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Final lecture in Foucauldian theory - not sure why, but Julia's voice was really getting on my nerves. During the last twenty minutes of the lecture, I was gritting my teeth to stop myself from standing up, throwing the pen at her and screaming at her to shut up. I had such a killer headache afterwards.
Deadline for handing dissertation in was today - in the grand tradition of Being A Smug Bitch Who Printed Hers Out The Day Before, I went by the library to snigger evilly as tempers ran high in the lines outside the computer rooms. Now I regret not acting on Alan's suggestion of sneaking around the day before leaving a single sheet of acetate in the feed tray of every printer in the university, or simply letting Thlayli loose among the wires. Would have been hilarious and probably led to riots.
Jess bought a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates for her dissertation supervisor, but after we tramped up four flights of stairs to her office, she wasn't in and there was nobody she could leave it with. So, we ate the chocolates and drank the wine in her stead. Did slip the card under the office door, though.
Jess had a group meeting at noon, so I killed some time in the Union's Oxfam waiting for her. Somebody stole the X-Box they set up for students to play on in there - how fucking scruffy do you have to be to steal from Oxfam? People are disgusting. On the other hand, they had a copy of Watership Down illustrated by John Lawrence. I tried to show Thlayli a pictre of his heroic namesake when I got home, but he was more interested in nibbling the paper, so I gave up.Also bought Susan Cooper's "The Dark is Rising" series, Tracy Chevalier's "The Lady and the Unicorn", a School Book Fairs edition of "The Scarlet Pimpernel" (shut up!), and a book called "The Sin-Eater" by Fiona MacLeod, which was bought soley on the basis that it had pretty green and gold swirls on its cover. I know, I know, but I am a sucker for pretty books.
Just as I got back home, my (actually working!) mobile rang - apparently only one other person turned up to Jess's group meeting. We decided to go shopping to reward ourselves for finishing our dissertations:
Jess: It was so much hard work!
Alan: You spent one weekend on it!
Jess: Yeah, but I thought about it a lot.
I actually needed some new shirts, but the only one I liked made my boobs look huge and... kinda pointy. It was weird. So I got a froofly dress and a sparkly pendant instead. A failure is me. On plus side, pendant Very sparkly.
Had most delicious lunch at Bella Italia - am so going to try roasting my own new potatoes - and came up with exciting new plan to kill the Law Society before we leave. Let's just say it involves pantyhose, rice pudding and an irate garter snake.
The cute black Lionhead in the petstore was sold - I am sad, as was planning to talk Jessica into buying him, naming him Hephaestion and then taking him in when she and Alan move to Australia next year. 'Cause see, if she bought him, it wouldn't be my fault that I ended up keeping him, because I could hardly be expected to let her hand him over to a shelter or something. Boo for me. I really liked that rabbit. There was a kitty and I wanted him too, but Jess said that Alan really would kill her if she brought home a cat. Damn it, I need to live out my vicarious catownership dreams through someone!
Came home and Thlayli was mad that I didn't bring him snacks. He jumped up on the roof of his wooden house, and managed to slip on a cardboard tube he'd put up there earlier and fell off. We laughed, and he slunk under his Thlaylibridge and sulked.
Also, my feet hurt.
Deadline for handing dissertation in was today - in the grand tradition of Being A Smug Bitch Who Printed Hers Out The Day Before, I went by the library to snigger evilly as tempers ran high in the lines outside the computer rooms. Now I regret not acting on Alan's suggestion of sneaking around the day before leaving a single sheet of acetate in the feed tray of every printer in the university, or simply letting Thlayli loose among the wires. Would have been hilarious and probably led to riots.
Jess bought a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates for her dissertation supervisor, but after we tramped up four flights of stairs to her office, she wasn't in and there was nobody she could leave it with. So, we ate the chocolates and drank the wine in her stead. Did slip the card under the office door, though.
Jess had a group meeting at noon, so I killed some time in the Union's Oxfam waiting for her. Somebody stole the X-Box they set up for students to play on in there - how fucking scruffy do you have to be to steal from Oxfam? People are disgusting. On the other hand, they had a copy of Watership Down illustrated by John Lawrence. I tried to show Thlayli a pictre of his heroic namesake when I got home, but he was more interested in nibbling the paper, so I gave up.Also bought Susan Cooper's "The Dark is Rising" series, Tracy Chevalier's "The Lady and the Unicorn", a School Book Fairs edition of "The Scarlet Pimpernel" (shut up!), and a book called "The Sin-Eater" by Fiona MacLeod, which was bought soley on the basis that it had pretty green and gold swirls on its cover. I know, I know, but I am a sucker for pretty books.
Just as I got back home, my (actually working!) mobile rang - apparently only one other person turned up to Jess's group meeting. We decided to go shopping to reward ourselves for finishing our dissertations:
Jess: It was so much hard work!
Alan: You spent one weekend on it!
Jess: Yeah, but I thought about it a lot.
I actually needed some new shirts, but the only one I liked made my boobs look huge and... kinda pointy. It was weird. So I got a froofly dress and a sparkly pendant instead. A failure is me. On plus side, pendant Very sparkly.
Had most delicious lunch at Bella Italia - am so going to try roasting my own new potatoes - and came up with exciting new plan to kill the Law Society before we leave. Let's just say it involves pantyhose, rice pudding and an irate garter snake.
The cute black Lionhead in the petstore was sold - I am sad, as was planning to talk Jessica into buying him, naming him Hephaestion and then taking him in when she and Alan move to Australia next year. 'Cause see, if she bought him, it wouldn't be my fault that I ended up keeping him, because I could hardly be expected to let her hand him over to a shelter or something. Boo for me. I really liked that rabbit. There was a kitty and I wanted him too, but Jess said that Alan really would kill her if she brought home a cat. Damn it, I need to live out my vicarious catownership dreams through someone!
Came home and Thlayli was mad that I didn't bring him snacks. He jumped up on the roof of his wooden house, and managed to slip on a cardboard tube he'd put up there earlier and fell off. We laughed, and he slunk under his Thlaylibridge and sulked.
Also, my feet hurt.