There's a message on my Dashboard saying that image uploads are going through maintenance 20th October. This is good news for me because then it means I can show you pictures of my weekend. Facebook hasn't been cooperating with photo uploads either, so let's hope that gets resolved quickly too.
This morning, I completely forgot about the creative writing assignment I had to do. The assignment was to take a newspaper article and write a short fiction based on it. Whatever happened in the article had to happen in London (the name of the course is officially Creative Writing About London). Except . . . I forgot given the fact that I was traveling last weekend. In any case, I got through class without doing it and it worked so far. I compensated by talking a lot. Let's hope it balances.
I was so sleepy during that class that I took a nap during the break. I also decided that I wanted to skip my internship class, which would include a lecturer trying to do something she doesn't understand because the students who speak up about anything don't explain anything properly. There is that tension between teacher that wants to genuinely help you and show you that the course is worth something and the arrogant American students that say "Well, I already know all this, so what do I care?"
Yeah, I wasn't going to that. On my way home, I stopped at Ryman's which sells stationary and looked at journals because I've only been here a month and already my paper journal is halfway done. So I'm going to need another journal within the next month. And not just any journal. Oh no. I'm picky about what I write in. So I'm going to do some serious looking around before I find what I want. The paper size and line width must meet certain requirements, there should be a lack of margin lines, preferably not spiral bound and resembles a book, and within a certain price range. Preferably under 4 quid but will pay 5 quid if I really really like it. Anything over is just ridiculous. Also finally bought milk on the way home. Go me.
Besides, I have three weeks of journals for two classes to write, a paper due next Wednesday, and a surprising amount of procrastination to get done. So when I got home, after I ate lunch, I went online. Attempted to upload photos again and failed (because the uploading bar stops about 5/8 of the way through. Facebook chatted with Sarah about nonsense and OSU. Downloaded a bunch of e-readings for my essay to read over, wrote my initial thoughts about the essay topic to discuss, completed my creative writing journal, started my internship reflection journal, Oscar came over, did some more surfing, caught up on my YouTube subscriptions, and then Oscar pointed out that Cieron is mentioned more than him on my blog. Hence the previous post.
For dinner, I started to fry some vegetables and sausages, cooked noodles, and added the tomato sauce to the vegetables and meat. Heated that up and sprinkled with the last of my shredded cheese. Couldn't eat it all because it was a frickin' huge amount of pasta, so I split it up into my three tupperware containers. Will eat them for leftovers at work and such in the next few days.
While I was making dinner, Oscar returned to his room. I visited for a bit, but he was mostly sleeping. And I was coloring (what can I say? I wasn't dragging my computer six floors. Besides, stress relief). On my way back up, I encountered Denise and followed her to Cieron's room where Francie, Lynn, Cieron, and Denise were drinking before going out. I hung about for a while just because. Cieron was watching a live Arsenal game on the computer, the others were fairly tipsy if not drunk and just talking. I listened in, didn't contribute much. Left a few minutes before they probably did.
Back in my room, watched an episode of a show called Single Father on the BBC iPlayer. It was interesting -- about a fairly large family. The mother, Rita, was biking to an important exam when she's hit and killed by a police car. There's lots of drama with the oldest daughter, Lucy, who's fifteen and apparently from a previous relationship of Rita's? I just know that Dave, the main character, is not her father and after Rita dies, she stopped going to school. Oh, the drama. Drama Drama Drama. Where's the Drama Llama? Drama Llama would be all over that show. There's also issues regarding Rita's sister, Anna, who I'm not sure about but the guy named Paul, either Rita's brother or her brother-in-law, seems kind of iffy too. And then Dave and his wife's best friend kissed (oh no!) and that's how the episode ended. Drama Llama.
So yes, today had a lot of procrastination, but I also did more homework that I did the past three weeks combined.
Also, I got home and I was sitting for a bit when it started to rain. I didn't notice it was so cloudy outside because it was really sunny earlier today. But there was this strange cloud that hovered over London and I got cool view of the cloud edge and then I was disappointed I wouldn't be able to see the rainbow. But then I got over myself and texted Oscar to come hang out with me.
I don't feel like I accomplished much, but I do feel better about the essay now that I have my initial thoughts down. Now I just have to take ideas from other people and incorporate my ideas with their ideas and take the child of those two ideas and run with it. I shall sprint like my little brother at a meet!! (Watch out, Adam)
Today while coloring, I made Jasmine a burnette and Ariel and blonde. Why yes, I do color inside the lines. But who said I had to obey by the rules?
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