I swear university wasn't this difficult the first time (AKA I had a Really Long Day)

As some of you know, I successfully applied for a Masters degree a few weeks ago. Last week, I went to registration, which was an ordeal in itself and could have been over a lot more quickly than it was. I couldn't pay my fees then, so I had to set up a direct debit in order to register. Today, I went in early to finally pay, and was told that the loyalty bursary that is supposed to be on my details (as I am a graduate of the university I get 20% off) isn't there, so I need to email my school and get them to do that for me. I also need to email someone in the library to get my login details for the student area of the Salford website.

Well, back to today, which was Really Long. I got up in the afternoon, which is pretty normal for me, except my waking up went something like...

Alarm goes off
Turn off alarm
Go back to sleep
Alarm goes off
Turn off alarm
Go back to sleep
Alarm goes off

and you see where this is going. When I finally did get up I felt so spaced out I thought I might be ill or something and I do wonder if it's due to the combination of antihistamine and ibuprofen I had taken the night before, though I've always had quite a strong tolerance for drugs to the point were even sleeping tablets don't put me out.

I managed to drag myself out of bed, stumbled around getting ready and went in to find out about that damn bursary thing (I could have spent an extra hour in bed!) and then I waited around for my class, then I went to it. As you do. It was a lot more informal than I thought it was going to be and it never really felt like a Masters degree... but then my Bachelors never felt like a degree either so I suppose that's not a surprise. We didn't get that much work done, although Scott (the prof) had this whole plan of a lot of stuff he wanted to get done. First lessons are always that way. There are only eight of us in the class but I do wonder how long it will be before someone drops out. Someone always drops out, eventually.

After class I went to get the bus with Alice, a girl I know from my degree enough to chat to but I wouldn't really call her my 'friend'. There's a load of roadworks going on outside the university until Christmas, and the stop I normally get my bus from was unexpectedly closed. We tried to make it to the next one, and the bastard bus driver didn't stop, even though he saw us and we were right near the stop. Git. I rang John up and he came to get me and took Alice home too. If it happens on Thursday we're going to be calling to complain.

I finally got home at a little past nine. I was hungry. I had food. I went to my room, and here I am. I will hopefully be able to get all my shit together before the end of the week.

My only concern with this degree is that my urge to write recently has been virtually non-existent. I have always enjoyed writing no matter what the context, and to not want to do it at all is a little disconcerting. Perhaps I need to read more.

I am hiding in your closet

I have a Japan Shimeji and an England Shimeji wandering around on my desktop. They keep sitting near each other. Even though they can't possibly be aware of each other.. it's almost like they are o.o



I shot an email off to the ESPaCH office and the ITS desk today, so hopefully the problems I mentioned in my last entry will be solved by the end of the week.

And now! If you made it this far, which I hope you did, I need to get my brain back in action, as I'm going to have to be doing a great deal of creative work over the next fifteen months, so I'm stealing this meme from amael_elen 

The Domesticity Meme:
Give me a pairing, and then give me an everyday setting (coming home from work, waking up in the morning, going grocery shopping, etc.) and I'll write a short drabble involving said pairing in said situation. You can ask for pairings that have already been requested, and be as creative as you want with the situations!

ThreetwooneGO!