Tis a Sunday, and I’m in the library cafe, trying hopelessly to stave off work. Bah, how very student-ey. We are not timewasters, but we do have to constantly struggle with the feeling that there’s technically little time when we shouldn’t be working. If you plan your own working hours, the problem becomes that evening is just as eligible for work as the morning.
Anyway, the problem as it stands is that my little house in Clapham is without internet, and has been since we moved in, despite the promises of our nice-seeming landlord that we’d have it within the week. Man, I can’t believe I fell for that one. I don’t know whether I can legitimately blame the landlord for being preoccupied with other things in his life- he is a vet after all, and probably has many poor, malnourished, abandoned post-Christmas puppies to deal with- or whether I should be heaping mental wrath at BT, but it makes it worse not to have a singular target. What this means is that whenever internet is required, we either head to the local library for an allotted hour, or I have to pedal into Imperial and loiter here. This was actually pretty impossible in the Siberian cold we had a few weeks ago… I guess I can preach from my pulpit, thou shalt not believe thy landlords lest it be written in ye olde writing, or something. Learn from my hapless mistakes, woe.
Anyway. So, what is it I have to do? I’m at the start of the second week of second term. It really doesn’t take long for academic life to get started- I’ve already got two essay assignments, a radio project, and a documentary project, with some deadlines regarding planning for tomorrow. Essays are no longer the pointless and agonisingly frustrating things they were at Oxford, but they do take a while to write, and somehow I always end up doing the final edit in the early hours of the day before the deadline, twittering birds mocking me outside as dawn dawns. Guess I often need a deadline to draw out my best writing, damn it. As for the media projects, it’s good to be doing hands on, practical projects, but brainstorming for them is killing me right now. I suspect I’ll end up trawling the latest press releases for interesting news tidbits, although I wonder, with so many bloggers, journalists, and students already doing the same thing, if I shouldn’t take a slightly deeper approach.
Actually, so are my legs. I’ve just come from an IC Wushu session and I’ve stretched some things that didn’t want to be stretched. Wushu is great for increasing your flexibility, as the ultimate goals in stretching include achieving full front and side splits. Ah, if I could only sit at home with my feet up, re-carbing with chocolate and abandon, browsing the internet…
Damn you, BT.