Quoth The Raven

Woke up this morning. Got two lectures then do some work. Sounds straightforward enough.

Suffice it to say, didn’t get to the lectures. I just feel so fed up. I really don’t care at the minute. I don’t have any career prospects, I’m undoubtedly going to get a shitty degree classification, and I’m just fed up of this f***ing project.

It’s 12:36 and, apart from going to the shop to get some sweets and beverages, I’ve not left my bed and nor do I see any reason to do so for the remainder of the day.

For those unaware, my project is due in on Wednesday, and I’m nowhere near 40 pages let alone the 50 upper boundary. Another fine grade this is going to get me!

I seem to have discovered a new way to get depressed - work on a UML diagram on a computer for an hour. After that time, I only have a few objects created, and no diagrams to speak of, and I feel like finding a bridge to jump off. I hate UML.

Last night’s dream was certainly one for the books. It starts off with me in what I think was Leeds City Centre. One of my friends is visiting so I take all his stuff to my house, then meet him at the end of the street (somehow his stuff got there first), and walk him back to the house, except I’ve accidentally walked to the other house I have which is on the adjacent street and I can’t remember where the first house is. So we go inside and he sits down on the couch, and I go out to the greenhouse and I realise that there’s a flood in the city of about two inches, so we both end up sat on the bench avoiding the water snakes which have got into the greenhouse and are wriggling around happily. Yes, somehow my friend got into the greenhouse and onto the bench next to me.

Anyway, eventually the flood passes and the snakes disappear off somewhere. My friend returns to the couch to watch TV (which is fairly accurate) and I clean up the mess in the greenhouse. I find some… logs, or something, and go to throw them out when I’m stopped by one of my lecturers (I won’t name her) who tells me to put them in the drawer cos they’re for the snakes, who are actually her pets. It turns out the greenhouse is hers, not mine. So I look out into the garden where I see a model village with names like “Cinema”, “City Hall” and “Toshiba” on the side (that last one is the most disturbing, really). I ask her about it, and she says she made it for a competition at some zoo (I seemed to accept this at face value). After a few seconds, though, I realised that there were people (cue a Borrowers moment) and I look around and she’s surrounded by a Borrower army!!

I woke up at that point very, VERY confused!

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