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Here is what I did in my Science and Religion seminar! )

I also raged at the trains a bit, went to the uni AGM, and did Sudoku while waiting for the quorum, which took over an hour. *Sigh* Always the way.

And now, I am hungry.
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Here is an oops-I-haven't-updated-in-a-while entry!

I had my sister over for the weekend, which is why I wasn't around much: Mainly, I spent the time introducing her to series two Heroes and Avatar in general, which predictably, she loved. Ummm.

Today! My Science and History tutor set up a quiz for us - basically a reference-hunt. Here, have a look! Why were these three titles chosen for weekly topic headers? 1789 and All That, Imperial Nature (about C19th botanists and classification) and The Ringing Grooves of Change (about Victorian period industrial advances.) I won. :D! Man, I haven't felt so geeky in a long time. It feels gooood. And then we all got chocolate. :D I ♥ Professor Endersby.

Then there was choir, which, my god. I love it so much. I've missed singing so much in the two years I've been at Uni without it. We're doing A Ceremony of Carols for a concert at the end of term, which is really lovely, and unusual, too. We've got a few more pieces, as well, including a very pretty arrangement of Away in a Manger. *sighs happily* Anyone who thinks female soprano voices are squeaky and unattractive should be made to come and listen to some of these pieces. I have a minor girlcrush on one of our soloist's voices, it's that lovely. And one piece is so fantastic I keep wanting to learn how to vid just to try and make an Aang-centric one with it. >_> never mind that it's about, you know, Jesus, not the Avatar. It's close enough! Mind you, I do wish they'd run through one or two of the chorus parts a little more. Some of us can't read music so well, conductor-man!

*Bounce*

Ummm... Got my Jack-meta on over here earlier...

And that's pretty much it. What have you all been up to?
rowanberries: (Writing)
I'm working today. :(

Essay on the Reformation. Shouldn't be a problem, apart from being dull, but I still have to get it written, so. Not allowed on AIM until I'm finished, yes?

Yes.

I have ginseng tea and gingernut cookies. I'm good.
rowanberries: (Chocolate)
Eurgh.

Okay. I need advice. I really don't want to miss the first two seminars of term, both of which are tomorrow, starting at nine. But I'm also dizzy, aching, and probably very contagious right now. Do I try and go, or just do the reading and attend the lecture, which is the following day and at a more forgiving hour?

Ideas? I'll be the first to admit that my thoughts are not the clearest right now.
rowanberries: (Jack/Gadget/Shiny!)
...Guess who just finished her last exam?











YEAH BABY, YEAH!

*Dances*
rowanberries: (Indeed)
Ooopsie. I burned stew to the bottom of the saucepan. :(

I rescued most of it, though! With is nice, because it's tasty. It has butternut squash, and sweet potato and lentils and things. Also chilli, because I am an incurable addict.

I think perhaps using Brinjal Pickle instead of butter on my bread may have been a little far, but YUM.

Revision... is slow. Remember how I need pressure to ever get anything done ever? Yeah. And since it's a subject I feels fairly comfortable with anyway? Mleh. But I will soldier on, because I'm relying on this one and Sexual Revolution to pull up my other grades in case they go wonky.

Sigh.

In other news: HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA. Oh my. Whoever the mun is, I love them. I promise not to let Harth try and kill them.
rowanberries: (Oodles!)
Oh god am I glad that exam is done.

Just. Augh.

Oh, well. At least I found two questions I could answer (the required amount.)

Now I am going to buy food and wine and come back to watch Doctor Who and Supernatural and flail. Possibly at the same time.
rowanberries: (Writing)
Okay. Okay!

I am a conclusion and a half away from being done. There are bibliographies, and page numbers, and footnotes and stuff. I have to remember to name each page, but I'll do that at the end because I have a bad habit of going back and adding chunks as I think of them, and it throws the formatting all out of whack. Ummm.

*Giggles*

I wish I had a camera so you guys could see the state of my room right now. It's teeny-tiny anyhow, and now the floor is covered with books and notes and source photocopies and sudoku puzzles and oh my god. Its, um. Organised chaos?

I may just do the thing where I stay up all night even if I finish soon, actually. I'm all high from tea, and that would mean I could go in really early and print this off before most of the rest of the hordes descend. Plus, it would be fun to get on AIM for the sole purpose of a victory dance. Hmm!

EDIT: Ha. One down, one conclusion to go.

Plus checking, but I DON'T CARE.
rowanberries: (Writing)
*Cracks up*

I love my coursework really. Yes I do.

This apparent fear is exemplified in an example taken from the Malleus Maleficarum by Oldridge that relates an alleged incident whereby a man who had ‘lost his member’ – evidently a euphemism for impotence – and went to see the witch who he believed had stolen it; and, hilariously, was bade take whichever one he wanted from a nest up in one tree, except for the biggest, as that belonged to the parish priest.

Hee hee hee. Oh, Kramer and Sprenger. You adorable morons.

It's possibly wrong of me to be imagining them as an older, more misogynistic Sam and Dean Winchester.

But can't you just see that being one of the monster of the week mythology chats? And Sam's all serious about how they feed off sexual frustatration, and Dean's all 'Dude, that's sick,' and Sam's all 'we shouldn't even be here, we're supposed to be finding Dad, so we can get Jess and Mom's killer,' and Dean's not even listening any more because this hot waitress is walking by, and she totally turns out to be the witch.

Wouldn't it be awesome?
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Oh my god, my BRAIN HAS EXPLODED.

*Stares blankly at Word doc.*

I just need to finish this paragraph. Conclusion can wait till tomorrow, maybe, along with the OTHER ESSAY I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED OH GOD.

I need to change the title, too. More witches, less general superstition because I HAVE DONE NOTHING ON THAT.

Capslock cannot help me. Breathe. ajsdkgdlslhan.
rowanberries: (Writing)
*Blinks at coursework*

Put into shortened terms, that paragraph means: 'People thought that multiple orgasms turned women into witches because they couldn't resist screwing the Devil.'

Whut.

Such bullshit.

...Everyone knows he's a terrible lay. THERE ARE SWORN STATEMENTS SAYING THAT. THAT MEANS IT MUST BE TRUE.

I think I'm going to go completely mad by the end of today. :D!
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It's raining and I don't have a coat and I don't wanna go to college. But I must.

Also, pain hurts.

And tampons are the creation of the devil.


RANT RANT RANT.

:D!

How are you?
rowanberries: (Milliways/Puppets)
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!
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So I'm writing a presentation for next seminar, and reading my Witchcraft textbook and there's an article in there by Owen Davies. If anybody with the surname Rowlands if mentioned I'm just going to give up and proclaim the universe to be melding with fiction.

Also, rereading one of last terms essays, oh god I sound like I'm having a casual chat with the examiner. I talk about little children's perceptions of green-skinned cacklers!
rowanberries: (Torchwood are dorks)
I'm back!

'A few days' turned into a week. And it was brilliant fun, and I was going to write a cheering and heartwarming account of it all for you. But... Insert flailing here )

Anyway.

The holiday was lovely, and I had a great time - sharing a room with my sister and cousin Bethany was fun, and we had some good times. Other cousin John came over one day with his family, which must be the only one on Earth which can make me feel short. I swear, three of them could pick me up one-handed. We had some nice food, then climbed a huge forested bank and slid back dow again. Marvellous. And I'm still not too old that my grandparents include me in the Easter-egg hunt. >_>

Shh, it's fun.

Oh, and there was a dinosaur museum with actual palaeontologists in there, looking very serious amid electronic T-Rexes and 'Dare you feel what's inside the hole' exhibits.

What have you been up to?
rowanberries: (Oodles!)
*Chokedies* Damn cough.

Here, have a link. I don't know how many of you watch [livejournal.com profile] good_rpers_rock, but this was posted there, and I about died of awesome. It is a fanfid to... fandom. And it's lovely. Go watch!

In other news, I finished my essay and handed it in and stuff. Then I was so dead tired that I failed to get anything done except get addicted to Pirate Puzzles before crashing.

*Eyedart*

Shutup. It's awesome.

So, in conclusion: Alive!
rowanberries: (Writing)
Dear World,

I am, in fact, here.

All Night Long.

But sort of not, as I'm writing (in theory) an essay about antisemitism and a few blokes' opinions and writings thereof. It's really depressing.

Talk to me! But not on AIM, because I shouldn't be there!

Love,

Amy, already feeling the late, late hour.
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So hi!

Internet is still not on it's best behaviour, although it was slight better yesterday, enough for me to cling to people on AIM for a bit before it died again. We are getting a new wireless thinger, because tech support couldn't help us, but I have no idea when that'll arrive. Oh, well. Could be worse, and I'm making use of the uni PCs while I'm here.

Life! Continues to happen, oddly enough. I'm determined to make a huge batch of tomato sauce and freeze it at some point, since making something basic like that every single time makes little sense. I'm catching up on my reading, since I kind of abandoned it the first week due to essay o'doom. Looking at my assessment criteria for these courses, mind you, looks like all the Spring/Summer ones will be assessed by coursework essays. This is good in that a) I don't have to worry about remembering stuff for exams and b) I'm pretty good at essays as long as I can make myself care about them, but bad in that a) I sometimes can't make myself care and b) I have an alarming tendancy to do them in one sitting the night before they are due.

Sooo. *shrug*

It is my mother's birthday this weekend (even though I can never remember if it's the 21st or the 23rd) and I don't think I'll be going home, but I do want to send her present, if I can figure out what to get her. Nothing bath stuff-y. She has loads of that, mostly from me in the first place. I've occasionally bought her Robert Goldsmith mugs and things, but they're a leetle too precious and fragile to send through the post.

Um. Help? Anyone else have a difficult mother?

PSA

Jan. 11th, 2007 05:59 pm
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Did the essay.

Got it in with 35 minutes to spare.

Don't know how coherent it is.

Can't make myself care.

Man, that feels good.

Now I just have the internet issues to worry about. *eyeroll*
rowanberries: (Abdiel)
1) Well, back at Uni.

2) The brand new wireless thinger we were upgraded to at the end of last term has turned out to be far worse than the one we had before - housemate Debbie was on the phone for about an hour last night trying to fix it, but nothing. They're sending us a new one, while in the meantime it cuts out every five-ten minutes. AIM, for this reason, is a bit out of the question. I'm actually fairly zen about it, since I have a lot of work to do these next couple of days, and enforced lack of AIM might help me get down to it... but boy will I be angry if it's still like this by Friday.

3) Courses... well, actually, the two I've had so far have been on the dull side. Worryingly enough, one was Magic and Superstition, but I'll hold out, since he was just wittering on about how this was 'cultural history' we were doing, and going over the course outline, rather than just getting down to teaching. English Society... well, I had her last year. You know those people that put pauses



really randomly in the middle of sentences for no apparent reason? Yes. That's her. It makes her supremely difficult to listen to without drifting off, especially since she is the living, female equivalent of Professor Binns. (I have nothing against dates and rebellions, I just think there's a little more to the subject, you know?) Mind you, it did give me the giggles when she said "...The Glorious Revolution, which I started


Really, Prof? Wow, looking good for your age,


...talking about at the beginning of this lecture."

*Snicker*

4) Hoboy. I need a to-do list: a) Finish Bibliography and essay plan, b) If possible, write out introduction, c) Wash hair, if possible, no time tomorrow, d) TAG SLOWTIMES sorryDebi. e) Renew paid accounts, f) Bed EARLY. Oh, and g) Clean, since it's my job this week.

5) A lot of people are having a bad time lately, looks like. :( It really sucks when that happens, and there's nothing that can be done except distribute virtual hugs. Hopefully it's partly January Blues - dull days do tend to bring you down, especially when there's other problems, too. Hope everyone feels better, soon.

6) Dammit, Professor Livesey, I WANT MY ESSAY. *Stamps foot* Other people have theirs! Thursday before Christmas, yeah, right.

7) *Sigh* Stuck here for an hour and a half. Talk to me? *Puppy eyes*

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