The one where I actually bothered to go to the doctors...

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.

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?

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...

Because I'm procrastinating

Can you tell I have work to do? I got a deadline date mixed up with an exam date, and didn't realise until a deadline date had passed, and haven't done an essay because I thought I had another month to do it in. I have a couple more days to get it done just to get a 40, which is the bare minimum pass mark. Yeah, this isn't going to go well.
I am simultaneously panicking and slacking off.

(Well, this was supposed to be uploaded a couple of weeks ago, but I recall the take-away got delivered and I forgot about it. Story of my life, that)

A Work of Art

So, since this is supposed to be a writing blog, but I don't really seem to be getting much writing done, I'm going to start posting pictures of art projects, too. I actually have on in progress right now, too. Well, slow progress, but you really shouldn't be so surprised by that.
I picked up some plain white masks and other supplies from The Works some weeks ago, and slowly but surely have been decorating them. So I will likely put up some photos when they're finished, since I can't actually remember the password for my Deviant Art account to put photos there.
Because, really, on the off chance that anyone actually does read this you probably want to shut up and do something interesting by now.

More Photos

I meant ti upload these pictures a couple months ago now. Goes to show just how hopeless I am, really.

This:

I what I get to see walking to class when it snow here.
Let me just reiterate that:

So this place does have some good points, then, if we just ignore that this is apparently enough to stop the buses from running. So, snow in April aside, I did get to see some pretty nice views. And it seemed even the pheasant was enjoying our late winter.

I don't know whether or not pheasants hibernate (you don't exactly get them in the towns) but if they do I fancy the messed-up weather we've been having has probably wreaked havoc on his sleep cycle. I rather like having the pheasant around, though, since seeing if he's out gives me something to look forward to. I know that makes it sound like my life is empty and pointless, and well... mostly, it's just dull. Nothing much ever really happens to me and the pheasant is still something of a novelty for me.
That's why I take so many pictures of him.

And, really, I'm not doing myself any favors in the 'not-looking-pathetic' department right now, but, meh. I can live with that.

Off To The Ball

I attended the AU summer ball a few days ago. Now, the first thing that needs to be said here is that it was snowing... snowing... at the SUMMER ball...
What the fuck England?
Seriously, I don't know what goes on with our weather.

Anyhow, my attendance at the ball... It's called a ball, but just to get this cleared up it's basically like a school prom crossed with an awards ceremony and you get to drink... you REALLY get to drink.
Now, I made the mistake of deciding that I'd do a week of non-drinking that week and forgot that it was the ball... needless to say my declaration of non-drinking didn't last very long. I got through an entire pitcher of some fruity cocktail before they'd even served the starter... and another by the time I'd finished pudding... I was pretty far gone by that point, mind, and I'd not even done pre-drinks, so I stuck to WKD for the rest of the night. I still managed to be one of the most sober people there.

So, truth be told there weren't many zany antics. Okay, I was with archery and we were sat right next to men's rugby, and damn you could tell they were wasted. I think most of them probably left fairly early, mind, but you could hear them all of the way through the meal.
The archery folks didn't drink too much, but there were a couple the looked like they were about to fall over...
And one of my blockmates was so drunk she fell asleep at the table fairly late into the night... I drew on her face with eyeliner... and took a photo, which will be going up on facebook when I get around to it...
We somehow ended up playing pass-the-pirate-hat, which really seems to happen just about any time I where a hat anywhere... My outfit, despite being one of the least formal that could be let in (I was wearing a pirate hat, for Pete's sake) actually went down pretty well. So that was nice. I'm generally not bothered with clothes and things, but I have my moments of dandyism and as a self-proclaimed prince-charming-in-training it's of the utmost importance that I look spiffing at the ball... and I did not seriously just say that. Dear lord, should I ever graduate from this fairytale prince academy I seem to have enlisted myself in I shall shake in fear of whatever shall become of the world...