Ding Dong, the bastard's done!
Friday, 2 May 2003 06:08![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apollaIt is done.
A few random psuedo-statistics for you:
I've drunk 10.5 litres of Diet Coke since Monday to keep me sustained. This is going by the number of empty bottles stacked up in my room and does not included beverages consumed elsewhere.
Along the same lines, I have consumed eight packets of crisps, four Creme Eggs, a large packet of Mortadella, an entire lettuce, a box of cherry tomatoes, one red pepper and a bunch of spring onions in the last week to keep me going. That I can remember this stuff should tell you how wrecked my brain is right now.
It is 45 pages long including the title page and everything. There are 69 footnotes, most of which are for records. There are 23 books (one of which is Errol Flynn's autobiography 'My Wicked, Wicked Ways'. Don't ask.), 6 magazines, 6 websites, 15 records, eight of which are Doors records and four films, one of which is actually three Doors videos on one DVD. Oh, and I have claws for hands now.
I had just over eighteen pounds print credit when I started. I now have twelve. Tight bastard department should do it for us!
Chapter One is OK. Chapter Two sucks. Chapter Three is OK. Chapter Four isn't bad.
In Chapter Three I have managed to quite convincingly blame the Cock Rock phenomenon almost entirely on Jim Morrison (AKA Leather Boy), Mick Jagger (AKA Lycra Boy) and Robert Plant (AKA Denim Boy). I think I need professional, clinical help.
It is now 6.13 in the morning and I need to print it all. And some bastard has set Word spellcheck on the uni computers to English (US). Thanks pal, I appreciate it. Smatter of fact, the computers are just shite full stop. Would somebody please explain to me why it is impossible to put anything after the Endnotes? Or did the people who wrote the Word Program not realise that the Bibliography goes after them in everything ever? I may sound snarky, but there's a week of my life that I'm never getting back and I'd like it to at least look like I made an effort. What they don't know can't hurt me. :D
If anyone cares/is interested/wants to know, I'm going to post Chapter Twelve of Harry Potter and the Daoimear de Dan at The Pumpkin Cafe when it's all printed and send it to Schnoogle. The last chapter. Sob. Better pull me finger out and get onto the sequel...
Nothing more to do until exams now, hurrah. Oh, I'm off to see a theatrical version of Animal Farm tonight in Manchester. I'll miss Friends...
Big, huge congrats to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ali_granger and her beautiful new daughter. I don't normally squee over babies like I know some chicks do, but she's really beautiful, Ali.
Stay lucky all!
A few random psuedo-statistics for you:
I've drunk 10.5 litres of Diet Coke since Monday to keep me sustained. This is going by the number of empty bottles stacked up in my room and does not included beverages consumed elsewhere.
Along the same lines, I have consumed eight packets of crisps, four Creme Eggs, a large packet of Mortadella, an entire lettuce, a box of cherry tomatoes, one red pepper and a bunch of spring onions in the last week to keep me going. That I can remember this stuff should tell you how wrecked my brain is right now.
It is 45 pages long including the title page and everything. There are 69 footnotes, most of which are for records. There are 23 books (one of which is Errol Flynn's autobiography 'My Wicked, Wicked Ways'. Don't ask.), 6 magazines, 6 websites, 15 records, eight of which are Doors records and four films, one of which is actually three Doors videos on one DVD. Oh, and I have claws for hands now.
I had just over eighteen pounds print credit when I started. I now have twelve. Tight bastard department should do it for us!
Chapter One is OK. Chapter Two sucks. Chapter Three is OK. Chapter Four isn't bad.
In Chapter Three I have managed to quite convincingly blame the Cock Rock phenomenon almost entirely on Jim Morrison (AKA Leather Boy), Mick Jagger (AKA Lycra Boy) and Robert Plant (AKA Denim Boy). I think I need professional, clinical help.
It is now 6.13 in the morning and I need to print it all. And some bastard has set Word spellcheck on the uni computers to English (US). Thanks pal, I appreciate it. Smatter of fact, the computers are just shite full stop. Would somebody please explain to me why it is impossible to put anything after the Endnotes? Or did the people who wrote the Word Program not realise that the Bibliography goes after them in everything ever? I may sound snarky, but there's a week of my life that I'm never getting back and I'd like it to at least look like I made an effort. What they don't know can't hurt me. :D
If anyone cares/is interested/wants to know, I'm going to post Chapter Twelve of Harry Potter and the Daoimear de Dan at The Pumpkin Cafe when it's all printed and send it to Schnoogle. The last chapter. Sob. Better pull me finger out and get onto the sequel...
Nothing more to do until exams now, hurrah. Oh, I'm off to see a theatrical version of Animal Farm tonight in Manchester. I'll miss Friends...
Big, huge congrats to
ali_granger and her beautiful new daughter. I don't normally squee over babies like I know some chicks do, but she's really beautiful, Ali.Stay lucky all!
