this s**t is bananas

As I was beginning my study for my essay test at 11 this morning* I was bemused to hear one of the office ladies wandering around saying "it's me, Marianna! I'm sober! I'm bringing guests around!" Apparently she needed to mention that she was sober before using my room to show prospective guests- frankly this is unsurprising because my room's kind of a pigsty. But that's not the funny thing, the funny thing is she sticks her head around the door and says "Tui, this is Louise, can she have a look at your room?" And as I live and breathe, it was Louise Tie! Who goes to my old school! I am not kidding! :D VERY conincidental. Anyway, I did the propaganda-it's-really-great-here jazz and then got on with my study, but it was nice to see her.

Then, during the test, which was sociolinguistics, I found myself writing a page an a half on Henry V, which I'm doing in Shakespeare at the moment. I, um. I just don't know what came over me, although in my defence the essay was on face and politeness and I was analysing Henry's use of face throughout the play and with particular attention to his speech at Harfleur...

Finally on this-is-the-last-day-of-term-and-I-can-be-fucking-random-if-I-want: I really, really feel like an aero bar. But I don't think they sell them here any more. :(

*That is to say, the test was at eleven. I started studying for it around 9.30. Yeah yeah yeah yeah.

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Meme! About people you know IRL. Fun except for the way they kept asking me questions about thinkaholic's dating life. Ew.

1. Go here.
2. Pass it on.
( my answers )