The STRESS

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Gyargh. God I've had such an intense couple of days. Concert in London yesterday, for which I didn't know the music. Rehearsals all day. The stress of having to get there from Oxford on public transport which was all delayed cos of the state opening of parliament. Conductor being a bastard. He had huge rows with a load of people, and kicked two girls out of the choir less than twenty mins before the concert. Which was fun.
I didn't get back to Oxford til midnight. And I was desperately, desperately trying to finish reading Jude the Obscure in all the ten minute gaps all day. I started it at midnight on Tuesday, and in theory was supposed to have written an essay on it by three o clock today. I've had about nine hours sleep in the past 24 hours.

HUGE stressful confusion over my tute this week, cos I accidentally managed to swap my tute from Friday to Thursday. I talked to some guys in my class about swapping cos Rosie's gonna be here on Friday when my tute was. But I realised that there was no way I could get an essay done for Thursday. Unfortunately, one of the guys had taken my vague 'I might wanna swap tutes' as an 'I have swapped tutes' and he thought that he was going to get the Friday tute... I sent him an e-mail that didn't get through and...stuff. So then I had to e-mail my tutor to explain that neither of us were in a position to hand in an essay today, and... he wasn't impressed. In my stress over this I managed to accidentally skip a class for my other tutor this afternoon. And when I went to speak to him at two o clock, and make another arangement, he asked what time our compulsory lectures are... and I had to admit that they're two o clock on a thursday. I haven't been to a lecture in weeks. Got to much work to do to go to lectures....
Essay now due nine o clock tomorrow. Which is doable. I'm gonna try and give it in this evening instead.
And I don't know my words or my songs for the show I'm doing tonight.

And gyah, my birthday weekend. There's something about my birthday. It's ALWAYS bad timing. I dunno how I do it... I went back to London, kinda hoping for a break. But... I'd blocked out all the things in about life at home which were stressing me out - illness of grandparents, brokeness of parents, fucked-up-ness of friends - and of course there they all were to greet me. Waving little flags and and jumping up and down to catch my attention. My gran was hospitalised (again) on the Saturday, my pregnant cousin - well, I thought at the time that she'd had a miscariage on the Sunday, when she was visiting. Turns out she hadn't, it's just that she has two wombs, and the OTHER one was on its period... But she didn't know that til yesterday. And it was sooo stressy. And then I got back on Sunday night, and I did have a good night out with my mates, but I felt cheated of my weekend.

And I haven't been to Tescos for about three weeks. Lunch today is half a can of tinned fruit. Supper is going to have to be 'borrowed' pasta, I suspect...

And Jude the Obscure is a seriously depressing book.

The only good thing is that after today, things should ease up again. And Rosie's coming down tomorrow. And at least Arsenal didn't lose the football....

Comments

[ladydewinter.livejournal.com]

Poor you... *hugs*

I have never read Jude the Obscure - I only watched the movie. Which I thought was very depressing.

[opportunemoment.livejournal.com]

... oh, sweetie. I mean, I know I knew all this, but... as you say, gyah.

[lucy-lupin.livejournal.com]

{{Jessie}} I hope everything works out for the rest of your family health-wise and for you in terms of everything else. People forget how stressful it can be "just being a student." My southern hemisphere friends are cruising because they've finished their courses for the year, but my northern hemisphere friends are similarly rushed.

From Mo

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So, is this Ruthie or Bobby who has 2 wombs?

Re: From Mo

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Ruthie

Mo

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