GIP

Have already been on the internet this morning, which makes me feel strange, as I am tireder than tired.

This is a GIP.

Thank you to tobiascharity and speccygeekgirl. I belong to an odd set of fandoms.

Will try to make some of them myself later on when I've got the modem firmly attached to my own computer.

Camping

Don't ask me why I'm updating. Maybe to keep _detroit amused, god knows. No-one's around - they're all at [insert language], so I'm alone and still tired. Have just been informed when my French oral is. It's on Thursday, 8th May, at 10.30 am, in case I forget. I can't believe the sheer volume of questions I have to learn the answers to, on the off-chance I will be asked any of them, and the bit that really grates is the fact I am never going to go to France and have someone ask me, "So, what do you think are the advantages and disadvantages of camping?"

And then there's the role play, but I won't even get into that. When I was doing the mock, I got the worst one of the fourteen possibilities. Yuk. And then there's the fact this is the real thing, and apparently they haven't decided whether they're entering me for Foundation or Higher. The word "Higher" is scary, but "Foundation" is even scarier. If that makes a lick of sense. It does to me.

The only good thing about the oral is the fact it will be over by the ninth. We're going to London, whoo-hoo. I won't get excited about it until I walk out the holding room on the Thursday morning. Why do they call it the "holding room?" It sounds like prison.

Anyway. Yes, London. We're going to see a bunch of shows, and going on the London Eye, and we get free time to do whatever, and it will all be fun. I just wish the exams were all over, or, maybe, they could put them next week, and that way we could just get them over with and that would be the end of it. But no.

May, and June, which will have beautiful weather because of its being my GCSE year. I can just picture powder-blue skies and flowing cherry blossom, and a warm, stuff, darkened centenary hall, with its minimalist approach to education - one pen, one pencil, two years of work, two hours, you start... now.

This is getting maudlin. I plan to leave the country after they're all over, anyway. Will be back by the last week of August, when I will take Nupur with me and pick up my results.

Tired now.

Scent

cucharita does not like Scent. She thinks it has too many "enjambements. No, not enjambements. The opposite to that."
Caesuras?
Anyway. She does not like it. Wants more flagrant porn. Anyway, Bryanny (sp?) is going to hate it.
I am slightly offended because it's my favourite of everything I've written.
Anyway. I think this deserves the fun icon to assuage my sense of being offended-ness.
Seriously, though.
Ugh. History next.
That reminds me... I need to send my entire complement of M*A*S*H slash to lily_angel. Apparently I've been more prolific that I thought. Eleven completed fics since Novemeber, although two of them are very very short.
That's it, no time for any more.

[Edit: Could I have said "anyway" more times in this post?]

My fandom...

The evening passes so quickly. I always feel I should have done more, been more productive, but it's all gone, here is gone.
I need another hour or three in the day. I need many, many more hours in the night. I become productive when night falls. Maybe I have a nocturnal soul. I read and write and do the work I was supposed to do under cover of darkness. During daylight, I sit and complain about how tired I am.

I listen to different music after dark. This song has no effect on me during daylight, but after night falls it becomes one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard.

I have done some things tonight - just not many I planned to do. They won't make a lick of sense if you're not on the List.
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