So the past 24 hours have been a bit of a mix for me. Firstly, today I found out some good news! yay!!! So, since I am resitting my dissertation under "special circumstances" I dont have to pay any fee for the module, and JUST received an email from my tutor saying that I dont have to pay a registration fee either, as I am resitting as a departmental extension.
This is not just good news, it is GREAT!!!! news lol. as I was stressing about where on earth that money was going to come from.... the likely answer being magic, which I have no experience with at this point (despite the fact that i believe most scientific things are actually just products of magic, but then again I haven't actually mastered science yet....). This paired with the fact that I dont have to hand in my revised dissertation until August is a huge weight off of my shoulders.
Secondly, I applied for a job as a temporary exhibition assistant two days ago. The application had to be in by Nov. 23. I was going back and forth over whether I would apply as its only a 6 month position, but decided at about LOL 11:20pm at night to apply. I finished the application at about.....11:47pm, saved it to my USB stick thing (coincidentally named Magic Stick), threw on my hoodie and a scarf, didnt bother to change out of my slippers, and bolted out the door, no joke, at 11:50pm. I raced up the road to Uni, when I say up the road, I am meaning this in the upmost of literal senses, as Woodsley Road has been a pain in my glutes for the past year... I made it to the computer lab, prayed that the computer would load up quickly (those old PC's are VERY unpredictable), and opened up a web browser. I did it. I got that email sent at EXACTLY 11:59pm, technically still the 23rd....
but yesterday I got an email saying since I didn't get the application in by 5:30pm It wasn't going to be considered. Wha! well then. I thought I should've done it earlier.
BUT this morning I received another email from this loopy institution called the Royal Academy of Art that Oops! it was their bad, they didn't say what time the apps had to be in, so forget about that email they sent yesterday, they are going to be ever so gracious and look at my application. Well, when people say stupid things to me like, "what are you running from?" or "you can take a day off" or gasp at the fact that I run... "EVERYDAY!" instances like this make the training have a real life practical value. Forget the health benefits (those are negated by the amount of sugar my body has flowing through it at any given moment), it is the ability to run up Woodsley Road at 11:50pm and have enough strength to sprint to the computer lab afterwards that makes it THAT much more worth it....
Finally....
Ok nevermind i don't feel like writing about anything bad at the moment. but i will mention the fact that last nite we came to the conclusion that my new haircut resembles Gordon Ramsay's. LOL so yea, ugly. He is not a looker, and being referred to as "Gordon", or him being referred to as Sarah during the F word last nite doesn't exactly boost ones confidence. but it is pretty funny...


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