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Jan. 13th, 2010 06:55 pmI have tried not to post this. In vain have I struggled. It will not do. The couple next door have the LOUDEST SEX EVER, OH MY GOD.
...thank you, I feel a lot better for getting that off my chest. Truthfully, I don't mind; the guy who lives across from me is a nice chap and I'm glad he has a lovely girlfriend, and she's apparently visiting from somewhere far away, so who can blame them, really. I'm just kind of glad she's not here all the time. Nice chap as he is, I don't need that particular conversation in my life.
(Oh, god, I don't think they know I'm here. Maybe I should go and make coffee really loudly. Or hoover my room.)
I blame the snow. I wish I could've stayed in bed all day, too! But, no, alas, for some reason I decided the thing to do was to be productive on, oh, no sleep at all, and as there weren't any buses (and I don't dare cycle - I keep watching people cycle over black ice with no helmets, and wondering just how charmed their lives are), I walked the three miles out to the careers service and then back again. It was a productive meeting, but everything is icy and gritless and cold, and it's amazing how much worse everything is on no sleep. It's fairy-tale pretty at the moment, falling very softly on the landscape, but, argh, I need to get over that landscape and go to classes occasionally.
In news entirely unrelated to this, I am currently agonising over whether or not to sign up for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
purimgifts. On the one hand, it sounds like fun, and just the sort of thing I need right now: yuletide got me to do a little writing at the end of last year, and in these trying times of excessive work, ficathons and gift exchanges are about the only way to get me to write anything. And it's hardly very onerous, in any case - three ficlets, none of which can be over a thousand words (and can be as short as three hundred) - and three graphics, which would give me the excuse to spend a happy evening on campus playing in Photoshop.
But. The theme is to write about women, or characters who are Jewish, or characters who have been persecuted by evil viziers. I have to admit, I don't think I know any fandoms with evil viziers. I could write about three women, but that doesn't seem to be in the spirit of the thing, somehow, and I'm wary of writing in other people's religious and cultural traditions. I mean, I am not Jewish. (I don't think this is a surprise to anyone.) I could research Judaism very thoroughly, but it's a gift exchange and I might still manage to get fail all over someone's holiday gift. Which would be bad, especially when it was supposed to be a present.
(Dittoeid_fic, even though I probably know more about Islam than Judaism. And there doesn't seem to be a Hindu equivalent. Is there a Hindu equivalent, all-knowing internets?)
Ack, I don't know. I really wish I could go back to bed and watch a lot of Deep Space Nine, but a) I don't actually have my DS9 DVDs and b) WORK, oh god. Theoretically I have an exam tomorrow. Snow makes all sorts of things theoretical.
...thank you, I feel a lot better for getting that off my chest. Truthfully, I don't mind; the guy who lives across from me is a nice chap and I'm glad he has a lovely girlfriend, and she's apparently visiting from somewhere far away, so who can blame them, really. I'm just kind of glad she's not here all the time. Nice chap as he is, I don't need that particular conversation in my life.
(Oh, god, I don't think they know I'm here. Maybe I should go and make coffee really loudly. Or hoover my room.)
I blame the snow. I wish I could've stayed in bed all day, too! But, no, alas, for some reason I decided the thing to do was to be productive on, oh, no sleep at all, and as there weren't any buses (and I don't dare cycle - I keep watching people cycle over black ice with no helmets, and wondering just how charmed their lives are), I walked the three miles out to the careers service and then back again. It was a productive meeting, but everything is icy and gritless and cold, and it's amazing how much worse everything is on no sleep. It's fairy-tale pretty at the moment, falling very softly on the landscape, but, argh, I need to get over that landscape and go to classes occasionally.
In news entirely unrelated to this, I am currently agonising over whether or not to sign up for
purimgifts. On the one hand, it sounds like fun, and just the sort of thing I need right now: yuletide got me to do a little writing at the end of last year, and in these trying times of excessive work, ficathons and gift exchanges are about the only way to get me to write anything. And it's hardly very onerous, in any case - three ficlets, none of which can be over a thousand words (and can be as short as three hundred) - and three graphics, which would give me the excuse to spend a happy evening on campus playing in Photoshop.But. The theme is to write about women, or characters who are Jewish, or characters who have been persecuted by evil viziers. I have to admit, I don't think I know any fandoms with evil viziers. I could write about three women, but that doesn't seem to be in the spirit of the thing, somehow, and I'm wary of writing in other people's religious and cultural traditions. I mean, I am not Jewish. (I don't think this is a surprise to anyone.) I could research Judaism very thoroughly, but it's a gift exchange and I might still manage to get fail all over someone's holiday gift. Which would be bad, especially when it was supposed to be a present.
(Ditto
eid_fic, even though I probably know more about Islam than Judaism. And there doesn't seem to be a Hindu equivalent. Is there a Hindu equivalent, all-knowing internets?)Ack, I don't know. I really wish I could go back to bed and watch a lot of Deep Space Nine, but a) I don't actually have my DS9 DVDs and b) WORK, oh god. Theoretically I have an exam tomorrow. Snow makes all sorts of things theoretical.
