I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAACK

Thanks to marquiserachel for her previous post and for making me spend twenty quid on a phone call. Appreciate it, love!


Yes, I'm sure you've all been relishing the peace and quiet, but I'm back and here to bloody well stay. Let me briefly fill you in.

I arrived in Sunderland on Thursday afternoon with relative ease. Found that I could not set up my internet until I was enrolled, which wasn't going to happen until the next day. Could not sign up at the library or collect my USSU card until I was enrolled. So I therefore slinked back to my room with a Tesco's salad because I had nothing to eat with/on and that was about all I could have. I was, by this point absolutely exhausted from everything I'd been dealing with over the previous days and so after discovering that I had been 'loaned' thirty quid electricity, I went the hell to bed, but not before noticing the disgusting state of the kitchen and noting that there was no cupboard/fridge/freezer space for me- the other four had taken it all up.

Friday, I enrolled. Took my computer in to get set up on the internet. Met emony (EDIOT: That's EmoNy not EmoRy. Emony is a fab chick, Emory is a university.) and thus got the first R/Hr shipper onto my LJ friends list!! Discovered we also had Buffy and Angel in common as well as a desire to write stuff. Was lovely to meet someone who didn't recoil in horror at the word 'fanfic' as well. Went here there and everywhere to set stuff up, discovered also that I had been put in the morning group for classes. Went to town for various things I now can't remember and then went the hell to sleep again.

A quick run down of an MA Journalism class: Eight hours of shorthand classes a week, three-hour class at five pm called Media In Society, two three-hour and two one-hour classes for 'Principles and Practice' and two two-hour classes for Journalism Law. That's just this semester. By March I have to have a speed of 100 words per minute or better of shorthand and I've never done it before. Kill moi now.

Anyway, on Saturday my mum and dad drove up with all my stuff and when they saw the state of the kitchen went absolutely fucking mad, partly because the rules are real clear on no smoking in communal areas- the ktichen, basically. They'd been smoking in there and my room thus stank of stale smoke. The kitchen was filthy and despite an assurance from the one person I'd met in there, there was still no cupboard/fridge/freezer space. My mum marched straight down to reception to demand to speak to someone. Cut a long story short... she demanded I be moved... Cut it really short, that's happening tomorrow and I have to move all my stuff without any help from this building to the one opposite. I hope I don't have a room at the other end of the building.

Anyway, I've only just got internet access in my room this afternoon. I only got onto the internet at all yesterday morning because it takes 24 hours after getting your library card for your computer access there to be validated. Found I had 297 emails. Once I'd got rid of the junk, I had about 100. Found I had pages and pages on my Friends Page to sift through, mostly baseball related, it seems!

Briefly, because I'm not a fan of politics unless it's on The West Wing, I agree with what most people have said about Barmy Bush's Marriage Protection Week. I also agree with most people about Governor-Elect Sweatshisknickers. Considering I'm now a journalist-in-training I should probably care more, but I really don't! Seriously- there's nobody on this planet who has the right to judge what a family really is beyond the concept of love. I would very much like to know what Dubya Shrub thinks of other unconventional families beyond the obvious- my brother and I are adopted, does that make our family 'less than'? Because if so, I would very much like to tell my mother that and then sic her on him. Nobody has the right to judge anyone else's family.

Anything else? Oh!! The LG Cup snooker tournament started in Preston on Saturday and aside from Ronnie O'Sullivan's surprise conversion to Islam (if it means he finds the peace of mind he's been searching for all his life, more power to him), the big talking points seem to be his hair band and Paul Hunter's Beckhamesque braids. I thought this was snooker, man! Anyway, as none of you care, I shall not beat you over the head with it all.EDIT: Just reading, like a geek, the results of the LG Cup so far on World Snooker.Com and the piece about the O'Sullivan-Harold game pointed out that the Rocket hasn't actually converted apparently. Either way, his hairband is quite weird but he looks better than he has done. More importantly, he beat Dave Harold 5-0.

I will be back, probably tomorrow. You may have thought you'd got rid of me. You weren't that lucky.

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAACK

Thanks to marquiserachel for her previous post and for making me spend twenty quid on a phone call. Appreciate it, love!


Yes, I'm sure you've all been relishing the peace and quiet, but I'm back and here to bloody well stay. Let me briefly fill you in.

I arrived in Sunderland on Thursday afternoon with relative ease. Found that I could not set up my internet until I was enrolled, which wasn't going to happen until the next day. Could not sign up at the library or collect my USSU card until I was enrolled. So I therefore slinked back to my room with a Tesco's salad because I had nothing to eat with/on and that was about all I could have. I was, by this point absolutely exhausted from everything I'd been dealing with over the previous days and so after discovering that I had been 'loaned' thirty quid electricity, I went the hell to bed, but not before noticing the disgusting state of the kitchen and noting that there was no cupboard/fridge/freezer space for me- the other four had taken it all up.

Friday, I enrolled. Took my computer in to get set up on the internet. Met emony (EDIOT: That's EmoNy not EmoRy. Emony is a fab chick, Emory is a university.) and thus got the first R/Hr shipper onto my LJ friends list!! Discovered we also had Buffy and Angel in common as well as a desire to write stuff. Was lovely to meet someone who didn't recoil in horror at the word 'fanfic' as well. Went here there and everywhere to set stuff up, discovered also that I had been put in the morning group for classes. Went to town for various things I now can't remember and then went the hell to sleep again.

A quick run down of an MA Journalism class: Eight hours of shorthand classes a week, three-hour class at five pm called Media In Society, two three-hour and two one-hour classes for 'Principles and Practice' and two two-hour classes for Journalism Law. That's just this semester. By March I have to have a speed of 100 words per minute or better of shorthand and I've never done it before. Kill moi now.

Anyway, on Saturday my mum and dad drove up with all my stuff and when they saw the state of the kitchen went absolutely fucking mad, partly because the rules are real clear on no smoking in communal areas- the ktichen, basically. They'd been smoking in there and my room thus stank of stale smoke. The kitchen was filthy and despite an assurance from the one person I'd met in there, there was still no cupboard/fridge/freezer space. My mum marched straight down to reception to demand to speak to someone. Cut a long story short... she demanded I be moved... Cut it really short, that's happening tomorrow and I have to move all my stuff without any help from this building to the one opposite. I hope I don't have a room at the other end of the building.

Anyway, I've only just got internet access in my room this afternoon. I only got onto the internet at all yesterday morning because it takes 24 hours after getting your library card for your computer access there to be validated. Found I had 297 emails. Once I'd got rid of the junk, I had about 100. Found I had pages and pages on my Friends Page to sift through, mostly baseball related, it seems!

Briefly, because I'm not a fan of politics unless it's on The West Wing, I agree with what most people have said about Barmy Bush's Marriage Protection Week. I also agree with most people about Governor-Elect Sweatshisknickers. Considering I'm now a journalist-in-training I should probably care more, but I really don't! Seriously- there's nobody on this planet who has the right to judge what a family really is beyond the concept of love. I would very much like to know what Dubya Shrub thinks of other unconventional families beyond the obvious- my brother and I are adopted, does that make our family 'less than'? Because if so, I would very much like to tell my mother that and then sic her on him. Nobody has the right to judge anyone else's family.

Anything else? Oh!! The LG Cup snooker tournament started in Preston on Saturday and aside from Ronnie O'Sullivan's surprise conversion to Islam (if it means he finds the peace of mind he's been searching for all his life, more power to him), the big talking points seem to be his hair band and Paul Hunter's Beckhamesque braids. I thought this was snooker, man! Anyway, as none of you care, I shall not beat you over the head with it all.EDIT: Just reading, like a geek, the results of the LG Cup so far on World Snooker.Com and the piece about the O'Sullivan-Harold game pointed out that the Rocket hasn't actually converted apparently. Either way, his hairband is quite weird but he looks better than he has done. More importantly, he beat Dave Harold 5-0.

I will be back, probably tomorrow. You may have thought you'd got rid of me. You weren't that lucky.