I love having ridiculous nostalgia for tv shows. right now I'm watching The West Wing which is like, political drama with [in the first few series, afiak] a fair bit of comedy. Like 'I accidentally slept with a prostitute.' 'Did you trip?' ...Um, okay, I find it kind of hilarious.
and yeah, my love for the older seasons totally isn't biased by the fact my favourite character left in season 4.

somewhere along the line, I think I lost sight of where I'm going. and just this waiting for my results makes it even worse. because with each day, I lose a little more hope that I'll be able to stay on the masters. I mean, I know I'm clever - everyone always says so, but I never quite believe it - but clever doesn't mean passing exams. ugh. next year, I'm seriously taking a hiatus from lj in January and May.
I just don't want it to be too late. I don't like talking about the uni side of my life so much - I know I'm at a good uni on a good course, I just... I just hate it when people say 'I'm sure you'll do fine' because, um, I'm not that sure. if I have messed it up, if next year is my last year... then what does that mean? next year I'm out in the real world, unless I somehow manage to blag myself a first. which I know I'm capable of, just... don't believe it.
if someone says 'you're capable of so much more' one more time, I think I might cry.

...I should probably start breaking my addiction to the internet now, huh.

I'm having a hair cut tomorrow. fucking finally. it's been too long since forever now.

[did nobody tell you, i'm just a wretch for the boys with pretty faces. but it's not like i ever claimed to be any different.]

Tags: feeling sorry for myself, uni