Neither here nor there

So it's the beginning of week 3, and I'm not quite sure where week 1 and 2 have gone. I wish I could say it's been due to a hectic schedule of debauchery and wild freshers events, but sadly this is me and as much as my lovely PJ friends would like to believe that I'm an alcoholic, the only alcohol I've had all week is a glass of fizzy lemoncello while watching some documentary on the telly.

My courses are all a mess. I thought I had them sorted out after meeting with my personal tutor, but it isn't very helpful when he keeps saying "Come on, with your grades you can do anything you want!"

I don't want to do anything. I want him to specifically tell me if I should drop freaking killer Math for signals and systems and take up crappy no brainer Software Engineering or ditch 9am Controls lectures and do Peter Cheung's Deegital Seestems. Well, he did tell me that Controls doesn't seem to fit in because of my Signals and Comms direction, but I'm happily dropping it because I don't want 9am lectures four times a week.

So I'm running from lecture to lecture most of the time. I'm even recording lectures in Computing that clash with those in EEE. When I have time to breathe, I'm either buying groceries or cleaning the flat, or staring zombie-like at the TV. It's amazing how much time the telly takes off your life. Especially now that we've discovered free cable TV. We're not sure who's paying for it, but we certainly aren't.

But I'm doing an hour of yoga on the side. It's like taking a nap in the middle of a hectic Thursday. Just give me 6 months and I'll be able to contort into a little human cube... or at least finally be able to touch my toes. I want to do Salsa on Tuesdays, but Lionel's not the keenest dance partner. I also want to go for the Leornado Soc sessions, but they're a whopping £3.50! I might go for selective ones, that involve expensive art material.

I still haven't figured out how to bump the other Year Rep nominees out of the race. But I'm taking that easy for now.

The Frida Kahlo exhibition on the last weekend was amazing. I like frustrated artists because I'm a relaxed lazy one.

There's Death of a Salesman next week. Lionel still pretends to sulk about having to give Fidel his ticket. Well, maybe he's not pretending.

Then there's Guys and Dolls to fight for tomorrow. Only 20 tickets. Lionel had damn well better be the first in line. There's nothing that can't be sacrificed for an evening with Ewan McGregor.

I'm done for today.