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[anotherusedpage]

Bloody essays. Bloody bastard essays.

It's sixteen months or so since I last had to sit down an write an essay and now I've actually got to do it.

And I havn't had the chance to write anything (non work related) for over a week. That's probably the longest I've been in YEARS without writing anything, either my own stuff or fanfiction of one discription or another. And I STILL havn't managed to do Anna's beta-ing.

And my essay sucks. Hang on, I've already mentioned that. Pah.

So, to do today...

1) Wash last night's red hair spray out of hair.
2) Tidy room
3) Sort out lecture list
4) Do washing. Oh shit, and last nights washing up...
5) Go to library. Find secondary material on 'the Dramatic Monologue as a poetry form'.
5) Write essay. I WILL write the essay.

Why doesn't this course have a unit on 'the literary value of footy-slash'? On second thoughts, don't answer that.

Oh. And any of you that feel like being friendly can go say hi to my friend opertunemoment who's new around here. Not a footy fan in any way shape or form, but prepared to drool over Becks, Pires and assorted others, and read anything I force her to.

Comments

[made-up.livejournal.com]

totally sensible. And in the middle of the *huge* football audience being a tiny element which specialises in the wicked pleasure of reading the clues all wrong.

[uberwald.livejournal.com]

and then the huge audience wonder why you're the only person in the pub making squeaky noises during the slow-mo replay of the celebrations.

[made-up.livejournal.com]

the double cheer of the footieslash girl: one cheer for the goal, and two seconds later, the cheer for the celebration. Twice as happy as everybody else.

[anotherusedpage.livejournal.com]

Sooo true.