send it to the relevant people.
I've very cold and all scarfed up with the heating on. Have had a headache all day - the "Ow! Someone's jabbing a huge needle into my skull", headache. It didn't help that I can't seem to get my eyes to focus long-distance anymore, what with never really going outside anymore. We got hail again, and some filtered down the chimney into my room. No yay.
Had lunch (last night's supper) and have tea and malteasers a-waitin', but first, because I'm such a wierdo, I'm sipping on some sort of herbal alcohol some previous tennant abandoned. Am greatly disturbed to find I like it. I wasn't kidding when I said I had a little drunkard inside somewhere, just waiting for the oportunity to grow and slobber over everything. I'll need to watch it; not making sensible decisions is a bad, bad thing.
Haven't worked yet. Am instead looking up prices and locations for that Hip Hop class I've been threatening myself for ages. Mom's idea, but then, everything is.
I'm in the Netherlands studying what I am because she thought it'd be a swell idea. Alternate-dimension travelors will only know whether
I need goals. I need aspirations, hopes and dreams and a little steam in the engine. Instead, I get a veritable faunt of salt-water. When, y'know, I'm not a human marshmellow and just let things drift on by. Nice, but unhelpful.
Summary: I got garbage-juice squirted in the eye whilst closing the bag. I think this is a wonderful illustration of just how much life sucks.
Btw, the reason I do massive lj-cuts on posts like these is that a) it's a bunch of whine, and people shouldn't be forced to read it and b) a friend's cut would be pathetic and useless because it's not like I've got oodles of people reading anyway.
Links of the Day:
Jim Croce - I'll Have to Tell You I Love You In A Song
Old Doctor Who: The Face of Evil (1/3) and Crack: The Deadly Assassin Part 1 and Part 2
* Alan Jackson, "Five O'Clock Somewhere"
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Date: 2008-03-18 02:13 pm (UTC)A couple more paragraphs of AOL are up, I think, if you might find that cheering.
Also: *CUDDLE*
♥
*wraps you in blankets and feeds you hot chocolate*
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Date: 2008-03-18 02:24 pm (UTC)*skips off to read*
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Date: 2008-03-18 02:27 pm (UTC)<3
♥
*cuddlecuddle*
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Date: 2008-03-18 03:23 pm (UTC)it sucks that you're not getting any satisfaction out of your degree, like AT ALL. boo.
i really wish things were easier for you... and that you knew what you might want to do in the future. i still have no idea what i want to do, really. i'm not sure if i'm cut out for what i'm studying. i have more doubts daily.
<3
kit-kat
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Date: 2008-03-18 03:42 pm (UTC)♥, muffin, ♥ like the wind