Entry tags:
- ahahahaha,
- educationing,
- rl,
- rp,
- writing
(no subject)
Man, you know you're hungry when you absent-mindedly drink honey straight out of the bottle.
*Classiness personified*
I'll run and eat in a minute, but I haven't updated properly in a while, and I should do that, really. In between answering tags from the nightclub opening party (Jack Harkness and James Bond, guys.)
Mostly this week I have been goig to lectures, not going to lectures, and avoiding AIM. I don't know why. I'm on tonight, anyhow. Tomorrow my sister's coming to stay for the weekend, which will be awesome, although I do go worryingly maternal when I'm in sole charge of one of my siblings. I spent this afternoon trolling around Sainsburys looking for food that I'm pretty sure she'll eat (and that I will. Child likes anchovies, bleh,) getting momentarily fixated by some girl's hair (Pretty! Dark red, curlywispy! Pretty!) and wondering if at some point I should actually start budgeting my student loan.
My Magic and Superstition tutor finally redeemed himself (a little bit) by cancelling the two classes next week, since it's essay-assessed, not exam. Also, he told us a story (as reported/interpreted by a historian) and told us to find a way to retell it using the same basic events to make a different story.
( The Great Cat Massacre - story as told by somebody Darnton )
And that, more or less, is where Darnton's account stops. So we, in pairs, were given the change of retelling the story.
( The Great Cat Massacre - as retold by students with overactive imaginations. )
...Obviously, you have to imagine that being read in a melodramatic voice.
After all that, we actually found out that bloody Darnton missed out half the story, and the apprentices just got punished, and actually, it was a folk tail about how the printing trade didn't need to be regulated. But I still think my version was more fun.
And now, dinners!
*Classiness personified*
I'll run and eat in a minute, but I haven't updated properly in a while, and I should do that, really. In between answering tags from the nightclub opening party (Jack Harkness and James Bond, guys.)
Mostly this week I have been goig to lectures, not going to lectures, and avoiding AIM. I don't know why. I'm on tonight, anyhow. Tomorrow my sister's coming to stay for the weekend, which will be awesome, although I do go worryingly maternal when I'm in sole charge of one of my siblings. I spent this afternoon trolling around Sainsburys looking for food that I'm pretty sure she'll eat (and that I will. Child likes anchovies, bleh,) getting momentarily fixated by some girl's hair (Pretty! Dark red, curlywispy! Pretty!) and wondering if at some point I should actually start budgeting my student loan.
My Magic and Superstition tutor finally redeemed himself (a little bit) by cancelling the two classes next week, since it's essay-assessed, not exam. Also, he told us a story (as reported/interpreted by a historian) and told us to find a way to retell it using the same basic events to make a different story.
( The Great Cat Massacre - story as told by somebody Darnton )And that, more or less, is where Darnton's account stops. So we, in pairs, were given the change of retelling the story.
( The Great Cat Massacre - as retold by students with overactive imaginations. )...Obviously, you have to imagine that being read in a melodramatic voice.
After all that, we actually found out that bloody Darnton missed out half the story, and the apprentices just got punished, and actually, it was a folk tail about how the printing trade didn't need to be regulated. But I still think my version was more fun.
And now, dinners!