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Thursday 25.3.04 | I need something explaining to me. Why is it, that whenever I go clubbing, I get deeply philosophical? There is something about the combination of alcohol and seeing lots of people shake their stuff in an enclosed space that always makes me wonder, mostly quite drunkenly, what it's all about. I do it without fail when I'm in King's Union, because there's an indescribably beautiful view of the Thames at Westminster and over Waterloo Bridge, and because it's at night, it makes it all the more heartbreakingly lovely. Friday 26.3.04 CALL me Monsieur Fromageux, but I got the DVD of Titanic out last night because I haven't seen it since it came out in 1997 (I was 15. Ugh.) The love story really doesn't get any less revolting over the years, and the voices echoing when they're in the lifeboats far out at sea must have been an embarrassing mistake, but apart from that, it's not a bad film. Worth watching for the special effects, at least. I can tell that today is going to be unproductive. I just know it. Sunday 28.3.04 DAY of reasonable nothingness. Got up late (even discounting the hour going forward, which, of course, Anna and I forgot about and only realised when phoned and reminded) and have been pottering about, trying to write an article for The Economist to enter a competition of theirs. Is problematic as my argument is largely based on economics, which, as regular readers may know, I understand less than your average 3-year-old. Oh well, will just have to blag it somehow. Monday 29.3.04 OK, so here's my latest problem. On Thursday 29th April, I will pick up an exam paper from the German Dept. It is a 'take-home' paper - three exams to be written from it over the weekend of the 1st/2nd May. On Friday 30th April, however, is my French oral exam, which takes about 24 hours' advance preparation. Then the Monday 3rd May is a bank holiday, so the chances are that I won't have any access to the libraries I need to write the damn take-home paper. It's due in on the 4th, the Tuesday, at 5pm. In other words, 24 hours of my precious time is rudely obliterated by my French oral exam, with no chance of rearranging it, understandably. Even if, EVEN IF I managed to get an extension for the hand-in date for the take-home paper (yeah right) it would be pointless, because I have a Use of French exam on the Wednesday 5th. Methinks that might be a bit of a stressful week. I have also just bought a copy of Mein Kampf -in English, I should add, as I've heard the German's just impenetrable- because I've got to read bits of it for a coursework I'm writing, and I think, having a German degree as I presumably will in several months, I should probably have read it. Perhaps not one to take with me on the Circle Line, though. Hmm. | ||
