mariana: (Comedian)
It is times like these, when I'm comparing Henry James and Neil Gaiman, and managing also to write an entire paragraph about Liberty being a bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses, that I remember why I did this subject.
mariana: (Barney)
Facebook is evil.

Someone posted a primary school pic of my class and it's led to people deciding there needs to be a reunion. They're all saying 'oh, remember the good old days,' and 'it's been too long'.

I feel like someone out of a cheesy American film, but as far as I'm concerned it hasn't been long enough. I hated my time at that school. It was probably the three worst years of my life. Secondary school was fine, the two schools I went to before that were okay, but that one school was hellish.

So I'm just going to ignore it and hope it goes away... ugh.
mariana: (necklace)
I am merely dividing my time between my laptop which has all of my stuff on it, the house desk-top which has the Internet and staying away from a computer for long enough that my parents don't start nagging at me about eye problems and addictions again...

Comment fic addiction has, however, got out of hand. I now have the four from before PLUS

3 more spn fics
2 more Merlin
2 Gundam Wing comment fics... seriously.

and I have considered writing umpteen more Spn, several more Merlin and at least 1 Sky High and at least one Being Human - which I don't write in.

Oh, and the last of my findable hair ties died today so my disturbingly long hair is now going everywhere because I did not get round to getting it cut (what with the dissertation and the shiny shiny Internet). Seriously. It almost went in the toaster today. That would have been bad of epic proportions. But the hair was rescued, the bagel was toasted and I emerged victorious.

(Also, have rewatched spn 4x16 and I love it even more... just saying. Will make icons b/c visually incredible.)
mariana: (Barney)
Dude... dissertation so very nearly done... well, except for the editing and the conclusion and the binding and the contents... but I have 7748 words.

My Shakespeare essay... I did have a title, but I've forgotten it. It's in tomorrow. Luckily, it's formative, so if I email and say 'aargh! dissertation! Please can I have an extension, pretty pretty pretty please... with bucketloads of sugar and cream and other stuff...

Oh yeah, in all that excitement about writing about Balrogs, I forgot lunch. (Balrogs ftw! Merlin vs Balrog... Sam'n'Dean vs Balrog... ^_^ utter glee)
mariana: (Default)

I really should be working on my dissertation (I have 4230 words... stop judging me) but I spent the entire morning re-reading over my [ profile] reel_merlin fic and FINALLY posting it.

It's over, thank God it's gone. 63000 words in the end (minus a hundred or so).

Aargh... and I really don't want to do my dissertation. I like it in concept. It's cool in concept, but in real life, I think it should get over itself and stop sounding pretentious.

It's like that character you think is awesome on screen but you really wouldn't want to meet in real life. Like The Comedian, or Rorschach.

Yes, I did just manage to boil my degree down to a Watchmen simile. My College Dad's entire dissertation was on comic books (inc. Watchmen [yes I know it's a graphic novel, so sue me]). I think I'm being pretty restrained.

One of my English teachers once had a theory that Buffy could teach you everything you ever needed to know about English literature as well.

Why didn't I do my dissertation on that?

Yes I'm procrastinating by babbling, but aargh...
mariana: (Default)
When I walked into the living room this morning I was greeted by the sight of the Pink Panther sitting on my sofa wearing a purple dress.

I kid you not. He was hugging a reindeer as well.

I personally think my response of 'Oh F-ing hell' was quite deserved.

Then, on my lovely long walk to my lecture (yay for no nine o'clock) I walked past a one man band on the bridge who was playing a kazoo and a swanny whistle It was awesome and made me smile. A kazoo people. The brilliance is unsurpassed.

I was also given a little in-walk entertainment by two girls I passed:
Girl A: And she said that I bitch a lot, which is just not true. I mean I don't bitch. She bitches.
Girl B: No, you just tell the truth. You say what everyone else is saying.
Girl A: Precisely, and then she goes on to say [blah], can you believe that?

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that pretty much the definition of bitching? That made me giggle a little.

Of course, my lecture brought me down. The housemate I earlier posted was ill has infected me I had a horrible headache all the way through the lecture. At first I thought it was because I hadn't had enough sleep recently. That's one of the main reasons I have headaches these days, but then I started feeling ridiculously hot and shivering a bit, so I decided I must have a fever. Gah. I feel better now, but I fully intend to stock up on vitamin C and sleep and keep some ibuprofen nearby. Nothing is going to stop me Watching the Watchmen (I can't help but write it like that).

On the other hand, one of my course friends was talking about the Watchmen gifts on facebook (Although, first she called it Night Watch which got me confused) and I asked if there were any smiley faces with drops of blood on them. Her reaction? 'That's blood? I thought it was ink, I sent it to my friend!' lol. Turns out the reason she was mentioning it was because there's a Nite Owl one and she thought he looked morally ambiguous (which is a quality trait I adore in characters). I had to laugh again at that. Of all the characters in Watchmen, he's probably the least morally ambiguous among them.

Eee! Watchmen tomorrow. It's either going to be amazing and squee worthy and I will have a long screaming post about it on Saturday, or it will give me bitching material for days. Either way - reaction post on Sunday.

Oh... and I got given a free fair trade banana. (and [ profile] reel_merlin has been extended by another week. All that panicking for nothing.)
mariana: (Default)
Graduation timetable's up... Friday, 3rd July. Somehow that makes it all so much more real.

And the fact that I have nothing to do once I finish is beginning to scare me as well as my parents now. Which means that I'm avoiding things (including my dissertation which is due in three weeks, and which I haven't, you know, started yet).

But dude, graduation (or congregation as they seem to insist on calling it - weird people that they are) is at 9 in the morning. 9 am! Gah.

Holy shit... I'm graduating.

if I get everything done
mariana: (Default)
I know, I know, I just posted. But a few seconds after that I think I had a revelation, and not about Merlin!fic, so - different post.

I don't think I want to do an MA.

This isn't really that much of a revelation, but, while I really really want to put off joining the real world for another year, I don't think that doing an MA is going to make anything easier... and I doubt that I'll be interested enough in doing it to make it worthwhile, or stop myself from killing myself because of it.

I think I knew I wasn't going to do it, somewhere at the back of my mind, but I insisted I had to keep my options open, and it was the little panic button I pressed whenever I realised that the world was coming to get me in less than a year's time.

This all came up because there's a meeting for the MA today... in approximately twenty minutes. It's not an in or out meeting, just a talk, as far as I can tell, but I was late anyway, I haven't had lunch and it's half an hour's walk. I'll talk to my friends who are going about what it was like, and I may even text one to fetch me some stuff - because safety nets, even when you know they're not real, still make you feel a little better - but I honestly don't think I want to do it. I don't think I should do it, either.

But then that leaves me with the question of what I do want to do... which leads to a little voice in my head screaming and sobbing as loud as it possibly can.

Dude, the real world terrifies me...


mariana: (Default)

May 2009

      1 2
3456 78 9


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags