If I give everyone I know tshirts from various online places for Christmas, this is totally acceptible, right? Perhaps not very original, but I generally don't give clothes, so it is original for me.

Yesterday was quite a good day. Declan is randomly in Scotland again, and I haven't seen him since the very beginning of September, so getting to spend two hours with him was a lot of fun. I've missed him a lot. He's one of the few people here that I can talk to about anything, whether it's geeky or drunken or other shenanigans. With other people it's like I need to pick my topics - oh no, can't talk Stargate with Rachel. Oh no, can't talk about going out with Fraser. Oh no, can't talk about my growing interest in Steampunk with my flatmates.

(Oh yes, Steampunk. Glasgow Uni has a Steampunk society now, and during Fresher's Week Andy and Sabrina ran into them, and later were totally laughing at them and being kinda mean. Then an otherwise sweet and friendly girl from dancing said it in the same tone of voice as you'd say "pink cockroaches" or something - kind of incredulous, kind of disgusted. What's the big deal? I suddenly feel like I understand what it's like to be gay/black/Jewish/whatever in a society where that's still not really allowed. It's like you can't ever be yourself, or let them know who you actually are. Not a feeling I'm used to at all, and not one I cherish. It would be nice to be able to talk to someone here about maybe joining up, and whether I have time or should try to make the time, but everyone has been so weird about it.)

Then in the evening I went over to my former flatmate's place and tried to cheer her up a bit, since she's had a rough couple of days. Don't know how well it went, but at least I showed my support. We've drifted apart since we moved away, and I've missed her.
After that I carried on to Rachel's flat and we had naan bread pizza and tequila shots. YUM. We introduced tequila to another girl, a tequila newbie, and she liked it. Yay! Since today I needed to research for my last essay, I went home around midnight after having lots of fun.

When I got home, Sabrina lent me her hot water bottle! I'd mentioned to Andy I wanted to get one, since we are cheap and haven't turned on the heating yet but I wake up with freezing feet. And oh my god. So goooood. Sticking your feet under the covers and finding them warm? Excellent. Then finding the bottle still warm when you wake up 8 hours later? Molto bene! No chilly extremeties for me! (Oooooh, Soph, see what I did there?!)
So I need to get a hot water bottle in a bad way. I went online to see if there were any clues as to where you can buy them (there weren't), but on a hunch I found this. Muahahaha. Is it bad that I knew, knew that it would exist?


Yay, tomorrow my Mummy comes! =D =D =D

Firstly: today I was discussing Stargate Universe with a fellow fan and used the phrase "booped up" (from Erfworld) to describe what the Ancients did in the Pegasus galaxy. I AM SUCH A GEEK.

Second: I've been thinking more and more about getting a tattoo, and although I have quite a good idea of what I want, other people's reactions have made me pause.

( Cut for picture and rant ) EDIT: whoa, two cuts. I fail at formatting and cannot figure out how/where things went wrong. Just click the first if you're interested at all :P

I 'm kind of annoyed at my mother.
Don't get me wrong. I love my mother, and my father, and all my brothers and sisters; have missed and still miss them all (including the adopted ones). So many times I've wished I didn't have these essays taking my time so I could fly down to good ol' NL for a weekend visit. Now my mother has returned to Holland as well, so I'd get to see three of my favourite people at once. It's a short enough flight.

And that's the problem. My mother's booked and payed for a visit here next weekend. Next weekend. She's here between the 8th and 11th and it would be a glorious four days if it wasn't for the fact that I have a frickin' essay due the 12th what the hell was she thinking?!. At the moment I'm still working on my Philosophy, which is due on Thursday, so I'll only have a week to research, plan, and write my Psychology essay. And four of those days will now also have my mother in them, because my priorities weren't mixed enough as it is.

This is sort of typical though, since the only time my father came to visit was when I'd been in Glasgow for less than a week, and I didn't know the city and I wanted to be with my flatmates and future friends and got a bad cold to boot. So them visiting me at a bad time is pretty standard. And obviously it would be much too difficult to, say, call me and ask when is a good time to visit. God forbid that ever happen. But they know how stressed I've been, and that I have essays, and am struggling to get them done. Parents!

Oh, well. I'll email my Psych Convener and ask if I could get until Friday 13th instead. 

SIGH.

I was coming from the library and started composing a post in my head when I noticed what a lovely day it was - warm and with clear skies, with the sun starting to near the horizon but still a ways to go. A vast improvement over the weather at around noon, when I was cursing my stupidity for not bringing my umbrella. Seriously, what was I thinking.
In any case, I was intending to write about my Philosophy progress (not much) and how wonderful day it would be to take a dog for a walk, like, say, a certain person's Malamute. I noticed there were a lot of people on University Avenue, and when I came nearer I saw that THEY WERE ZOMBIES. ZOMBIES WERE MARCHING DOWN UNI AVENUE OMG IT WAS SO COOL. ZOMBIE PARADE!!! They have facebook pages and myspace and stuff! I only walked with them for about five minutes, but it made me so happy. ZOMBIES IN GLASGOW, PEOPLE. They were lurching and moaning and one girl had a saw through her head, and there were even kids joining in! :D :D :D

SOPH IF THEY DO THIS NEXT YEAR WE ARE SO IN. WE ARE DOING IIITTTTT.

It was a bit fortunate they were there, as well, since one of the reasons I wasn't getting anything done in the library was that I've been bitten by a plot poodle regarding an old fanfiction story for Terinu that I never finished or even thought through in my mind. Now I have this whole flashback-esque idea with a circular story type thing and even though the story itself might not even really go any further than the beginning of the flashback, it would still be really fun and impossible to write. Or draw. I think it would work better in comic form. The problem(s) is (are) that a) I need more info about ferin and that 'verse but I don't want to bug chaypeta about it since she's so busy now, and b) WHAT AM I THINKING I HAVE SCHOOL. Me doing this would mean I would first have to write the fricking thing, and decide what I want to do, if it's possible within the universe she's set out, and how everything would go, and then I'd have to draw it. I HAVE ESSAYS.

And yet this is what I'm going to be doing until it's time for dinner and showers and getting changed for Hallowe'en. Sigh. Oh yes, my priorities are so straight.

Current Mood: excited

 I am not working, and too hyped up by awesome music to want to sleep just yet. Clearly writing in LJ is the answer!

I finished 1 of three handing-in things for school for this term! And there was much rejoicing. It must be said, I was pretty close to not making the deadline. OH WELL. To be honest I could probably have worked around that to not get any penalty, though. I AM (AB)USING THE SYSTEM. Philosophy is technically due this Thursday, but I have an extension until the 2nd. Then Psychology is technically due the 9th, but I have "a few days" extension. I'm not sure how long that is. Until Thursday? Friday? Though I'm sort of confident if I email Margaret Martin about it, she'll let me have until the next Monday. That would be abusing the system though. A week should be enough to do a 1500 word essay. And I have 9 days to do my Phil, so maybe I'll actually get a bit ahead. MAYBE. Although I am technically BEHIND at the moment.... psshht. Whatevs!

The other day when I was walking home from the library I decided that when I get Magical Fairy Jesus powers the fifth thing I'll do is give myself the ability to actually concentrate and focus on work. It will be revolutionising. Then I realised that I couldn't leave it at that, but had to actually make a list. 
When I get Magical Fairy Jesus powers I will:
1) Make it so no country ever goes to war again. Oh, and none of this "nuclear weapon" crap.
2) World hunger? What?
3) Cure or provide the means of curing major afflictions like cancer, aids, and....hmm... just completely off the top of my head, Lyme Disease. Not that I'm thinking of anyone in particular. Nope.
4) Make it so no one remembers that I have Magical Fairy Jesus powers. I would be all "Aaaagh stop bowing to me I'm not fricking God!"
5) The aforementioned concentration skills.
and 6) Either myself or cause someone else to start investigating how I'm doing all these Magical Fairy Jesus things, specifically teleportation. 'Cause the way I think of it, is that there's still some Physical force that's helping me do these things, and we can manipulate them so some degree with machines. So, teleportation pods! And they would be available to the masses, not just the filthy rich.

You'll notice that I don't just solve all the problems in the world, but maybe just make some things better and then provide the means for us to do the rest ourselves. I don't believe in some magical person coming up suddenly and fixing everything; we need to strive for something. Like, countries will still be all "I hates you" but unable to go to bloody horrible pointless war over it. They'll have to resort to less gruesome methods, bwa ha ha.

Shit, I just remembered Global warming.
...No, wtf. We need to fix that shit ourselves and get off our lazy Scrooge-y asses and change our lifestyle and maybe build those houses that are basically completely insulated and don't ever need heating or anything but stay the same temperature always despite how ugly they are and how expensive it might get.

So what would YOU do with Magical Fairy Jesus powers?

( Cut to spare people from non-details of my cold )

Speaking of, today my Philosophy lecturer said that we should be finalising our first drafts. Hahahahahahaa. Hahaha. Yeah, I haven't started anything yet. At the moment I'm "researching" for my lab report, except clearly I'm on LJ. Oh well!

I have had a total of 15 days of school so far. Of these, I have either been so sick so I had to stay home or so sick that I wasn't exactly concentrating very well for 8. That's over half. I feel so ridiculously behind! I've missed/skipped so much! Naturally it can't be just one long-lasting illness either, but two smallish ones that both begin on Mondays. No being sick on the weekends for me!

It had been getting better, but today the mother of all monstrous headaches came along to say hi. I wish I could just hibernate until I'm well again.

Staying at home and listening to the soundtrack to Buffy's musical episode instead of going to a social event with the Psychological Society is totally acceptable.

Today I actually did half an hour of work on an essay! As in the planning, I mean.  I realised that since it's October now - and when did that happen, anyway? - I only have 25 days until my lab report is due, and 28 until my Phil essay. Urk. Things haven't been due on the same week for me before. On the other hand this means that I have two weekends to write my Psych essay! Yesterday I did do some note-taking/reading for Phil, but now I think I'll do the other essay question. I feel like "Is any version of the argument from design plausible?" is easier to answer than "Is moral subjectivism a plausible philosophical position?", though in both cases part of me is screaming what do you mean by plausible? I'd really like to get the actual lab-gathering-data-thing for the report done with, so I can get the report itself over with. It feels okay to not do Phil until after the lab report is done (since it's due earlier), but the flip side of this is that I'll feel real stressed until I can start the essay. Does that make sense at all? Of course, finishing the lab report doesn't mean I'll stop procrastinating and start the essay....

In any case, tomorrow I'll work on some Psychology stuff after the lab time. Depending on what we do in it, it'll either be the lab report or my Psych essay. Psychology is just so much more interesting than Phil!

But clearly Buffy pwns both Psychology and Philosophy. Whatever, I'll be social tomorrow after school and studying and stuff.

Man I hate being sick. This has been going on since Saturday, too. It is getting old. Sunday was the worst, with pretty much only a fever plaguing me but to such an extent that my body was fooled into thinking it was cold. I was shivering the entire day and night. Then Monday morning, the first day of school, I got up a full two hours before I would need to leave (since I knew everything would take about twice as long as normal) and when I tried to get back to my room from the toilet I got so dizzy I fainted and collapsed onto the floor. Because oh yeah, it's important to drink lots of water when you have a fever, and I'd forgotten. So no Psychology for me!
(It's not easy to convey how ...weak and pathetic that made me feel. It's happened a few times in my life that I've simply....fallen on my ass/face whenever I've closed my eyes, and every time it's such a bad, confusing feeling. You can't rely on your body. You can't assume you can do things, because you might fall on your way. I hate it.)

Today and yesterday the fever has been pretty gone, apart from when going to bed yesterday. I suddenly started getting pains in my eyes and the fever must have returned since I couldn't stop shivering again, even when I realised that actually, it was pretty warm under the covers. After 1½ hours of trying to sleep and failing, I gave in and took more medicine. Should have done that three hours earlier, but I get stupidly stubborn about weird things sometimes. Today was pretty crappy with a headache that didn't go away even with 1000 mg of paracetamol. Siiiiiigh.

My father asked me today whether I have a blocked nose. No, I said, it's a strong, steady stream.
Whatever. This too shall pass.

I probably shouldn't post when I'm this sleepy, but oh well. Illegibility isn't that bad, right?
Technically it's Monday now, but for the sake of this post I'll assume it's still Sunday. I'm sure that'll make everything so much better! Somehow.

( Cut for two and a half days of Glasgow!tiems! )

I should go to bed, but I want to listen to music. Mmmm War of the Worlds. Argh indecision!