Gag Me With A Spoon...
Thursday, 27 February 2003 01:03![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apollaNoisy Git downstairs now playing Led Zep. You know, I love Led Zeppelin, I really do, but I have absolutely NO desire to hear it secondhand through the floor. And to risk sounding like a boring anti-student sort, it's too sodding late to be playing music that loud. It's week seven for God's sake and the people downstairs are third years too. Don't they have work they should be doing?
Not that I'm one to talk. I barely managed an hour in the library today. Have been feeling discontent and despairing of this bloody dissertation. Why can't I write? I can write anything, I know more than I'd like to about Jim Morrison and could probably talk for hours about him. So why can't I write? Music Nick is probably expecting at least half of the ten thousand words on Friday. He'll be lucky to get a whole chapter at this rate. Jim, you're driving me crazy (as usual).
Oooh, BBC Learning Zone is showing a thing about Mods and Rockers. Know which side I'm on. My dad was a rocker, man and so am I. Although I do like the Small Faces and later Who, most Mod stuff just winds me up. Although one day I think I'd like a purple Vespa.
This 'Letter Box' thing sounds like a good idea, although I don't honestly see the point in me sending a letter all the way to the USA just for them to then send it back here.
In the grand tradition of Ted Casablanca, some Clarebits...
Tony Blair still pissing me off... Haven't seen any of my friends since Monday and thus feel quite isolated... My movie pictures still haven't arrived... The new BBC Three channel looks totally pointless... Actually felt sorry for Gail the wail on Coronation Street tonight... Really can't get to sleep at the moment and can't get a full night's sleep thanks to the First Years and Noisy Git downstairs... Wish my dissertation was done already... Footballers Wives finished tonight on one hell of a cliffhanger. Or rather, Jason's inability to hang on. Couldn't happen to a nicer fictional bloke... Think that's all... Goodnight...
Not that I'm one to talk. I barely managed an hour in the library today. Have been feeling discontent and despairing of this bloody dissertation. Why can't I write? I can write anything, I know more than I'd like to about Jim Morrison and could probably talk for hours about him. So why can't I write? Music Nick is probably expecting at least half of the ten thousand words on Friday. He'll be lucky to get a whole chapter at this rate. Jim, you're driving me crazy (as usual).
Oooh, BBC Learning Zone is showing a thing about Mods and Rockers. Know which side I'm on. My dad was a rocker, man and so am I. Although I do like the Small Faces and later Who, most Mod stuff just winds me up. Although one day I think I'd like a purple Vespa.
This 'Letter Box' thing sounds like a good idea, although I don't honestly see the point in me sending a letter all the way to the USA just for them to then send it back here.
In the grand tradition of Ted Casablanca, some Clarebits...
Tony Blair still pissing me off... Haven't seen any of my friends since Monday and thus feel quite isolated... My movie pictures still haven't arrived... The new BBC Three channel looks totally pointless... Actually felt sorry for Gail the wail on Coronation Street tonight... Really can't get to sleep at the moment and can't get a full night's sleep thanks to the First Years and Noisy Git downstairs... Wish my dissertation was done already... Footballers Wives finished tonight on one hell of a cliffhanger. Or rather, Jason's inability to hang on. Couldn't happen to a nicer fictional bloke... Think that's all... Goodnight...
