Getting my Wagamama/shit drinks fix tonight. Slowly acclimating to British culture again. Now if only I could sort out all this stuff with UEA (without going up to Norwich and doing it in person) then my life would be brilliant.
norwichians replied to your post: norwichians replied to your post: Has anyone ever… Not my remit (thankfully) Lucky you! You don’t get to me on the receiving end of my many, many e-mails. The HUB lot are actually being rather useful though.
norwichians replied to your post: Has anyone ever told UEA that their website/course… I’m guessing this isn’t the main course catalogue for prospective students and this is more to do with LTS…? Yeah, it’s the evision catalogue for current students. I think I’ve got the hang of it now, though! I just remember it being so much easier last time I did this.
Has anyone ever told UEA that their website/course catalogues (if those even exist any more) is a total pain in the arse to use? I’m having an utterly impossible time picking Spring semester modules because the website is utterly useless. Like, why are there about 7 ‘levels’ of AMS modules? WHY ARE ALL THE AMS MODULES LITERATURE RELATED??
the radio safe version of thrift shop is hilarious
brookinyourheart replied to your photo: Distracting myself from the mess that is my… I was going to compliment your dress, but then I got distracted by the fact that you seem to have a chocolate fountain (or at least the box of?) in your bedroom…? Haha, my room is a DISASTER. My parents shoved all the random items left in our house into it. I think the chocolate fountain may actually have...
zuge: i cant wait to be a piece of shit w/ a bachelors degree
B grades in all my classes, from the ones I made no effort in (I didn’t hand in 2 of 4 papers in one), to classes where I assumed I was to get an A. I DON’T UNDERSTAND YOUR SYSTEM, UMASS. Ah well, back to real university where grades matter and I’m not such an academic mess.
Half the slats in my bed fell through yesterday and now I’m just stuck sleeping on a mattress. Goodbye awkward childhood bed. I shan’t miss the Harry Potter stickers and other such remnants.
It’s cold as tits. Why did I come back. I could’ve just blown my loan on staying in America till the weather picked up in England.
All I have to eat at Heathrow is an entire box of pralines, which I’m gorging on to make up for the fact that it’s so fucking cold in this country. I also haven’t had a chance to properly wipe the sleep drool off of my face. I’m a mess.
Another pointless travel update: The Peter Pan people told me to give up on their company and take the Silver Line. I AM FINALLY IN LOGAN AIRPORT. HALLE-BLOODY-LUJAH.
Well they definitely sold me a non-existent bus. I’m wondering if I can just take the MBTA to Logan instead. I’d forgotten how neglected and sad bus terminals are, and I feel like I’m going to catch something if I remain sitting on the floor.
Sneaking suspicion that the Peter Pan Bus lot have sold me a ticket for a service that doesn’t exist. Again. Last time this involved them not sending out three buses in a row to pick up Spring Break students and was a total nightmare. This time I only have, oh, a flight at stake.
Let’s see how quickly this Peter Pan bus ride can go wrong. I personally give it till Springfield. That’s where it usually descends into madness.
Another find: a bottle of sparkling wine in the very back of my cupboard. Time to get slightly drunk and pack.
Just found a £50 Topshop voucher under my desk. Hello late birthday present.
WHY IS THERE A NEW EPISODE OF DOCTOR WHO WHEN I’M SUPPOSED TO BE PACKING/ENJOYING MY LAST DAY IN AMERICA TILL OCTOBER? I’m going to stress watch so much telly on the coach/plane.
Martha is seriously the worst companion ever.*
slytherinsed: sittingamongstclouds: And here are my reasons for hating her, it’s a long list you guys… Read More FUCKING YES.
A- on a month late, underwritten paper about a book I didn’t read. Rosa Blackburn: professional slacker.