November...

..seriously sucks.

My week

A series of 7 deadlines

• 17/11/05 Oral report for Psychology, 10-15 min. Between the three of us. About behaviour. Ah, well.
• 18/11/05 Feared hand-in date for the Essay. I wonder why I ever complained about not having set questions, these are even more crappy than anything I could come up with.
• 18/11/05 Deadline for Psychology Lab 2.
• 18/11/05 Deadline for Psychology lab quiz 2. Kinda logical, since it will be about Lab 2.
• 18/11/05 Deadline for the English Language assignment on Old English and runes. Whee.
• 18/11/05 Deadline for Phonetic Transcription No.2. Have you ever had the pleasure to transcribe a string of Scottish placenames? Kyle of Lochalsh is all I'm saying.
• 18/11/05 Hand-in date for Russian translation no.1

Not that I'm complaining about it or anything, but am I the only one who notices a trend there?

And Crocky has taken to calling me "Mopewing". Sob.

Apart from the noticeable increase in work towards the middle of the semester and my increasing inability to come up with amazing new things nobody has ever said before about Emma and The Magic Toyshop. (Which, incidentally, is a really good book. As you probably all know.)

I am so turning into Miss Bates.

Must get a life.

Any more boring trivia? Oh, yes. Yesterday, we ran into the most glaswegian of all native speakers of Glaswegian: the two hairdressers from "Hair at Hart" (that is not a typo). It was hi-larious, listening to them. ("An Ah thought abood her, 'Ye're not a wee lassie, ye're a wee betch. Prancing abood li' tha'!" - "Ye ken, she's a typ'al heehrdress'r, she likes tae do a bet of a shoh, dancin aroond in the middle oh' the studio, crackin' johks all the teyme.")