I got the blues and it's raining

Fuck
Time is running out and I need to do some work, I need to get my busary and I need to leave the house. It has been 3 days.
I wish that these blogs weren't so doom-laden and depressing. sigh

Oooooh IRONIC

I remember the ending of this film now. It's called Right at Your Door and I have seen it before, but the ending is well worth waiting for... until that point it's a bit dull.
Anyway, I have written 2,000 words of my 10,000 word dissertation. Nearly there. God, this is long ain't it?
I have also sent off my PGCE application so hopefully I'll hear something soon. SCARY!

I have made it through the storm (or flu, whatever)

I have survived yet another bout of illness... I have survived. Got a really poor grade for a final essay for The Crisis of Culture Module (58) but I DO NOT CARE. Katie Fleming can bugger off. And she has. So. There.
I have a new dissertation supervisor, and she is a slave-driver. Because of my brush with death (alright, but it was PROPER flu, not a cold) I have done no work on anything whatsoever.
sigh

I do not like Jane Austen...

I have so much work to do but I am seriously hungover after an intense and busy weekend. I am tired and stupid. At the age of 28 you'd think I would have learned that I cannot drink like I used to. UGH! Well, time to read a decent book for my New York module and bloody Mansfield Park by Austen for my childhood module... I refer to the title of this post. In fact, I'd go so far as to say I hate Jane Austen. There. I said it.

Is soberly drunk

I just need to write this, laundry list style:
1 need to do a heck load of work and would like to get ahead, then I can see Hailey Jean on Wednesday
2 people that cannot drink, should not drink
3 it is berloody freeeeeeezing. I think it may be illegal
4 need to do some dissertation shit, but it's 4am so I will do it on Monday
5 I am sleepy.
Goodnight

I think I like you, or maybe I'm just bored?

Oh dear! But then I have always had a soft spot for you...
hmmm...
I shan't behave like an adolescent. It's just not right or becoming. And I shall stop thinking about you. I shall cease and desist. I have a lot of control over my emotions. Really.
I will see you next month, but it is nothing to do with seeing you, you understand? And I shall put out of my mind that you were very pleasant to talk to and said 'hello' to me in a genuinely pleased to see me kinda way.
I think I am just bored...
I am a very boring person, you know?

I feel funny and I might die

Although, I may be being melodramatic and hypochrondiacal. Probably not a word but you know what I mean. I am currently at university in the very cold and not aptly named 'The Hive'. There is nothing hive-like about this place. And not one bee to be found either, although that's probably a blessing. I am on 500 words of a 3000 word essay. I have very little to say about the book I am writing about and very little to write in my essay, but it'll get done one way or another. I am being positive and optimistic and the fact is it is only worth 50% of a second year module. I figure that if I get a minimum of 50 for it I shall have got a C overall for the module and, as I found it difficult and only read one of the texts then that is a great result. Way to go to me. I might go grab a coffee and re-consolidate my thoughts (thought) and figure out what bollocks shit I am going to write next. It is 10 to 6 and the library closes at midnight. I do not want to be here til late but I have to do what I have to do. See? Positivity!
HAH!!
On a slightly different note, I have just 10 weeks left of lectures and then it is all over. WOWZA!