If you keep procrastinating, you too will be blogging at around 4am in the morning… on a school night.
Well the essays are more or less done now, so I should probably get some sleep. Goodnight.
Just think, I can start my birthday reading after I have done my Greek homework tomorrow afternoon! Hurrah!
Sheesh I’m bored.
Even though the essays are due in tomorrow, I can find no inclination to do them.
I’ll stay sitting at the keyboard in case anything happens.
No more blogs to read – I’m already up to date.
I’ve been listening to Good Morning Sunday from the BBC radio listen again page. I did have good intentions about getting up early to listen live so I could get work started before church, but that didn’t happen. Anyway, the lovely Aled Jones was talking to Maggi Dawn, whose blog I read. It has been very good – some cracking tunes and intelligent conversation.
(some minutes later)
Hurrah! My lovely friend Vanessa has arrived to work as well. Between the two of us we should be able to stop each other slacking and get some things done.
Must go. I have been told to do an hour’s work before taking another break.
My birthday has just crept up on me this year. Normally it is something I look forward to from January onwards, but I just realised yesterday that it is today. (Obviously, I had given some thought to celebrations etc, but hadn’t had that excited butterflies feeling that I used to get).
I figure that this is because in many previous years, I have not been particularly happy with what I am doing and needed the focus of a happy day to concentrate on getting to. This year, however, I am really happy and so today is not going to be very different from normal days, except with the addition of a night out at the pub.
Oh… and the massive pile of presents that awaited me this morning! Let’s just say that there may be some book reviews coming up in the near future.
Anyway, I have essays to write so I must carry on with that. Deadlines take no notice of birthdays and my grand plan to finish them before today has failed, in as much as I haven’t really started them. I have a nice soundtrack to work to: my sister has provided a mix-cd called Folk Off! Songs for [Farli] which are really quite cutting edge… …well some of them.
Hope you all have as nice a day as I am having.
There is a meme going round where you pick your favourite pictures from various categories and it tells you who you are. I am not a very visual person, so I am not going to put it up. Besides, I got to the end, pressed something and then it all disappeared. So there.
Lots of other wiblogs have them.
Just realised I have a meeting, so I have to go.
Perhaps I should enter this in the ‘most pointless blog entry ever’ contest.
Just had 2 wisdom teeth out. The anaesthetic is still active, so there is no pain, but I have developed a lisp.
I had a charming dentist who said it would all be very quick and easy. From my point of view, it was, although the noise as the second one came out was horrible.
I shall be taking things easy for a couple of days, although I figure that I can do that just as effectively at college as at home.
Here’s to a week of soup.
I hate writing about my progress. I am filling in my self-assessment which will form the basis of my annual report. It is just NOT BRITISH to go on about how wonderful I am and how many amazing things I have done this year. On the other hand, if I don’t put them in, my report won’t be so good. I have decided that mostly closing my eyes and squinting at the screen so I can only just see it is the way to go.
In other news – I have finished Jo Returns to the Chalet School, which I think was the first one I ever read.
There will be a short hiatus now as I read A long way down by Nick Hornby for book group on Wednesday. This is a very important social event – the only regular thing that Mr F and I go out to together at the moment – so much more important than essays.
Well, my lovely 4 weeks without lectures is now coming to an end. It doesn’t feel like it has been a holiday because I have been very busy.
This weekend has been a lovely time of remembering the path to being recommended for ordination with lots of people who are right at the start of their journey. It has made me realise how much more confident and relaxed I am now compared to when I had my old job.
Someone pointed out yesterday that I am almost at the end of the first year now. That sounds quite scary.
Anyway, there are essay deadlines looming in a week or so and I have managed to fail to do anything towards them over Easter so this week looks like being hard work. I also have a certain dental procedure coming up which will render me less wise – I can use that as an excuse if the essays get bad marks.
This is by way of saying don’t expect very much from me of any great depth in the next 10 days. All my hard thinking will be channelled into essays and Greek.
Getting gunged was not fun – very gloopy and cold and it got EVERYWHERE.
The reading frenzy has now somewhat abated, although I will read some Chalet School before I go to bed. After some discussion it has been agreed that, what with essay deadlines and everything, I have to stop reading 3 books a day, unless they are theological books.
Yay, first of all, apologies for blaming you. I was clutching at straws and, although it was your blog that inspired me to start a re-read, you are, nevertheless, free of blame due to being thousands of miles away. May I also say how much I enjoyed the link you left me. I think it is the best fan fiction I have read (and there are some bad ones out there). There is another fanfic Chalet School here.
I did read the Malory Towers and St Claire books when I was young, but didn’t really think much of them once I had started on the Chalet Schools:
It is heartening to know that I am not the only book addict around here. Jan, I’ve never read the one you mentioned, but I’ll look out for it. I too was encouraged to read anything around the house when I was young, although I am not sure that Mum would necessarily approved of some of the trash I read when I was a teenager. Yesterday, when I was sorting through some stuff to bring back from my parents’, I found my reading record from my GCSE English course. I seem to have been going through a detective story phase then, listing almost the complete works of Agatha Christie, Ngaio Marsh and Dorothy L. Sayers, as well as various other things including a selection of Chalet Schools and Lord of the Rings (I did not seem to have noted on the form that I used to read LOTR at least twice a year).
Anyway, the books are in a box under the living room table, not to be opened again until 30th April (deadline day). I’ve kept about 3 out of the box to keep me going until then and then recommence with Chalet School in Exile, my absolute favourite of them all.
My name is Farli and I am addicted to reading books. It is an hour since my last fix, but that is because I have been having dinner with my parents and I am not allowed to read at table, then I have been reading wiblogs.
In the 49 and a half hours* since I arrived, I have read 7 books…
…and it is all yay’s fault.
After yay’s mention of Chalet School books, I decided that I would re-read them again this summer, as a break from work. Sadly, I decided just to read one when I got here on Sunday and now look what has happened.
I can report several things:
1) There really are a shocking number of continuity errors and some plain ignorant geography.
2) 7 books in and no-one has been to the loo yet.
3) Either my shelving in the past has been less than accurate or Dad has been reading them again and misfiled them. I assumed that they would all be in the correct order and found myself reading Chalet Girls in Camp before Chalet School and Jo – obviously wrong as Camp mentions them having visited Oberammergau already.
4) I am beginning to understand that I was programmed as a child to do the university course I ended up doing. Most of the early books mention someone who is off to read maths at Royal Holloway.
5) The attitude to ecumenism is… interesting to say the least. I wonder if I could get an essay out of that? Then it would be work and I needn’t feel guilty.
Right, I am off to er… do some Greek in between reading some more.
* I like precision
