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I have not anywhere near finished the tut sheets, and I have a nine, and yet I am still awake and online. Also, I made a plan for the rest of the semester which will fall horribly by the wayside, but involves "minimising" online time. I just seem to insist on fucking things up for myself. Oh well.

Also, I emailed paternal unit to get him to book me onto the month-long conservation holiday thing in Shetland this summer, so that should be fun.

I always make these grand epic plans of things I'm going to do and then I find I've vastly over-estimated my capacity for, um, anything.

Work. Yes.

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OMG and WTF.

Received citation to appear in court as witness for prosecution in trial of Girl Who (Allegedly) Nicked My Purse.

I might not even have reported it if the bank hadn't wanted a reference number.

Should be fun. Or something. At the very least, material for fic, as I now know the exact phraseology of a citation, locally at least.

Also received invitation to presentation of Dan Hemingway Award, which competition I entered and did not win. May go. May not. Especially since nine were shortlisted out of 33, and I have a strong suspicion I'm not one of the nine. Grr.

A citation, though. Seriously. WTF?

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I r teh r0x0r...

I am done tut sheet, and I think I may actually have got some of it right - like, I was doing it and going "hey, I can do this!" Also, it may be for tomorrow afternoon or may be for next week.

And I am copied out notes.

So I am allowed online now. For a bit. I really ought to, um, thing. Organise my old notes, go through them, set them out for reading etc. May do that. May not.

Also, I am going to look at websites for graduate recruitment info, because I found a booklet I picked up a little while ago about Careers for Women. I just... They all always seem to want "good interpersonal skills" and people with "motivation and ambition" and such things, and I... really don't. But I should be fairly employable, as I should, if I manage to get my act together for the next year-and-a-half, get out of here with a 2:1 in Astrophysics, which at least sounds impressive. Though there's also the possibility I will fail horrendously.

Oh, and I seem to be addicted to lip gloss today.

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I'm going through my files because it feels vaguely useful, and I found a few things that just need a little polishing, and also this fic, which was Jossed by Seeing Red and is all Spike-redemptionista and Spuffyish and suchlike. And a bit, um, on the side of "I can't believe I wrote this" with some "omg the cliche" but not that bad. That is, there are a couple of bits I like. And I feel like posting it, so there. And IIRC I wrote it straight off, only revision has been to tidy up punctuation and spacing.

Deals with rape.

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