I slept in and missed the last day of seeing my history lecturer. Mostly because every time I rolled over to check the time I was faced with the shaving foam Julie had left beside my head and I mustered up a "Damn him" before going back to sleep. I did this at least twice before I made the effort to move it out of the way and reveal the disappointment as there was no way I'd make it to the West End in time this morning. Gutted.
I've got an essay to write and I haven't read the books. My god, who could blame me. Good old Cicero. One minute he's talking about all the terrible things that might have happened if Catiline had succeeded. Oh god not the virgins. NOT THE VIRGINS. And then the next he's talking about how amazing he is. Pages and pages of vanity. I'm not the biggest fan of rhetoric, lawyer twaddle really but rhetoric that's really just about how he wants to be remembered for all time? Ugh, it's bad.
However, better than Plautus. Things are funny because they sound like rude words!
Met my archaeology tutor yesterday. American woman studies Vikings. Made us write our names on folded pieces of paper and told us for the next 3 weeks we will be roleplaying. This whole course feels like a farce. Play acting archaeologists with no hope of free fedoras and whips. It's almost enough to make me pack it all in and fall back on English. Sure everyone was a pretentious twat and sure we spent weeks talking about things that actually had no relevance to anything and sure every argument I put forward was marked with a "Not really". Not really? My interpretation didn't match yours is what you mean to say...
Yeah maybe not.
Did I ever tell you how much I love Michel Gondry? Here is a reason why you should too. Be sure to search Youtube when you get there. He makes his own homemade version of his own trailer. ♥
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