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Friday 3.10.03 | GETTING so damn bored of doing this fucking French project now - the incy-wincy changes I have to keep making and the WANK style-sheet we have to stick to instead of simply giving a word-count (thank you Kath for putting this up so I didn't have to waste time writing it out or thinking about it.) Bloody French Dept bloody CRAP bloody France bloody French shite language bloody degree in crap studies bloody bloody bloody. Humph. Anyway. Have had first week now (Mondays and Fridays free, dahlings) and am nicely browning my pants about the amount of reading I have to do for this year. Has hit me that our course isn't that much actual work in terms of sitting down and slogging through essays or performing stupidy experiments and so forth - it's just book after book of reading. I don't mind this especially, but I do like to sit down and apply it once I've read it rather than picking up yet another book. Ugh. Anyway. Michelle provides light relief, as always. Rah to Mich. Even if it is her usual brand of surreal foulness. :-) Monday 6.10.03 WELL I've really gone and done it now. I have agreed, more or less, to 'work' on the German Department play this year. This means, I think directing it. I am neither free nor competent enough to do this, but it looks like I'm going to be doing it anyway. Feck. Actually, it does have it's upsides - for a start, I get to choose the play, which, if it goes ahead, will be the unbeatable, marvellous, tear-jerking, hysterical, dark, gloomy comedy Der Besuch der alten Dame by Friedrich Durrenmatt (often translated into English as The Visit. I am shitting myself as I have never seen it peformed, but it's my favourite play and I am starting to have ideas about how to do it already. Agh, feck, what am I letting myself in for? Anyway, weekend was good - visit to Portobello Market with Anna on Saturday, pottering yesterday, bits of reading and work done. Quiet. Woke up this morning to find that the flat had no heating and no hot water, so my weird Iranian landlord arranged for the lovely British Gas to come and visit, which they have. Joy. Must get on with some work and carry on fannying around in panic about the play. | |||||||||
