hobbit_feets: (cat || bookworm)
I've been dreadful at updating of late, but I figured, being as I am doing the whole, 'exciting term abroad' whatsit, this would be an ideal opportunity to get back into it.

I flew on on Monday-slash-Tuesday.  Which is to say, because of the magic of time differences, I left Monday morning, and arrived Tuesday morning.  The flights went smoothly, I helped my companion navigate the airport and subsequently the train station, and felt very competent, and we got into the university at about ten.  Following this comparatively smooth arrival, I:

             ~ discovered a man sleeping illicitly in my room
             ~ was responsible for accidentally blowing out the electricity for the entire floor
             ~ trekked across campus four times in my quest to acquire internet
             ~ acquired internet!
             ~ conducted a rudimentary shop to acquire such necessities as tea, bread, and ginger beer
 
The next day I went into the city for a mobile phone, a towel, an alarm clock to replace the one I killed in blowing out the floor's electricity, etc.  It took a great deal of wandering around and getting lost, but eventually I got where I wanted to go, and felt v. accomplished in the doing.  Lancaster, for all people have called it a small town, is actually a decently sized city.  British traffic still terrifies me, but I have four months to get used to it, I suppose.  After I got back from my errands, I met some of the other people here on the ISP, and was invited out for drinks with them and a score and some of my other coursemates.  We descended upon one of the campus pubs in a wave of Americans, and lavished our money upon the long-suffering bartender, Joe.  Whilst there, we were joined by Davey, whom a few other the others had met already.  Davey is a member of staff who used to lecture in film history, a Cornish bloke in his forties with a shaved head, an ankh dangling from one ear, a pentacle from the other, fingers bedecked with rings, and a fantastic sense of humour.  He took particular bemused delight in poking at my accent, which I can already hear shifting.  I found someone whom I was able to drunkenly bitch with about how no-one uses the past perfect anymore.  So clearly I will not be lacking for good company for this first month.

And then this morning, we had a bit of an orientation, got our course packets and reading material, found out what exactly we'd be studying and what will be expected of us.  I am geekily incredibly excited, because research!  ~Annotated bibliographies!  Critical reading!  Classes proper will start on Monday; in addition to lectures and seminars, we've a weekly field trip.  This week we're going to the Lake District to see Dove Cottage.  Should be awesomefab.

Later I will do pictures of my room and the campus.  I'm learning my way around the campus, and I must say, I quite like it.  It's not one of your old English universities-- built in the 60's-- but it's still full of odd underpasses and snickelways and things, which are very much to my liking.
hobbit_feets: (cat || bookworm)
I've been dreadful at updating of late, but I figured, being as I am doing the whole, 'exciting term abroad' whatsit, this would be an ideal opportunity to get back into it.

I flew on on Monday-slash-Tuesday.  Which is to say, because of the magic of time differences, I left Monday morning, and arrived Tuesday morning.  The flights went smoothly, I helped my companion navigate the airport and subsequently the train station, and felt very competent, and we got into the university at about ten.  Following this comparatively smooth arrival, I:

             ~ discovered a man sleeping illicitly in my room
             ~ was responsible for accidentally blowing out the electricity for the entire floor
             ~ trekked across campus four times in my quest to acquire internet
             ~ acquired internet!
             ~ conducted a rudimentary shop to acquire such necessities as tea, bread, and ginger beer
 
The next day I went into the city for a mobile phone, a towel, an alarm clock to replace the one I killed in blowing out the floor's electricity, etc.  It took a great deal of wandering around and getting lost, but eventually I got where I wanted to go, and felt v. accomplished in the doing.  Lancaster, for all people have called it a small town, is actually a decently sized city.  British traffic still terrifies me, but I have four months to get used to it, I suppose.  After I got back from my errands, I met some of the other people here on the ISP, and was invited out for drinks with them and a score and some of my other coursemates.  We descended upon one of the campus pubs in a wave of Americans, and lavished our money upon the long-suffering bartender, Joe.  Whilst there, we were joined by Davey, whom a few other the others had met already.  Davey is a member of staff who used to lecture in film history, a Cornish bloke in his forties with a shaved head, an ankh dangling from one ear, a pentacle from the other, fingers bedecked with rings, and a fantastic sense of humour.  He took particular bemused delight in poking at my accent, which I can already hear shifting.  I found someone whom I was able to drunkenly bitch with about how no-one uses the past perfect anymore.  So clearly I will not be lacking for good company for this first month.

And then this morning, we had a bit of an orientation, got our course packets and reading material, found out what exactly we'd be studying and what will be expected of us.  I am geekily incredibly excited, because research!  ~Annotated bibliographies!  Critical reading!  Classes proper will start on Monday; in addition to lectures and seminars, we've a weekly field trip.  This week we're going to the Lake District to see Dove Cottage.  Should be awesomefab.

Later I will do pictures of my room and the campus.  I'm learning my way around the campus, and I must say, I quite like it.  It's not one of your old English universities-- built in the 60's-- but it's still full of odd underpasses and snickelways and things, which are very much to my liking.
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || raaaaaaage)
Those of you who follow me on Twitter may be aware that I am taking a class on John Milton's works this semester, and that the man who teaches that course is mad, senile, apparently wishes to repress any tendency on the part of the class to think for itself, and doesn't know what literary analysis means. He is incapable of sticking to a point, never discusses the class readings, and his lectures meander in a labyrinthine fashion which suggests that even he has no idea what he's saying. He also has a habit of interjecting bizarre and insulting comments regarding politics and the supposed religious background of the class into his lectures. Today, naturally, he had to talk about the death of Osama bin Laden and what Milton would have thought of that.

Here is a transcript from Twitter, featuring my bitching, with cameos from [livejournal.com profile] platoapproved  and [livejournal.com profile] brewsternorth  .



epic facepalming under the cut )
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || raaaaaaage)
Those of you who follow me on Twitter may be aware that I am taking a class on John Milton's works this semester, and that the man who teaches that course is mad, senile, apparently wishes to repress any tendency on the part of the class to think for itself, and doesn't know what literary analysis means. He is incapable of sticking to a point, never discusses the class readings, and his lectures meander in a labyrinthine fashion which suggests that even he has no idea what he's saying. He also has a habit of interjecting bizarre and insulting comments regarding politics and the supposed religious background of the class into his lectures. Today, naturally, he had to talk about the death of Osama bin Laden and what Milton would have thought of that.

Here is a transcript from Twitter, featuring my bitching, with cameos from [livejournal.com profile] platoapproved  and [livejournal.com profile] brewsternorth  .



epic facepalming under the cut )
hobbit_feets: (log || a brand new day (you're fucked))
Gosh, it has been a dashed long time since I've posted anything; I bet all you poor sods on my f'list are just lolling about so sadly, waiting for me to update.

The first matter!  It is far past time for my Yuletide reveal, and most of you already know what my fic is, but for posterity's sake:

The Existing Scheme of Things
a Doctor Who and The Worst Journey in the World fanfiction

I wrote this for my partner in crime, the effervescent [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , and, though I do tend generally to be pleased with the things I come out with for Yuletide, I am, I admit, particularly happy with this one.  Perhaps the combination of Who and Worst Journey is just so delightful that it renders me a mass of fannish joy, even when I'm the one writing it.  It is also, at 6,580 words, the longest thing I've written and actually posted in a damn long time, and I don't think it wastes any of those words.

Other than Yuletide, my life lately has been all about school, and getting myself to England next year.  As some of you probably know, I'm attempting to get to the UK to study abroad next semester, but for various reasons, have had difficulty with this.  However!  I have talked to the relevant people and written highly impressive and unnecessary essays, and am currently in the process of applying to Lancaster University for the autumn term of next year.  Excite! 

As far as school is concerned, my classes run thus:

Moral Problems in Contemporary Society

Linguistic Analysis

Modern Literary Theory and Criticism

Milton and the Century of Revolution

Intermediate Finnish


There is lots of reading of theory and philosophy and quite a few papers to write, but I am, all in all, keeping well on top of things, and feel much improved from last semester.  The only class out of these which has proven to be a disappointment is the Milton one (and a bitter disappointment, because I love Milton, he's crazy), as my lecturer rambles in the most hideous, unfocussed fashion, and comes out with bizarrely offensive and generalising statements about the class on a regular basis.  I have no idea how he expects us to write the term paper when we never actually discuss the poems and pamphlets we're supposed to be reading in class.  Lit Crit and Theory is awesome as expected-- Qadri, the bloke who teaches it, is one of my favourite professors I've had at the U.  He's all sorts of awesome and will intellectually beat you about the ears.  Rather amusingly, the fellow who teaches Linguistic Analysis is a laconic, sardonic French Canadian man who wears Star Wars t-shirts.  A good combination, I think.
hobbit_feets: (log || a brand new day (you're fucked))
Gosh, it has been a dashed long time since I've posted anything; I bet all you poor sods on my f'list are just lolling about so sadly, waiting for me to update.

The first matter!  It is far past time for my Yuletide reveal, and most of you already know what my fic is, but for posterity's sake:

The Existing Scheme of Things
a Doctor Who and The Worst Journey in the World fanfiction

I wrote this for my partner in crime, the effervescent [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , and, though I do tend generally to be pleased with the things I come out with for Yuletide, I am, I admit, particularly happy with this one.  Perhaps the combination of Who and Worst Journey is just so delightful that it renders me a mass of fannish joy, even when I'm the one writing it.  It is also, at 6,580 words, the longest thing I've written and actually posted in a damn long time, and I don't think it wastes any of those words.

Other than Yuletide, my life lately has been all about school, and getting myself to England next year.  As some of you probably know, I'm attempting to get to the UK to study abroad next semester, but for various reasons, have had difficulty with this.  However!  I have talked to the relevant people and written highly impressive and unnecessary essays, and am currently in the process of applying to Lancaster University for the autumn term of next year.  Excite! 

As far as school is concerned, my classes run thus:

Moral Problems in Contemporary Society

Linguistic Analysis

Modern Literary Theory and Criticism

Milton and the Century of Revolution

Intermediate Finnish


There is lots of reading of theory and philosophy and quite a few papers to write, but I am, all in all, keeping well on top of things, and feel much improved from last semester.  The only class out of these which has proven to be a disappointment is the Milton one (and a bitter disappointment, because I love Milton, he's crazy), as my lecturer rambles in the most hideous, unfocussed fashion, and comes out with bizarrely offensive and generalising statements about the class on a regular basis.  I have no idea how he expects us to write the term paper when we never actually discuss the poems and pamphlets we're supposed to be reading in class.  Lit Crit and Theory is awesome as expected-- Qadri, the bloke who teaches it, is one of my favourite professors I've had at the U.  He's all sorts of awesome and will intellectually beat you about the ears.  Rather amusingly, the fellow who teaches Linguistic Analysis is a laconic, sardonic French Canadian man who wears Star Wars t-shirts.  A good combination, I think.
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || you pretty painted butterflies)
Having had-- as those of you on Twitter may be aware-- a minor panic yesterday over the state of my schoolwork and the future possibilities which hinge thereupon, I now have assembled a *~list~* of productive things which I am going to do in order to improve this state of affairs.  Thus, a list!  I think, given that it is not yet noon, the number I things I have accomplished is admirable.

Things wot I have done today

1. Contacted Linguistics professor in re. test and possible ways to up my GPA
2. Made appointment with student health clinic
3. Made appointment with English advisor
4. Called homeopath
5. Contacted Professor Matsumoto in re. grades/upping of GPA

Things wot I need to do

1. Call Shelly whatserfoot in re. Study Abroad
2. Sell CDs
3. Study the everloving flip out of my Linguistics

Things wot I do not need to do but have done anyway

1. Painted my nails
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || you pretty painted butterflies)
Having had-- as those of you on Twitter may be aware-- a minor panic yesterday over the state of my schoolwork and the future possibilities which hinge thereupon, I now have assembled a *~list~* of productive things which I am going to do in order to improve this state of affairs.  Thus, a list!  I think, given that it is not yet noon, the number I things I have accomplished is admirable.

Things wot I have done today

1. Contacted Linguistics professor in re. test and possible ways to up my GPA
2. Made appointment with student health clinic
3. Made appointment with English advisor
4. Called homeopath
5. Contacted Professor Matsumoto in re. grades/upping of GPA

Things wot I need to do

1. Call Shelly whatserfoot in re. Study Abroad
2. Sell CDs
3. Study the everloving flip out of my Linguistics

Things wot I do not need to do but have done anyway

1. Painted my nails
hobbit_feets: (tdw || the hanged woman)
I HAVE COME UP WITH AN INGENIOUS PLAN.

Tomorrow, I have an unexpected final exam.  By 'unexpected,' I mean that I had assumed it would be during finals week, as one would, and found out yesterday that no, in fact, it's on Thursday.  'Well,' said I to myself, 'Pants, double pants, arse, bollocks, and wank, and other sundry expletives.  Ah well, at least this gives me a day more than I devoted to studying for my mid-term.'  So I set about writing up a study guide.  It was as I was finishing this task tonight that the aforesaid ingenious plan occurred to me.  The professor for this class sends out lecture notes before each class, two or three pages long, so we have a good idea of what we'll be discussing, etc.  I recorded myself reading a few of these out loud, and now, voilà, I have a convenient, compressed history lecture to listen to as I fall asleep.  When I take my exam tomorrow morning, my knowledge of the Charles I's Personal Rule, the Long Parliament, the English Civil War, the Restoration, the succession of James II, and his subsequent deposition in the Glorious Revolution had better be damn well encyclopaedic.

I feel a Devil's Whore icon is apropos for the occasion.
hobbit_feets: (tdw || the hanged woman)
I HAVE COME UP WITH AN INGENIOUS PLAN.

Tomorrow, I have an unexpected final exam.  By 'unexpected,' I mean that I had assumed it would be during finals week, as one would, and found out yesterday that no, in fact, it's on Thursday.  'Well,' said I to myself, 'Pants, double pants, arse, bollocks, and wank, and other sundry expletives.  Ah well, at least this gives me a day more than I devoted to studying for my mid-term.'  So I set about writing up a study guide.  It was as I was finishing this task tonight that the aforesaid ingenious plan occurred to me.  The professor for this class sends out lecture notes before each class, two or three pages long, so we have a good idea of what we'll be discussing, etc.  I recorded myself reading a few of these out loud, and now, voilà, I have a convenient, compressed history lecture to listen to as I fall asleep.  When I take my exam tomorrow morning, my knowledge of the Charles I's Personal Rule, the Long Parliament, the English Civil War, the Restoration, the succession of James II, and his subsequent deposition in the Glorious Revolution had better be damn well encyclopaedic.

I feel a Devil's Whore icon is apropos for the occasion.
hobbit_feets: (r&g || better than no life at all)
So, I went to talk to my advisor today, about studying abroad and changing my major, and figuring out how to fit these things into the next two years so that I can still graduate on time.  It was my intention to switch my Theatre major to a minor, and add an English major and Linguistics minor.  However, as I want to study abroad for a semester, certain concessions had to be made in the interests of time, and I've now dropped my Theatre studies entirely.

I'm mildly terrified.

It's entirely illogical, but not unlike the feeling I had when I dropped out of Morris.  In that instance. it was the fact that I couldn't conceive of myself as anything other than a student- what the hell was I if I dropped out of school?  But I did drop out, and thank god for that.  Here, so much of my self-identity is rooted in being a theatre person that the notion of not having some kind of academic emphasis in theatre is scary, but honestly, I haven't really been able to get into the theatre department here.  Or I don't feel like I have, anyway.  I feel very much an outsider, just poking at it and hoping something will stick, and I figure, hell, why do that when I can study other things, and then later, once I move to England, I can attend a proper acting school and do it all at once.  And even all that aside, it's silly to think that somehow I stop being a theatre person because I've dropped the major.  I am going to be a theatre person no-matter what I study; it's a bit too late to do anything about that now.

On a more cheery note- I shan't be able to study abroad next year, which is what I'd hoped for, because of my Finnish classes, but first semester of my senior year is on.  And there's a sociolinguistics programme through King's College London which sounds brilliant.
hobbit_feets: (r&g || better than no life at all)
So, I went to talk to my advisor today, about studying abroad and changing my major, and figuring out how to fit these things into the next two years so that I can still graduate on time.  It was my intention to switch my Theatre major to a minor, and add an English major and Linguistics minor.  However, as I want to study abroad for a semester, certain concessions had to be made in the interests of time, and I've now dropped my Theatre studies entirely.

I'm mildly terrified.

It's entirely illogical, but not unlike the feeling I had when I dropped out of Morris.  In that instance. it was the fact that I couldn't conceive of myself as anything other than a student- what the hell was I if I dropped out of school?  But I did drop out, and thank god for that.  Here, so much of my self-identity is rooted in being a theatre person that the notion of not having some kind of academic emphasis in theatre is scary, but honestly, I haven't really been able to get into the theatre department here.  Or I don't feel like I have, anyway.  I feel very much an outsider, just poking at it and hoping something will stick, and I figure, hell, why do that when I can study other things, and then later, once I move to England, I can attend a proper acting school and do it all at once.  And even all that aside, it's silly to think that somehow I stop being a theatre person because I've dropped the major.  I am going to be a theatre person no-matter what I study; it's a bit too late to do anything about that now.

On a more cheery note- I shan't be able to study abroad next year, which is what I'd hoped for, because of my Finnish classes, but first semester of my senior year is on.  And there's a sociolinguistics programme through King's College London which sounds brilliant.
hobbit_feets: (r&g || sycophants?  us?  never)
I am taking a leaf out of [livejournal.com profile] alycorn 's book and making a list of things I need to get done today.  Perhaps it will help me get motivated to actually do them, because right now my bed is soft and warm and I could just snuggle back into it and be perfectly content.

- Get dressed  Jeans, Van Gogh shirt, floppy knit cap
- Eat.  Something
- Go to the school store and get watercolours, so as to:
- Finish my costuming sketches
- Go to Finnish, and remember to bring textbook
- Get conditioner.  Also possibly apples
- Call the census guy back and inquire after testing days 2:30 on Thursday, bitches!
- Continue with mad progress made on room cleaning on Saturday
- Read thing for Gay Theatre class
- Look up the two books for my term paper for Early Modern Britain
- Go to the bank to deposit cheques, also the ziplock bags of change I've accumulated.
- Shower
- Do laundry
hobbit_feets: (r&g || sycophants?  us?  never)
I am taking a leaf out of [livejournal.com profile] alycorn 's book and making a list of things I need to get done today.  Perhaps it will help me get motivated to actually do them, because right now my bed is soft and warm and I could just snuggle back into it and be perfectly content.

- Get dressed  Jeans, Van Gogh shirt, floppy knit cap
- Eat.  Something
- Go to the school store and get watercolours, so as to:
- Finish my costuming sketches
- Go to Finnish, and remember to bring textbook
- Get conditioner.  Also possibly apples
- Call the census guy back and inquire after testing days 2:30 on Thursday, bitches!
- Continue with mad progress made on room cleaning on Saturday
- Read thing for Gay Theatre class
- Look up the two books for my term paper for Early Modern Britain
- Go to the bank to deposit cheques, also the ziplock bags of change I've accumulated.
- Shower
- Do laundry
hobbit_feets: (potc || buttonf with an f)
I did this meme once before, and, being myself, only ever ended up talking about two of the words I was given.  Seeing it then posted on another friend's journal, I determined to take the opportunity to do the damn thing properly.  Sod this starting things and not finishing them lark, that's what I say!

So! [livejournal.com profile] dragonessa24 gave me the words Delgado!Master, ginger, student life, Lolita, Culumacilinte

Read more... )

hobbit_feets: (potc || buttonf with an f)
I did this meme once before, and, being myself, only ever ended up talking about two of the words I was given.  Seeing it then posted on another friend's journal, I determined to take the opportunity to do the damn thing properly.  Sod this starting things and not finishing them lark, that's what I say!

So! [livejournal.com profile] dragonessa24 gave me the words Delgado!Master, ginger, student life, Lolita, Culumacilinte

Read more... )

hobbit_feets: (qi || american of the intelligent sort)
So, I am bad at updating, we know this.  However!  As things in this old life of mine are getting going, I felt that a bit of an update would not be amiss.

First of all, exciting news, school is starting in... Christ, three days.  I have not been in school since... the 26th of November or so, that's nigh on ten months.  But I'm definitely looking forward to it.  Having been in school all my life, this long without is weird, and it's been good, definitely, I am nothing if not thankful that I had the sense to drop out when I did, but I'm ready to go back.  I'm in the process of getting all my books, getting ready, etc etc.  I was thinking, the other day, what I miss most about school, and it occurred to me that it's the fact that school provides one with constant, changing, and mostly-attainable goals.  There's always something to work for, to strive for, something to do.  Whereas over the past months there have been goals, certainly, they have either been of a rather abstracted nature- go job hunting today, finish a fic- or small- make dinner, clean your room- nothing to really give one a sense of forward motion.

That and the intellectual stimulation.  God, I miss having to use my brain.  And people too, though I am a bit nervous as to my ability to make good friends.  I didn't quite manage it up at Morris- which is to say I made plenty of friends, but no real good ones.  There's only one with whom I still talk, and that's only occasionally.  But I'd really like to be a part of one of those groups of college kids one sees around Stadium Village or Dinkytown; as is, I see people a decent amount, but they're all old friends from high school.  I want more people, to do more things with.

Secondly, having been recently diagnosed with ADHD (the inattentive variety, to be specific- I am most adamantly not one of those hyperactive, bouncing off the walls types), about a week ago, I started taking the drug Concerta in an attempt to combat this.  A bit of a step for me, as I am ordinarily staunchly against medicating, believing that in, the main, the body and the will can accomplish what they need to without the assistance of drugs.  Int his instance, however, I figured that hell, why not?  If it helps, fab, if not, I'll stop.  Right now?  It's doing nothing.  No help, no ill side effects, I might as well be taking sugar pills.  Going back to the doctor's (and I totally just capitalised that.  *facepalm*) at the end of the month, so hopefully I'll be able to get my hands on a higher dosage, or something

Finally, ficcage.  In my constant myriad of things that need writing, I have two which I must get done sooner rather than later.  One, my remix fic for best_enemies.  This shouldn't be so difficult, I know what I want to do, how I'm structuring the remix, I just need to sit down and hammer out a rough draft, and then I can refine it.  I'm bad at that, though.

Two, my unnamed Delgado/Eleven epic.  I submitted it for beta ages ago and got it back and did fiddly editing, and then went 'Fuck, I have to build tension.  And write a chase scene.  Dammit.'  And it's sort of been sitting untouched since then.  But!  I recently figured out how do to what I needed to do, so I can write it!  Finally!  Hurrah!  I have faith in my abilities to actually sit down and write something for once.  Watch me go!
hobbit_feets: (qi || american of the intelligent sort)
So, I am bad at updating, we know this.  However!  As things in this old life of mine are getting going, I felt that a bit of an update would not be amiss.

First of all, exciting news, school is starting in... Christ, three days.  I have not been in school since... the 26th of November or so, that's nigh on ten months.  But I'm definitely looking forward to it.  Having been in school all my life, this long without is weird, and it's been good, definitely, I am nothing if not thankful that I had the sense to drop out when I did, but I'm ready to go back.  I'm in the process of getting all my books, getting ready, etc etc.  I was thinking, the other day, what I miss most about school, and it occurred to me that it's the fact that school provides one with constant, changing, and mostly-attainable goals.  There's always something to work for, to strive for, something to do.  Whereas over the past months there have been goals, certainly, they have either been of a rather abstracted nature- go job hunting today, finish a fic- or small- make dinner, clean your room- nothing to really give one a sense of forward motion.

That and the intellectual stimulation.  God, I miss having to use my brain.  And people too, though I am a bit nervous as to my ability to make good friends.  I didn't quite manage it up at Morris- which is to say I made plenty of friends, but no real good ones.  There's only one with whom I still talk, and that's only occasionally.  But I'd really like to be a part of one of those groups of college kids one sees around Stadium Village or Dinkytown; as is, I see people a decent amount, but they're all old friends from high school.  I want more people, to do more things with.

Secondly, having been recently diagnosed with ADHD (the inattentive variety, to be specific- I am most adamantly not one of those hyperactive, bouncing off the walls types), about a week ago, I started taking the drug Concerta in an attempt to combat this.  A bit of a step for me, as I am ordinarily staunchly against medicating, believing that in, the main, the body and the will can accomplish what they need to without the assistance of drugs.  Int his instance, however, I figured that hell, why not?  If it helps, fab, if not, I'll stop.  Right now?  It's doing nothing.  No help, no ill side effects, I might as well be taking sugar pills.  Going back to the doctor's (and I totally just capitalised that.  *facepalm*) at the end of the month, so hopefully I'll be able to get my hands on a higher dosage, or something

Finally, ficcage.  In my constant myriad of things that need writing, I have two which I must get done sooner rather than later.  One, my remix fic for best_enemies.  This shouldn't be so difficult, I know what I want to do, how I'm structuring the remix, I just need to sit down and hammer out a rough draft, and then I can refine it.  I'm bad at that, though.

Two, my unnamed Delgado/Eleven epic.  I submitted it for beta ages ago and got it back and did fiddly editing, and then went 'Fuck, I have to build tension.  And write a chase scene.  Dammit.'  And it's sort of been sitting untouched since then.  But!  I recently figured out how do to what I needed to do, so I can write it!  Finally!  Hurrah!  I have faith in my abilities to actually sit down and write something for once.  Watch me go!
hobbit_feets: (f & l || stephen motherfucking fry)
Once again, I have got myself into the habit of not attending classes and not doing homework.  This is inexcusable.  It will not continue.  This is all I have to say.
hobbit_feets: (f & l || stephen motherfucking fry)
Once again, I have got myself into the habit of not attending classes and not doing homework.  This is inexcusable.  It will not continue.  This is all I have to say.

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