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Watching the world go by

Books, baking and balls of yarn...


Gagging the little voice in the back of my head would solve so many problems
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Hurrah, for I have finally found a doctor who'll just give me the drugs that work and not whittle about my blood pressure! She took the reading 4 times (I think she may have bruised my arm) and decided that since it was steadily going down, there probably wasn't a lot wrong with it. Which is what I've told all the other doctors who've then deliberated a bit and decided not to believe me. Gah. New doctor is nice. She's not the one I'm registered with, unfortunately, but my registered doctor is also extremely nice. I went to see him last September when I was actually ill, and he gave me magic tablets and told me I had a fever that I hadn't noticed till he told me about it. So it seems like the doctors here may have actually gone to medical school at some point. There are good points to being home! Though I do have to pay for prescriptions here. Grr.

On a different note, I've been thinking that the memory-erasing thing in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind really wasn't such a bad idea. They should be able to do that - not with gadgets and stuff, but maybe with behaviour therapy or something, just to remove all the associations. That way you wouldn't forget, you just wouldn't be reminded constantly. It'd be nice if they could do that. (And if you haven't seen the film and/or have no idea what I'm talking about, it doesn't matter. But it's a good film, and you should see it!)

Anyway, I'm alive. Not having anything to do (someone give me a job, please!) is pretty boring, so updates might be infrequent for a while. I'm also trying to cut down on typing in order to take up knitting again and still be able to write. I check my e-mails most days, though, so if you leave me comments I'll get them, and might even reply, you never know!
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You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave
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Yesterday was pretty much the best last day I could have asked for, aside from the fact that a few people were missing from it. I went out for lunch with Charlie and Becky and Gareth, then spent the better part of the rest of the day at Amy's, eating chocolate brownies and drinking wine and watching The Magnificent Seven. And then the better part of the night still at Amy's, marvelling at the marvellousness of You-Tube. But today it's over, and I have to go home. So strange to think that I only have a few hours left of living here. I'll miss it - and the people I know here - like crazy. But I'll be back. I'll definitely be back, time after time until Aber falls into the sea :)

Train this chaos; turn it into light
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It is done! Done, done, done, done, done! *dances*

By which I mean, of course, that I've just finished the last essay of my undergraduate career, and am a teeny tiny bit excited by the prospect of not having to write another one for a very long time :) It may even be the best essay of my undergraduate career. Not in terms of answering the question (in that respect, it's the worst), but stylistically-speaking (it ends on a quote and everything!). It's been a pain in the neck to write, though. I may have to start a movement to kill all writers that don't reference properly - it's all very well telling me that the poem you've quoted is on page 356 of a book I don't have, but where are the line numbers? If you don't tell me it's lines 100-150, then I have to go all the way to the library, find the book, find page 356, then count all the way down the lines to work it out for myself. Gah. It's not that I'm lazy - if I have to put in the line numbers, why don't they?

But yes. Done! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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I've been down here before, and I know the way out
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I have written exactly 311 words of my 3000 word essay - the introduction. Possibly the longest introduction I've ever written, but that's not the point. The words culture or cultural appear in this introduction 10 times. The words Wales or Welsh appear 14 times. I multiplied it up. If those words appear with the same frequency throughout the essay, which they probably will, since the essay's about poetry that talks about the loss of Welsh culture, then culture/cultural will make up 100 or so words of the 3000, and Wales/Welsh will be 140 words. That's 240 words of the essay. Which is nearly 10 percent. I'm still not entirely sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I am sure that I should get on with writing the essay, since you could only get roughly 10 percent of the gist of the argument from the introduction, and it's the other 90 percent that earns the marks...

Yep, I'm bored of essaying and have no idea what the other 90 percent of the argument is going to be. Time to give my elbows a break from typing and watch episodes of The West Wing, methinks...

Coursework doesn't allow time for conversion
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The Mormons are stalking me. And one of them has extremely attractive blue eyes...
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Food, glorious food
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Ooh, sunshine! I'm back from home (croydonjohn, I waved at you from the train on the way past Aberdyfi), and Aberystwyth seems to be experiencing some kind of heatwave, which makes a pleasant change! It also gives me a different excuse to eat ice cream, since I can now eat solid food again, which pleases me enormously - apparently the reason I couldn't open my mouth last week was because the area around the new tooth was infected (yep, nice), but it went away on its own, which is a good sign. I have to go back to the dentist in a couple of weeks to have x-rays taken, but the likelihood is I won't have to have the tooth taken out. Though the dentist did say she might want to "trim it a bit"... according to my mother, who used to be a dentist, that's not painful at all, but it sounds like it might involve sharp things far too near my mouth, so hopefully I can get away without them doing that!

On the work front, I'm rapidly running out of time to write this essay. It's due in a week today, and all the books I've read so far say exactly the same thing. This would be good, except what they say is basically paraphrasing the poet's autobiography, and useful as that is as a source, being written by him makes it just a tad biased. But no one seems willing to offer an analysis of his work that differs from his own! I know that sounds silly - the poet ought to know what he's talking about - but it's just so subjective, and you only get one point of view. Stupid literary critics. I'm greatly looking forward to being able to read books purely for pleasure again!

Oh, and strandedinaber, I may just have bought the box set of all 7 seasons of West Wing on DVD... absolutely not a rash and unwise thing to do with my leftover student loan, right?

Luckily I don't need my teeth to type...
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It's essays that do it, I'm telling you. The last essay screwed up my elbows, and the very thought of this essay has caused one of my wisdom teeth to come through sideways and dig into my cheek, which hurts quite a bit, and somewhat restricts my ability to move my jaw. So I'm on the porridge-and-soup diet till Monday, when I'm off to the dentist. It does have the bonus of meaning I have to go home for the weekend, though (easier to do that than to try and find a dentist in Aber). Hopefully it'll be quickly fixable and I can come back and do the essay. The prospect of having to stay at home without the resources to do the essay for a week while they do painful things to me really doesn't appeal. Though it does give me a really good excuse to eat ice cream... chocolate ice cream is particularly good for teeth :)

It's been a long time coming
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Oh God. I've finished my Writing Project. I mean, actually finished it. Done. No more. Can't change it kind of finished it. (Well, I could change it, but I don't need to.) Why is this scary? Rational brain - I know it's good, and it's only 30 credits: it's not like it counts for half a year's work or anything. Except it is half a year's work. And it's only (ha, only!) 36 pages (and 3 of those are the bibliography - eep), and surely there should be more to show for it than that? It's a strange feeling - I've hated doing it, I've battled with it since October, I've wanted it to be over for months... and yet now it is over, I don't want it to be. Far too momentous for my liking. It feels like university can end now. And I've been waiting impatiently for that, too. I guess you really do have to be careful what you wish for...

On the plus side, I can now take the 20 or so books off the kitchen table, where I've been working, and actually have space to cook!

Doom can lose its capital 'D'...
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Despite the lack of books, I appear to have done all but 600 words of the commentary, hurrah! And I still have... well, most of my points to make. It really is impossible to write 2000 words of commentary about 3000 words of poetry and say everything that needs saying. And it's amusing me that writing 1000 words of commentary has taken me a day, with much procrastination and elbow-restage, whereas writing 1000 words of poetry took me more than a week (at its quickest; 3 months at its slowest, depending on which 1000 words you count), with cheating and using old stuff when I ran out of ideas. It's ridiculous, whichever way you look at it. And speaking of ridiculous, there's still the fun of the annotated bibliography to go. I'm really looking forward to this being over and handed in on Monday. Then I can legitimately write the West Wing fanfic that decided to take over my brain last night (blame strandedinaber for addicting me to it and Amy for persuading me to get Season 7 out of the library and re-watch it). Well, that and do my last essay. Unfortunately, the problem with looking up your marks on the Cascade system to work out what you might get for your degree, and realising that you'd have to get halfway to failing the last two assignments to not get a first (I really don't know how that happened) is that you tend to develop a rather laissez-faire attitude to work...

And she smiled on the night bus home...
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Hm, I'm tired now, but I've had a lovely day. (Not doing any work, but that's another matter entirely!) I went for a walk along the prom in the sunshine this morning, spent most of the day with Amy talking about not a lot in particular (which necessitated tea and cake, as always), and went swimming this evening. All thoroughly good ways to waste time. Though I think I might have done a little bit too much swimming - I nearly fell over when I got out of the pool, and it took a while for my "land legs" to come back!

Must do work tomorrow though (despite the lack of helpful books... bah), before the visit day in the afternoon. Last visit day ever... it's kind of sad! I'll miss taking people round and telling them just how much I love this place. It seems we get through to some of them, as well - I got an e-mail at the weekend from a girl I showed round a few weeks ago saying she'd put Aber down as her first choice, which made me happy. Makes up for all the ones that grunt (or worse, look completely blank) when you ask them things. No more visit days kind of makes leaving here real, though. My dad's booked a hotel for graduation. The little voice in the back of my head has resurfaced:

So why not stay?

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