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Oh, boy. It's supposed to be between four and five thousand words. I don't even have a tenth of that. I'm halfway into an all nighter, I have no inspiration, and I don't even give a shit.

I'm. How am I supposed to write a report? I looked at lots of pictures, I read a couple of books, I put a few bits together. That's all I did. I'm supposed to write about that, in, what, third-person objective? wtf?

And this is why I should have been working on this long long before now. Thankfully I have found my athens password, which might help.

Also, toygers. Too cute.

ETA: oh god, why am I so fucking useless I can't even do anything until just before due... Aargh.

Well, my placement is done, and my mentor gave me chocolate, so that was nice and obviously I did not fuck up too badly. However the stuff I said I would email her is not done yet, and the report due on Monday (4-5000 words) is not even started yet.

I have mostly been sleeping. I am back to getting-up-at-teatime. But today I did get up and go to group. And that happened. And I picked up a few more assessment "feedback" things and have not yet been disqualified from the MSc, and I know what classes I'm in... ooh, should check timetables. One of them is rather vague and woolly and "discussion-based" so that should be exciting and I will probably fail miserably but oh well. Oh, bugger, I have nines. I only have two days a week but they are both nine-to-five, with varying time in the middle. Typical.

OK, to hell with work, I am too muzzy to do anything anyway. I am going to read porn and I am going to sleep. Tomorrow I will wake up and caffeinate and write like a mad thing. No, really. Tomorrow I'll do it. I swear.

You can tell how desperately I'm procrastinating by the fact that I cooked actual food - spaghetti puttanesca, or a variant thereof.

You can tell how mad I am by the fact that this was a recipe I got from a Giles/Oz fic.

I mean, I've had something similar before. And it wasn't so much a recipe in the fic as a very brief description. But. Anyway.

I'm going to learn quantum mechanics now. Honest.

Last night I went to the ball. Well, the astrosoc dinner-dance - near enough. I wore my bridesmaid's dress - deep blue ballgown - and nice underwear just because. And I was expecting to have to make small-talk (or not) with people I vaguely knew, but a couple of girls I'm quite friendly with showed up. And the food was all right. But my feet hurt because I'd walked there in my heels, which was, quite frankly, a damn stupid thing to do, and gave me blisters. Then there was ceilidh dancing, and I danced nearly all of the dances, with a few different people, and wore myself out quite well. And there was 'disco' which was also quite fun, and I stayed up for most of that too. Then I walked home in bare feet, which hurt, but not as much as the shoes would have. But today my calves hurt like bitches because I haven't been that active in a while. And they were all right as long as I kept moving but then I sat down, and when I got up again they just screamed at me. So. Fun.

Um. Need sleep. Very much so. And, um. Hmm. May be dropping a module. Don't know. Should attempt to catch up on work for other modules over this weekend anyway. Ought to do some work this evening. Severely doubt will. Bugger.

Ow. I hurt. And may actually go to bed at some point fairly soon. Know not.

I'd enjoy my classes so much more (and maybe actually do the work) if they were on the aspects of science that I'm actually interested in.

I'm something of a jackdaw, I suppose, when it comes to knowledge - the "pretty shiny" method has been my primary learning mechanism for several years now, and it's fun, and I enjoy it, but it is hardly likely to get me a good degree. Especially when, as now, the things I'm interested in learning about are in entirely different faculties and I'm totally neglecting the work I'm supposed to be doing. Not that I'm learning anything else, I'm just ficcing all the time.

I was going to sit here and work, but, y'know...

am going to concert tonight and ball on thursday night. am going to work this afternoon and tomorrow evening and thursday afternoon. perhaps. well, am definitely going to ball as have bought ticket and want to wear frock. but. the rest is dubious.

I started writing Willow-fic, pre-Buffy, and then realised that I had her totally wrong and Mary-Sue-ish. So I killed that one. Have a little Wing-fic which may become something, but then again maybe not. Really ought to finish posting SE to SQ. Um. Can't think.

All my lecturers must surely now be convinced of my laziness. They really must.

I hurt. I think I pulled a muscle in my side. And I have a headache. And my back feels like it wants to crack but it won't. Am going now

Believe have convinced tut group and tutor that am insane. Am quite happy about this. Told about vampires in head (latest novel idea, see later). Also fic addiction, was given suggestion of making character do physics to help me do work, responded "Krycek wouldn't do physics!" (previous statement having been "technical cases don't have pretty green-eyed men"). Other guy then said something about Mr Darcy with an IR telescope, to which I responded that I don't write Pride and Prejudice fic though I have read slash of it, "but you don't know what that means, which is probably actually quite a good thing."

Read Krycek/Scully earlier. Am semi-horrified at self. Read two stories in different places, though they were both quite good. I only read the second because it turned out to have Scully fisting Krycek and I'd been looking for a girl-fisting-guy because it seems to me that it's a power trip for the top and I've seen a fair few guy-guy and one or two guy-girl so I wanted to see girl-guy and this was. Oh, and Alex is such a sub. Like, really. There was a bit I quibbled with in the first sex scene of that with a lack of stretching, but that doesn't really matter. Hmm.

Vampires. Idea was had on Monday and worked on. Did nothing yesterday due to sleeping and, oh yeah, the beautiful engagement of nostalgia_lj and redistributer. Thought more today. Am getting clearer pictures of the last two of the six main characters. Have emotional arcs for a couple of them but don't have an actual plot. Having written plotless novel-length before, know this is far from wise. Must have plot. Really. But I've got a bit of work on my vampire mythology, which is helpful, and I've got a little on hierarchical structure etc as well.

Re: the engagement. Um. Yeah. I laughed. A lot. Then realised they were serious. And laughed more. I don't think they'll go through with it. But it would be fun if they did. Is funny story anyway. nostalgia_lj should write it up and enter it for the Frank Muir Prize.

Must. Work. Have to do work for this team proposal thing by tomorrow. And meant to do work that I was supposed to do weeks/months ago. But, y'know, whatever. Will probably just sit and read slash.

Especially nostalgia_lj who said, "don't worry, you can sit and work while we watch DS9," and kept putting on more episodes, and, oh, is making me write Bobslash except I just worked out how to do the Sloan thing, because for him it's more academic lust so all I need to do... you'll see, probably.

And redistributer for bringing over Highlander 4: Endgame and then making me miss about ten percent of Methos' dialogue. But... the voices! Are not right! And... gah, gah, gah, wanted to get slash bunnies and instead got, "I wonder what Joe and Methos were wandering around doing that they could turn up in time and have the right information and so on and so forth," and "I wonder how many kills Methos has made in 5000 years and if Kell's quickening was that big, then, hoo-boy for when Methos bites it." Oh, and the fact that him doing that made me stay up too late to get enough sleep so I had to stay up because otherwise I wouldn't be up in time for my lecture and I decided I was going to be good for the last few weeks of term. Not that I've done any of the work I was supposed to, of course, but the least I can do is make it to the lectures.

My head hurts. I need sleep. And caffeine. And chocolate. And... chocolate.

I'm so bored...

and I just tried to print something and it may or may not have printed and it may just be taking several years and I don't want to waste my print quota by printing it twice when I was so careful to keep it to one page and... meh.

um. yeh. bored. as. hell. for some unquantifiable reason.

just had a problem-solving tut which was quite fun, as it involved four of us sitting around trying to remember how escape velocities worked, and how masses and densities and other such things coincided, and G getting up and jumping so we could work out how fast a person jumps so the escape velocity of an asteroid would be greater than that. it was fun. honest. and we got about the right answer, so that was grand.

I wonder if my thing's printed yet. It's a letter to my great-aunt who may or may not still be in hospital. My handwriting is utterly atrocious, see, and I already had a spiel about an event which I had emailed to parentals and siblings, so I cut-paste and edited and added bits in and I really hope the damn thing's printed now.

Yay! Has. Can now sit and finish it off and then go post it and then go meet person-from-primary-school-who-played-in-the-same-band-as-me-during-high-school-and-now-attends-same-uni-but-still-only-see-three-times-a-year. Which should be fun.

Eventually got to bed around six. Missed lectures and deadline by sleeping until two and then spending an hour reading email, having nearly had panic attack after receiving email from tutor saying "you can come see me this morning". Went in. Re-did presentation - only took around an hour, thank god, since I'd written it out and sent myself the pictures by email (which was good, because the computer in the classroom couldn't actually read the CD-RW even though I'm sure it was supposed to be able to). Got that done, saved to network folder and floppy, went to room where computers were. Now, there are three computers total being used this weekend. Two were still sitting waiting to be loaded to. Guess which one wasn't there? That's right! The one I was supposed to use! So I had to wait another forty minutes or so for that to be out of use and returned to the room, then the floppy didn't work and I couldn't actually get onto the network from there (though again, was supposed to be able to) so the tech gave me a ZIP and I went back to the computer classroom to save it. Now, while I'm sitting saving, the janitor comes in to ask if I have a card to allow me to be in there after five, and I don't, and I tell him that. He says I have ten minutes, which is fine, then on the way out he says, "I'm just doing my job," offended-like. I reply, "I know," then have yet another crying fit. Unfortunately I'm not the only person in the room at the time. Oh well. Go back. Load talk from ZIP. It works. Check it. Re-check it. Leave. Go to shop, buy lots of chocolate, come home.
Plan is to eat chocolate, drink alcohol and read fic. Fuck work. I don't care.

This all happened because I got rid of my "Technology hates me" icon.

I finished the presentation. I had all the pictures, all with at least a little acknowledgement. It could have been better but it could have been a whole hell of a lot worse. I saved it to floppy.

Floppy lost half the fucker. *screams very loudly*

Am re-doing. Hate computer. 'nando, of course, hates me back.