Ugh. We're only three days into Lent and already I can't think of anything to talk about. Everyone's already read every single Monthly Scandal, right? That was good, sometimes. It's weird that I called Pete 'Peter' in that last issue though.
But yeah, today marked the end of a rather torrid three-assignment week down at t'Atrium - Monday had me and two others giving a musicological presentation on Bjork, yesterday was a five-hour recording session (although I did bring Jelly Babies to that so it wasn't too terrible), and today was the deadline for our 1,500-word research proposal.
Which, had you knocked on my door at nine o' clock this morning, you would have found me rushing to finish. I could have probably done some work on it last night, but in my defense I'd just come out of a five-hour recording session and Tom and Josh were 'round and they were all like "Oooh Mario Party" and I just can't resist being a dick to Tom through the medium of N64 games so I did that and then I came last anyway so THAT was a huge waste of time.
Not that I'd left the essay 'til the last minute or anything; I was just being a little more daring than usual with my time management.
At any rate, I got it all done, bibliography and all, by about half past one, and Sarah and I promptly dashed (through the medium of a bus) to the Atrium, where I handed it in with time to spare. Sorted.
After that Sarah treated me to a film. We went to see Unknown, with Liam Neeson. I must admit that I was rather 'Taken' with it.
Oh Joel, do stop.
Joel.
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