|As they say, when it rains, it pours...
||[Nov. 25th, 2005|10:19 pm]
OH MY GOD! :: dies ::|
Roz, the head honcho of the Science Foundation course is some kind of inhuman machine! Imagine Professor Walsh off Buffy with a hernia, or good old bookverse Dr. Calvin with chronic toothache. Dr Jackson is a mean machine, completely intolerant of failure to comply and pretty well...everything! She smiled today in lecture (although it was more of a crocidile's grin) and me and Steve actually looked at each other in silent, terrified shock, nervously chuckling to laugh off the fact we'd been unsettled by some little old lady lecturer!
S. Charlesworth is a scatterbrained, grey haired female physical geography lecturer who has frequent brainfarts and has to ask the class what word she's looking for. J. Bennet is a gay looking man who always wears brown, teaches The Natural World and looks like if you said 'boo' to him he'd run away, but him and Roz often have quiet 'not-being-slaughtered' conversations. Chris is a completely hopeless physical geography tutorial teacher, from Nigeria, and he seems to have taken a shine to me that I'm very uncomfortable with (in the first lesson he told me I reminded him of a lioness, which I was stupid enough to be mildly flattered by, but now I'm just getting freaked out by him). I have no idea what her name is, but the woman who takes us for Animal and Plant Biology is a shade away from HOPELESS, and one of our practical geography teachers is an american looking male who I swear wears mascara and/or eyeshadow.
I've been snowed under with work all of a sudden. Everything comes at once, I've just packed up a framed painting ready for posting, I have two reptile hides nearing completion and needing packaging and posting, and some people interested in doing business with me. I stopped up till 5am on monday night pooing myself over some coursework I thought I needed to hand in the next day (wasnt actually due in till 4pm friday), I have a powerpoint presentation to do for Roz on solutions for increasing nutrient intake in the plant kingdom (my chance to impress and point out that I'm not a mindless slacker and dont require yelling at). I've just about completed the coursework due in tomorrow to the best of my current abilities, and tomorrow night I'm going out to a gay club/bar with some people I vaguely know.
Going to meet up with Shven, the bisexual boyfriend of one of my uni mates, who I've spoken to lots on msn but never actually met. We are going to meet two of the key organisers of a LGBT society off the train, (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) who are coming up for a conferencey meeting thing and are being lent accomodation by Shven. Were gonna go party, then because its nigh on impossible to get home via public transport after 9:45, I'm stopping over with. I'm being put in the livingroom with the LGBT secretary. I'm just hoping I don't get nigh on molested again, as did happen for the majority of the fireworks party I went to two weeks ago, at which a girl called Katie decided we were a physical match made in heaven, despite my rather irritated and decidedly loud shouts of "STOP TOUCHING ME! GET OFF!"
So yea, life is busy!