This week and next week...

...are just going to be two of those weeks.

Yesterday is a prime example of that. Getting up, I found that the thing sticking to my palate was actually my tongue - our electrical heaters had become so hot over night that the climate in our room was desert-like. So, got up bright and early, off to Uni with Crocky, nice Psy tutorial - all fine so far.

Rushed off to check mails, found that my application for a deadline extension had been refused because it's department policy to be mean, not care for overlapping deadlines with other departments and just refuse anything. Fine, three things on the same day.
Not a problem for me, the deadline master.

So, the next ten days looks like this:

• 11.3. Concert: Mozart's Mass in C Minor, featuring the Kelvin Ensemble (Squee!! Best third trombone in the world!), the Chapel Choir (aka the important choir) and the Choral society (aka us. The unimportant, underappreciated masses who just like singing).
  
• 13.3. Deadline for a Psychology Essay
  
• 16.3. Apparently deadline for some dumb tutorial assignment in ELit - my thoughts about a poem by Sylvia Plath in 1,500 words. I hate these.
  
• 16.3. Deadline for an English Language Essay. Easy, only about Sapir-Whorf.
  
• 16.3. Deadline for the Russian Writing Project No.2 - 800 words about Putin. AHHH!!!
  
• 16.3. Progress Test No.3 in Russian about all the Grammer we've covered this year. AHHHHHHH!!!

Does anyone else notice a certain tendency there? 
I am not going to survive this week. But then - these still don't count for me at all, which is good because it takes away a lot of pressure (and motiviation... oh, heck) - and they're only essays, the Psy one mustn't be longer than 1,500 words - which is hard for me, the rambler, the Linguistic one is only laughable 800 words long. But Russian! Ahhh!! And I am not supposed to plagiarise - a short biography... What was I thinking?

After taking Crocky's sister back to Glasgow Central (managing to buy the wrong tickets for Crocky and me on the way...) and seeing her off we had to run after a bus to be on time for the rehearsal session with Choirs and Ensemble - and I fell FLAT ON MY FACE. 

I even slid along a couple of inches. Must have been a funny sight. This hasn't happened to me in YEARS and of course had to happen now in front of a thousand people waiting for the bus.
It didn't hurt much, but it did leave ugly marks on my brand new trousers. ARGH! 

The rehearsal in the evening went reasonably well, but it didn't help that even though she DOES, in contrast to James, remember that Altos exist, because Marjorie has done something which made me positively furious her in spite of her good conducting skills. 
It shouldn't bother me too much because it is not really about me... but it's about Crocky and that makes me even angrier. Crocky did not get an e-mail about a rehearsal which had been organised at really short notice and therefore wasn't there. Not her fault, apparently the secretary of the Kelvin Ensemble messed something up. Now that doesn't even sound like that much of a big deal, but Marjorie completely overreacted - and to such an extend that even James said it was way over the top. She likes singling people out and putting them down - and Crocky! When Michael's the one who has missed most rehearsals last term and was even late for the final rehearsal! Grrrrrrrrr!

I am going to kill her. 

But only after finishing and handing in the final draft of my Russian Writing thing. GAH!

Fort William II

Blegh, I feel insufficient. I have to take a course in photography (no news there).

Apart from that, I have been battling with this uni computer for hours now, trying to get it to upload the pictures I wanted to show people. But it didn't work, so I have to try again later.

Some of them can be found at bugbitten.com, others I'll show to you here. They've all got different sizes, so I'll go and resize- Oh, hey, wait, I couldn't do that, anyway, because this ruddy computer does not have the programs. Whee.

So, here goes.

1.) The Ben Nevis range

2.) From top

3.) Another from top

4.) Down in glen

5.) River Nevis

6.) Mountain range in river

7.) Pretty blue water

8.) Loch Linnhe

9.) Another of Loch Linnhe

Sigh. I wish I could make better pictures. Well, the weather wasn't perfect, either.

And I guess I just did not take the best pictures I saw. But that doesn't really matter, because those I will remember forever, along with all other untaken pictures.

Well, now I have to try and prize Crocky free from her flirt with a guy who calls himself "Nicholas Flamel". I guess I hate him. He's one of the Mods on a role-playing board.

An utterly Sue-infested role-playing board full of people who are covered in scars, are halves of pretty much every species there is, including vampires (thanks, Blade. Due to you, we have people who are half dead). Strangely, however, there are no half-centaurs. But half-veelas galore. And one guy who believes he is Harry. And another who cannot also apparate in Hogwarts, but also pesters everyone with his friggin' annoying cross-over character. Who is a werewolf. He pretends to be 35 and married, but as far as I can see, 13 and bored is far more likely.

Alright, then. Off to a pretty FULL weekend. There's a concert tomorrow, too. Sigh. And work. Nothing new.

Have a nice weekend!