It wasn't a chest infection, merely an extremely severe cold that caused me to pull abdominal muscles from all of the coughing and had me incapacitated for about a fortnight. So, yeah, it was a really bad cold.
Christmas has been an gone, and I can't say I'm not a little relieved. Christmas has this nasty habit of being far more work than it's worth, even if we did manage to avoid the drama and histrionics this year.
I've gotten all of my work in now, save for what's due in mid January, and I only have a couple of exams this year so at least I can have a little bit of a break over the holidays rather than spending the whole thing revising. Which is good, because I only just recovered from the previously mentioned cold in time to actually get all of my work in, which has just about finished me off, and I'm about to take on a pretty big project which I'm sure that I will regret and which I'm about to tell you about.
You see, starting on the first of January I plan to write a 100 word drabble every day for the entire year. Yes, that's write, EVERY. FUCKING. DAY.
Now, I know I have a habit of not following things through (I still don't know a single word of Russian besides yes and no) so that's why this is such a big thing. By putting this on the internet, it will be clear to everybody if I give up after a couple of weeks. I'm kind of hoping that will motivate me to keep at it and not fail miserably.
I've opted to call the whole thing "The Acellevin Project", as Acellevin is the name of the invented fantasy land where most of these stories will inevitably be set. I will be uploading the stories onto this blog here: http://theacellevinproject.blogspot.co.uk/ and also onto a tumblr I've created just for this purpose, if I can figure out how the whole thing works, which is at: http://theacellevinproject.tumblr.com/
While I won't make any promises that this will actually go to plan, I can say I will do my best, or, in the very least, do my best for the first few weeks. Mostly I'm just hoping this won't quite be a complete and total disaster.
And, honestly, I've no idea why I even do these things, because, let's face it, there's no way anybody is actually reading this.
Saturday 28 December 2013
Sunday 8 December 2013
A Very Overdue Update
Well, I've been mostly absent on the webs for some time now. I suppose I should probably give you all some updates, hmm?
Well, where to start? I, astoundingly, didn't fail first year, so now I'm a second year university student. I'm probably going to fail this year, but oh well.
I'm also now "Officially" out of the closet as transgendered, though I'm not making a point of making it clear to everyone I meet. I made all of the necessary big steps: telling parents, setting up an appointment with a psychiatrist (not quite as awful as I was expecting), changing my name on facebook - yes, that is a big step, for those of us the appropriate age to be dependent on the interwebs, anyway.
I'm off campus this year, so now I have to pay monthly rent - really starting to feel like a grown-up now. Travel into university is a pain in the arse, but it's much quieter than being in halls.
I also somehow ended up with a twitter account, which is something I mock everybody else for having. I use it more than I would like to admit, mostly during all-nighters or while I'm on the bus.
Other than that, nothing much really has changed. This is still dull and monotonous, I've still nothing interesting to post. I'm still a shoddy writer, as shoddy musician, a shoddy fencer/archer/quidditch-player-person, I'm an exceptionally shoddy student and I'm not too good an artist either. But I suppose you learn to just accept these things and move on.
Also, I've recently come down with what is either an exceptionally severe cold or a chest infection, for which I'm actually going to go to the doctor's for once. Seriously, nothing's changed, and I've nothing new to tell you about.
Who even reads this thing, anyway?
Well, where to start? I, astoundingly, didn't fail first year, so now I'm a second year university student. I'm probably going to fail this year, but oh well.
I'm also now "Officially" out of the closet as transgendered, though I'm not making a point of making it clear to everyone I meet. I made all of the necessary big steps: telling parents, setting up an appointment with a psychiatrist (not quite as awful as I was expecting), changing my name on facebook - yes, that is a big step, for those of us the appropriate age to be dependent on the interwebs, anyway.
I'm off campus this year, so now I have to pay monthly rent - really starting to feel like a grown-up now. Travel into university is a pain in the arse, but it's much quieter than being in halls.
I also somehow ended up with a twitter account, which is something I mock everybody else for having. I use it more than I would like to admit, mostly during all-nighters or while I'm on the bus.
Other than that, nothing much really has changed. This is still dull and monotonous, I've still nothing interesting to post. I'm still a shoddy writer, as shoddy musician, a shoddy fencer/archer/quidditch-player-person, I'm an exceptionally shoddy student and I'm not too good an artist either. But I suppose you learn to just accept these things and move on.
Also, I've recently come down with what is either an exceptionally severe cold or a chest infection, for which I'm actually going to go to the doctor's for once. Seriously, nothing's changed, and I've nothing new to tell you about.
Who even reads this thing, anyway?
What I meant to post during summer
Well, this has been a hectic couple of weeks - okay, make that months, and I should really update more frequently. I finished those masks, and after I get the paint touched up in a couple of places that were chipped in transport, I'll upload some photos for you at some point.
In other news, I'm pretty sure that I've officially failed first year, and while I usually do badly despite having worked extremely hard - or, rather, that's how things used to go - this year I have entirely brought it upon myself. Honestly, I'm not even sure what's happened. I used to be extremely hard working and ambitious, with a pretty strong moral code to boot.
Now? Well, my ambitions are still to join the armed forces, but as a rate rather than an officer, which is still a respectable plan but not quite as ambitious.
I also no longer work that hard, having lost interest in... well... pretty much everything, really. I think I may have just given up at life. Honestly, I've been losing this game for a while now, and admittedly I'm beginning to wonder what the point is.
I'm back home over the summer and now need to find something to entertain myself with. I don't see it going to well, if I'm honest. I still don't have the motivation to really do anything with myself, and I've been ill. I spent some time in the west midlands, and now am down in the west country, so you might actually get some photos
I could rant about multiple different things, too, but I couldn't be bothered to do that when they happened and I can't be bothered to now.
And, in other random news, I at least had an excuse to go out and get drunk the last couple of weeks of uni. We had the SU society awards, which was conveniently a masked ball (yes, I did wear one of the home made masks, I'll let you know which when I upload the photos), and Quidditch won an award for something but I can't quite remember what. I didn't get too drunk, though, because I was ill.
Then, the Rock Society had their end of year festival/12-hour piss-up thing, and the Pagan society were there doing card readings. That was fun, but again, I was ill, and ended up going home early, and didn't get even slightly drunk.
So, yeah, I hate being ill.
EDIT: Holy shit I meant to post this near the end of the summer, forgot, it's just been sitting in my drafts and it's now almost time for the obligatory Christmas rant... Well shit...
In other news, I'm pretty sure that I've officially failed first year, and while I usually do badly despite having worked extremely hard - or, rather, that's how things used to go - this year I have entirely brought it upon myself. Honestly, I'm not even sure what's happened. I used to be extremely hard working and ambitious, with a pretty strong moral code to boot.
Now? Well, my ambitions are still to join the armed forces, but as a rate rather than an officer, which is still a respectable plan but not quite as ambitious.
I also no longer work that hard, having lost interest in... well... pretty much everything, really. I think I may have just given up at life. Honestly, I've been losing this game for a while now, and admittedly I'm beginning to wonder what the point is.
I'm back home over the summer and now need to find something to entertain myself with. I don't see it going to well, if I'm honest. I still don't have the motivation to really do anything with myself, and I've been ill. I spent some time in the west midlands, and now am down in the west country, so you might actually get some photos
I could rant about multiple different things, too, but I couldn't be bothered to do that when they happened and I can't be bothered to now.
And, in other random news, I at least had an excuse to go out and get drunk the last couple of weeks of uni. We had the SU society awards, which was conveniently a masked ball (yes, I did wear one of the home made masks, I'll let you know which when I upload the photos), and Quidditch won an award for something but I can't quite remember what. I didn't get too drunk, though, because I was ill.
Then, the Rock Society had their end of year festival/12-hour piss-up thing, and the Pagan society were there doing card readings. That was fun, but again, I was ill, and ended up going home early, and didn't get even slightly drunk.
So, yeah, I hate being ill.
EDIT: Holy shit I meant to post this near the end of the summer, forgot, it's just been sitting in my drafts and it's now almost time for the obligatory Christmas rant... Well shit...
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