Ow. And also, ow.

For the LOVE OF GOD!

I have no dentist available until Monday, and even then it doesn't sound like it's very close (Although for someone sans car anywhere not on campus is far). I barely got any sleep last night because of my tooth, despite having taken my headache prescription stuff. The closest place to go right now is the Royal Preston hospital. That, to give you an idea, is about half an hour to an hour away. Longer without a car. So I shuffled off to the Spar on campus and bought some Nurofen. It seemed to work at first quite well, but right now I want to punch myself in the face just to make the pain stop. Weird thing is, it's made the side of my face feel numb, which is a weird combination with searing pain.

And I looked in the mirror at it earlier. The tooth has actually moved. There never used to be a gap between my front two teeth. There is now. Bloody hell.

Anyway.... Finally got my paper finished the other night at 7am. Did you know it's really dark here at seven this time of year? I never knew that before. It's shite, an all. Didn't know what I was meant to be writing about. So instead... I read Star Wars fanfic. I am not a well person at all. I don't like Star Wars! And yet I was strangely happy today when I saw that South End Stores finally had AotC in to rent (it's been out since I've been back at uni). I do not like Star Wars. Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm. Anyway, I've got a sneaking suspicion that I like AotC for reasons not relating to plot, direction or supposedly 'fantastic' CGI (too busy and fake for my liking. George, know when to stop greenscreening). This of course, worries me even more because I do not have fangirl tendencies. I work actively against such things. Even when I weighed in on the Legolas/Aragorn debate I retained a certain 'I know the phrase mise en scene. I am not a fangirl' aura about me. Or I was snotty, I don't know! And yet I paid little attention to the plot (what there is of it) direction (piss-poor) and other stuff in AotC and really more to how cool Anakin looked in a cloak. I am not well. I am sick, possibly on a fatal plane. Someone for the love of god help me! It must be the toothache making me ill. Clouding my perception.

Anyway, I caught a show called 'Royal Deaths & Diseases' last night before Friends. Apparently, Queen Victoria spread both haemophilia and porphyria around the royal houses of Europe. Apprently, Queen Vic was responsible for the fall of both the Russian and Spanish royal houses. There was silly me thinking it was progress and the desires of the people in those countries to get rid of their antiquated models of government and monarchy. Not that either really succeeded.... I just found it darkly amusing that these people blamed it all on Queen Victoria's genetic makeup. And anyway, they reckon that porphyria had been in the royal line as far back as Mary Queen of Scots, one of the Jameses and George III (yes, the mad one). So can you really blame it on ol' Vicky?

I'm just yammering now, so I'll stop. Have Enemy At the Gates to watch yesterday. Saw Behind Enemy Lines last night. Wasn't bad. As a person with a Croat grandmother I would have appreciated a little more depth in the whole war thing (OK, any depth), but it was pretty good. Owen's character reminded me of John Gilbert in Air Force, which makes me think that I've spent too long in my American Film class. And once again, I'm yammering. Perhaps even babbling...

Here's hoping I survive to Monday!

Ow. And also, ow.

For the LOVE OF GOD!

I have no dentist available until Monday, and even then it doesn't sound like it's very close (Although for someone sans car anywhere not on campus is far). I barely got any sleep last night because of my tooth, despite having taken my headache prescription stuff. The closest place to go right now is the Royal Preston hospital. That, to give you an idea, is about half an hour to an hour away. Longer without a car. So I shuffled off to the Spar on campus and bought some Nurofen. It seemed to work at first quite well, but right now I want to punch myself in the face just to make the pain stop. Weird thing is, it's made the side of my face feel numb, which is a weird combination with searing pain.

And I looked in the mirror at it earlier. The tooth has actually moved. There never used to be a gap between my front two teeth. There is now. Bloody hell.

Anyway.... Finally got my paper finished the other night at 7am. Did you know it's really dark here at seven this time of year? I never knew that before. It's shite, an all. Didn't know what I was meant to be writing about. So instead... I read Star Wars fanfic. I am not a well person at all. I don't like Star Wars! And yet I was strangely happy today when I saw that South End Stores finally had AotC in to rent (it's been out since I've been back at uni). I do not like Star Wars. Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm. Anyway, I've got a sneaking suspicion that I like AotC for reasons not relating to plot, direction or supposedly 'fantastic' CGI (too busy and fake for my liking. George, know when to stop greenscreening). This of course, worries me even more because I do not have fangirl tendencies. I work actively against such things. Even when I weighed in on the Legolas/Aragorn debate I retained a certain 'I know the phrase mise en scene. I am not a fangirl' aura about me. Or I was snotty, I don't know! And yet I paid little attention to the plot (what there is of it) direction (piss-poor) and other stuff in AotC and really more to how cool Anakin looked in a cloak. I am not well. I am sick, possibly on a fatal plane. Someone for the love of god help me! It must be the toothache making me ill. Clouding my perception.

Anyway, I caught a show called 'Royal Deaths & Diseases' last night before Friends. Apparently, Queen Victoria spread both haemophilia and porphyria around the royal houses of Europe. Apprently, Queen Vic was responsible for the fall of both the Russian and Spanish royal houses. There was silly me thinking it was progress and the desires of the people in those countries to get rid of their antiquated models of government and monarchy. Not that either really succeeded.... I just found it darkly amusing that these people blamed it all on Queen Victoria's genetic makeup. And anyway, they reckon that porphyria had been in the royal line as far back as Mary Queen of Scots, one of the Jameses and George III (yes, the mad one). So can you really blame it on ol' Vicky?

I'm just yammering now, so I'll stop. Have Enemy At the Gates to watch yesterday. Saw Behind Enemy Lines last night. Wasn't bad. As a person with a Croat grandmother I would have appreciated a little more depth in the whole war thing (OK, any depth), but it was pretty good. Owen's character reminded me of John Gilbert in Air Force, which makes me think that I've spent too long in my American Film class. And once again, I'm yammering. Perhaps even babbling...

Here's hoping I survive to Monday!