Today I had my first exam; Psychology! And it was good. Or at least not bad. I'm always worried after exams, my thoughts will go from "that went well!" to "Oh god, well at least I probably won't get a C3". I'm fairly confident I'll get an overall B for this term though, which is exactly what I needed! An overall B for the entire year will guarantee me a place in Psychology Honours, so this is a step in the right direction.

( Cut for Psycho-stuff. As in PsychoLOGY, not the other kind )

ANYWAY Philosophy is on Thursday, at the ridiculous time of 16:30. Why the lateness. Whyyyy. And then on Friday I go HOOOMMMMEEEE YAY ÅLAND YAY MUMMY YAY CHRISTMAS YAAAAY.

/caps lock.

EDIT: I also fixed the heating problem. Well, at the moment it's still off, but I've called the repair people and they should come tomorrow but hopefully today. In the meantime I called a friend who is a senior resident and asked for advice (since it was Sunday evening when I did) and he fixed us some spare portable radiators. I will not call them space heaters, because they do not, in fact, heat space. Space is far away. But they are portable radiators. And they radiate heat. Glorious heat!
And god forbid my flatmates doing anything but NO WE'RE LAZY WE MIGHT HAVE TO PAY. Well no, because it's not our fault it's off. This is what landlords do. Anyway.

(And YAY SOPH AM AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST YAY MY FUTURE WIFE NANE)

Okay, so sometimes my flatmates annoy me so much I want to kill them. For instance, whenever I walk into the kitchen (oh god oh god I just realised that Christmas means I'll spend three weeks in a house with a clean kitchen oh my god).

But sometimes they're pretty damn excellent to have. For instance, when I'm thinking about leaving my relatively warm and comfy seat to enter said cold messy kitchen to scrounge up some food, they knock on my door: "Hey, we're gonna order pizza with the spend-over-£30-get-50%-off thing. Want one?"

UHMM YES.

Revision status: Good. Only done two hours so far, but after eating I'll sit down and go over Cognitive Psych and Biopsych again, which'll be another 1½, ish. That'll have me done three subjects of four, with two days to go.

Current Mood: cold

So today I did about ....two? hours of studying. Yesterday I didn't do anything. My Psychology is on Monday. OH WELL. I did get my last essay back - finally, only 4 days before the exam, good god - and got a respectable B2. This means 50% of my grade this term is already a high B, which is excellent. To be guaranteed a place in Honours I'll need to get a B average for this year, so it would be a very good start to get a B for this term. Which would be easier if I actually, you know, studied.

But then somebody had to start linking me some great Harry Potter fanfics, and then I wanted to reread my favourite 37 chapter one, and, well.

This time next week it'll all be over, though. In roughly 191 hours I'll be on Åland again =D with my Mum! Yes! And there'll be gingerbread biscuits and lussebullar and the proper Christmas decorations and my mother being stressed about things and then my Dad will come and my brothers - but not my middle one because he's still being a prat and not talking to my Mum. Because 7 months isn't enough time to get over a fight, you know. Ugh, he is not getting a gift from me at all. Petty, perhaps, but I'll start talking to him once he freaking grows up. Anyway.

For New Years I'll be with my Farmer family and future wife and sister in laws and everything will be happy. Mum forwarded an email correspondence they'd had and was happy that they might finally come visit Åland, which is a thought that makes me happy and fills me with dread simultaneously. Peder and Clarissa are so very....them. And my family is not. Especially my brothers.And last summer my sister made a nasty remark to my mother when discussing this family (which really upset her, actually) and I sort of want to keep her away from them, even while I want her to meet them so she understands that no, we actually just like them is it so hard to fathom? But I always have weird feelings about my sister. I really do need to spend more time with her, one-on-one. On the other, other hand if she isn't there we can give P&C their nice bedroom.

YAY CHRISTMAS. In ONE WEEK YAY.

Scottish Universities Scottish Country Dance Festival. Was so much fun!

( Warnings for much caps lock. By which I mean AWESOME )
Phew. Hopefully pictures and videos will be put up soon. This is why I need a camera of my own. Which I am getting! :D
Oh, and next year chances are high that Glasgow will have to host SUSCDF. Guess who'll be forced to be President next year? Hurk I'm going to have to organise TWO BALLS HALP. I'm thinking I'll learn to delegate REAL QUICK.

OH AND BTW I love Christmas music. :) I'll be home in less than two weeks!

Current Mood: cheerful

I missed that there's no new episode of Stargate Universe this week, and now I am sad.

Sophia says it's "because of Thankgiving". That was yesterday. Seriously, TV people, I need my crack! Give me my SGU!

Fine, then maybe tomorrow I'll actually work or something equally ridiculous in retaliation.

Current Mood: annoyed

Yesterday I got a cold, because apparently getting sick twice in one term isn't enough. It's been more of a nuisance than anything else - not as strong as my feverish shaking ones I had earlier this year (I feel mostly fine now, after all), it's mainly irritation at my nose (dear God, I understand that the spice mucus must flow, but where does it all come from?!) - but I still decided to take it easy today and watch some Disney. So, I plugged Atlantis: The Lost Empire into youtube and sat back.

I'd not seen it before, so didn't really know what to expect. Atlantis. Some cool-looking submarine.
It starts with linguist Daniel Jackson Milo Thatch trying to convince other scientists that his outlandish theories are in fact correct; that Atlantis is real and they should go there. When they finally find it, the leader of the expedition, Jack O'Neill Commander Rourke assures the King of Atlantis that they're peaceful explorers (he even uses that exact phrase).
Commander O'Neil with only one l this time Rourke tries to kill the entire civilization by blowing it up stealing their power source, but is stopped by Daniel Milo. There's a flee-the-lava-using-our-flying-carpet scene in there too. At the end, the Atlanteans are saved, their city given a fresh start, and Daniel Milo Daniel stays in Abydos with his new wife.

Okay, I'm sorry for the Stargate, but seriously. I didn't even bother learning his name until over halfway through, because I just called him Daniel. He even has a whacko grandfather who took care of him and was ridiculed for his theories! He's got basically the same hairstyle, even the glasses. Even the whole "here's a linguist but hey it turns out they all speak English anyway" thing is the same. Hurr SG-1 ripoff hurr.

That being said, it was a good movie. I liked the team, was freaked out by mole, was not very surprised when they turned on him. Didn't quite understand where exactly they were - they went underwater, then into an air pocket place that could reach the sky? What happened to the ocean?And then there was something about a volcano? Ooookay.

Current Mood: amused

So today I wasted about three or four hours on mindless internet surfing, then started Philosophy. After about 10 minutes of that I started doodling story scenes instead, and now I have a glorious half-page tall pissed off ferin using bion for the first time in one of my notebooks. The picture is, quite frankly, made of extreme win (apart from the hands. I hate hands. At least you get the idea that she is clenching them), but I am kind of creeped out by it, because she is so very thin. Starvation thin. And it looks realistic. Proportional.

I can draw creepy-starved thin people. Where did I pick up this skill? No, I don't want to know. I'll just decide that it's a result of doodling this thin ferin for about 5 years in my developing art skill level. She has been a staple of my margins in my notebooks since before IB, so I suppose I should be good at drawing her by now.

I really should go back to Philosophy now, though. It's due at 9 AM tomorrow.
Sigh. I wish I could just plan my story all day long.

YOU GUYS.

When I was about 15 or 16 I started this fan story for chaypeta 's Terinu universe. And abandoned it after the first chapter, which is probably a good thing (why hello there, Mary Sue!). And the past year or so I've been less and less in that 'verse, since Peta has taken time off for extra Real Life work and taking care of her children and things like some sort of Responsible Person. Until, that is, this months' NaNo, in which she's updating a story with ferins and stupid humans and what's going to happen to Keelan oh emm gee.


I think sleep is necessary.
(Oh, and - I never really watched Star Trek: The Original Series as a child, but yesterday I sat down and watched the 4th movie (with the whales!). I don't understand why Kirk is supposed to be such a womaniser. McCoy is hotter than Kirk. That is all.)

Today's Crowning Moment of Heartwarming?

Astrid Lindgren has a TV Tropes page. And so does Ronja Rövardotter and Bröderna Lejonhjärta! Squee!

I forgot the workbook for Statistics, so the class is even more mind-numbing than usual - chiefly because I can't spend my time doodling until she stops talking and we actually do something on the computer. Statistical words are going in my brainpan! Quick, someone hit me on the head or they might take root!

Tonight us dancing peeps are meeting in Ruari's flat to make our ball programme. Since the only dances I know the names to are Iona's Cross (which will be in SUSCDF! YES!) and Mairie's Wedding, I am going mainly for the free pizza. And socialising. It'll be at least two hours between the end of Stats and the time to leave, though, and in that time I must read Philosophy things for my tutorial tomorrow. All 60 pages. Uuuuuuuuggghh.

I am not feeling school at the moment. I am really not feeling lectures, revision, catching up, tutorials, reading, anything.
This is a serious issue.

On the one hand I know that Christmas is close, that there's only four weeks and two days before I leave for home, but on the other hand it seems like it'll be FOREVER before I finally get a proper break where I can lark about without having to feel guilty. It feels like the holidays will never come. But then I realise that "oh shit I only have another full week for Psych and Phil lectures, two for Stats, and then there's exams right after aaagh I must study double-u tee eff". Four weeks and two days until I leave means ony four weeks and two days left of this term, with everything that implies.

This week I was going to go to STA Travel again and book my flight to the US this Easter, but I haven't yet. I was also going to find a good agent that can look for mine and Soph's flat for next year, but I haven't done that yet either. God I wish I could just curl up in front of our fire at home and read the new Terry Pratchett and listen to Dad make bad jokes and my mother squabbling with everyone who'll listen and my brother Jesper being all "I will squash you by hugs!" and not realising it and god.

My love for Christmas is bad for my work motivation =P