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Thursday 11.9.03 | OK. I admit that Tuesday wasn't so bad after all. Far from being chewed up and spat out my my linguistics tutor, she seemed to actually like my essay (evidently the woman is on drugs, therefore: it is the only possible way you could have read what I lumped together and liked it) and I managed to find a(nother) flat! And rah, dahlings, forget shithole Kentish Town. I am moving to Notting Hill. Fnar. Sunday 14.9.03 HMM, Angelfire doesn't seem to be behaving itself. Put a post on here yesterday that has, erm, just disappeared. Most worrying. Anyway, 'twas not a very important one, just to say that I saw Phantom (and not Pantom, oh dear) on Thursday night, and it rocked. Much, much more worrying is the email I have just got from my French tutor, telling me that the final draft of my dissertation has to be in his inbox by Saturday in order to discuss it next week. Worst thing? I am sitting here, giggling wildly. There is no way on God's earth I can get it (re)written before then. Fuck. Tuesday 16.9.03 RIGHT. I know where this essay has got to get to (coherency, lucidity, good French blah are all the order of the day) but the real problem facing me and said essay is that it's crap from the first bonjour to the last merde. More problematic is the fact that I have forgotten all of my French. Literally. It seems I am in the dung. Anyway, moved into flat, rah, all is well. Just learned how to make the shower go hot (silly me was turning the hot tap, should have known the tepid water lurks in the one marked cold) and how to open the front door (always helpful.) So fnar. I am installed. | |||||||||
