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Apr. 28th, 2012 03:28 pmI have been on annual leave since Wednesday this week and last night was the first time I have a. worn shoes and b. left the house since I got in from work on Tuesday.
I have been Essaying Like A Madaman. The area around my desk, currently strewn with biros, page-upon-page of handwritten notes, printouts, photocopied readings and articles and weighty textbooks will attest to this. I have managed to both complete Draft 2/3 of Essay 1 (Academic book review) and Draft 1 of Essay 2 (5000 words to do with the relationship between the image and the real). I have also since printed out Draft 1 of Essay 2 and attacked it with my vicious red pen (lots of "YOU HAVE USED THE SAME WORD THREE TIMES IN THIS PARAGRAPH MORON" and "WTF DOES THIS MEAN?" and "NO SENSE. CUT THE CRAP" - I am a very harsh proofreader when doing it to myself) decided to scrap certain examples (Voldemort Gif- you are amusing, but it is really neither time nor place) and planned out some provisional notes of extra things I wish to add instead. I also spent some of my time proofreading Prawn's disseration- although my comments are strictly much more positive and non-evil on his than they are on my own work.
Now I have Stepped Away and am partially through the process of making a banoffee pie, which, should the endeavour be successful, will be offered up for pudding after Sunday dinner tomorrow.
I am increasingly eager to have these essays done. In the run up to them, over the past month or so, all other endeavours (including, but not limited to, cleaning my computer desk, getting the old computer down from my room to wipe my docs off it so I can give it to my Auntie and Uncle, whose PC has just gone kaput, buying shoes and Tackling the Hovel) have been put on hold.
With regards to Tackling the Hovel, however, exciting developments may be afoot! We received a leaflet in the local rag yesterday that a cash-for-rags recycling branch is opening In Our Town!! A while ago, C-at-work informed me of a place like this based in the nearby town I work in and I informed my mother of the idea excitedly. 'This is great!' I enthused, 'No more sorting and ironing things to send to charity shops only for the hovel to swallow them before they reach there! We can just bag stuff and then take a big batch.'
The snag in that plan? Mum will not brave the town where I work on Saturdays, because traffic is dire, and its opening hours did not extend to late evenings, thus meaning I was stymied from taking them after work. This meant that although I could fill as many bags as would fit in my tiny bedroom, the actuall Taking them There was left to Mum and Nanny. Who...haven't got round to it. Because they never go to that town for anything there's no incentive to 'drop off en route' anywhere and then there's the whole 'getting things to the car' and 'it hasn't stopped raining in a month' etc etc.
So, at present, there are two binbags in Mum's room, and two in mine waiting to go and the only reason there aren't MORE bags is that there is nowhere to put anymore without risking some sort of major avalanche. BUT this new place, which opens on Monday, is where the old Help Romania shop used to be (a charity shop much beloved by me in earlier years because it was approximately 0.4 miles from our house, as opposed to 0.8 miles which, when travelling uphill and over bridges and carrying heavy bags of stuff is a noticable difference). Of course, for carrying these bags a car will be the better mode of transport but the point is that even though in the car the distance will be greater (one way system) than 0.8 miles it is far, FAR more local than the other end of a completely different, larger town.
I am exceedingly excited that this might mean when I get in from work on Monday FOUR MORE BAGS will be gone! *fingers crossed*
I have been Essaying Like A Madaman. The area around my desk, currently strewn with biros, page-upon-page of handwritten notes, printouts, photocopied readings and articles and weighty textbooks will attest to this. I have managed to both complete Draft 2/3 of Essay 1 (Academic book review) and Draft 1 of Essay 2 (5000 words to do with the relationship between the image and the real). I have also since printed out Draft 1 of Essay 2 and attacked it with my vicious red pen (lots of "YOU HAVE USED THE SAME WORD THREE TIMES IN THIS PARAGRAPH MORON" and "WTF DOES THIS MEAN?" and "NO SENSE. CUT THE CRAP" - I am a very harsh proofreader when doing it to myself) decided to scrap certain examples (Voldemort Gif- you are amusing, but it is really neither time nor place) and planned out some provisional notes of extra things I wish to add instead. I also spent some of my time proofreading Prawn's disseration- although my comments are strictly much more positive and non-evil on his than they are on my own work.
Now I have Stepped Away and am partially through the process of making a banoffee pie, which, should the endeavour be successful, will be offered up for pudding after Sunday dinner tomorrow.
I am increasingly eager to have these essays done. In the run up to them, over the past month or so, all other endeavours (including, but not limited to, cleaning my computer desk, getting the old computer down from my room to wipe my docs off it so I can give it to my Auntie and Uncle, whose PC has just gone kaput, buying shoes and Tackling the Hovel) have been put on hold.
With regards to Tackling the Hovel, however, exciting developments may be afoot! We received a leaflet in the local rag yesterday that a cash-for-rags recycling branch is opening In Our Town!! A while ago, C-at-work informed me of a place like this based in the nearby town I work in and I informed my mother of the idea excitedly. 'This is great!' I enthused, 'No more sorting and ironing things to send to charity shops only for the hovel to swallow them before they reach there! We can just bag stuff and then take a big batch.'
The snag in that plan? Mum will not brave the town where I work on Saturdays, because traffic is dire, and its opening hours did not extend to late evenings, thus meaning I was stymied from taking them after work. This meant that although I could fill as many bags as would fit in my tiny bedroom, the actuall Taking them There was left to Mum and Nanny. Who...haven't got round to it. Because they never go to that town for anything there's no incentive to 'drop off en route' anywhere and then there's the whole 'getting things to the car' and 'it hasn't stopped raining in a month' etc etc.
So, at present, there are two binbags in Mum's room, and two in mine waiting to go and the only reason there aren't MORE bags is that there is nowhere to put anymore without risking some sort of major avalanche. BUT this new place, which opens on Monday, is where the old Help Romania shop used to be (a charity shop much beloved by me in earlier years because it was approximately 0.4 miles from our house, as opposed to 0.8 miles which, when travelling uphill and over bridges and carrying heavy bags of stuff is a noticable difference). Of course, for carrying these bags a car will be the better mode of transport but the point is that even though in the car the distance will be greater (one way system) than 0.8 miles it is far, FAR more local than the other end of a completely different, larger town.
I am exceedingly excited that this might mean when I get in from work on Monday FOUR MORE BAGS will be gone! *fingers crossed*
