Essays. This is why I dislike academic pursuits. I spent £73.97 on 3 books the other day, good all rounders mind you but still that stung the pockets a wee bit. Add to that the 10 books I got from the library, the 3 other course books I have here, plus the printouts, journals, and drafts of essays and you will realise that my Living room resembles Paper Mountain. Think Brokeback Mountain, its a lonley far away place where you are abandoned for much time with one significant other but much less sexin' than was in the film.
1.5 essays down, 2.5 to go. I have nubs for fingers. Had meeting with tutor to look over what I've done so far, she say they is good. Wee bit of tinkering on one, but nothing major and the other two should be fairly straightforward.
Next week is the feeding each other class. Oh. Oh dear.
Money: I hate money. Thats a lie, I love money its bills I don't like. Pauls on his final warning re electricity, as the leccy bill came in this morning and a quarter has just stung us for £232 shitty pence. Thats a grand a year in leccy if he doesn't reign in the 6 PC's he seems to need constantly running.
I know that I have inherited my mothers frugal gene, whilst he has inherited the live for today gene. Likewise I know that I'm frugal to the point of absurdity just now. Dinner for two nights running has been fried tinned potatoes, sausage and beans. Think poor hot pot, but the stuff needed used and I am NOT phoning for takeaways.
And then I find out that he's bought me a notebook for uni. I think notebook? But I have a notebook. Okay I'm nearly finished it, but I bought smart price pads at Asda last week for such an occasion, but its nice he thinks of me. Maybe its a "dear" £3 number from WH Smith (seriously folks my exitement bar is set low these days). Then he explains that no, its an electronic notebook like a laptop. Its dead good and only costs what I paid in electricity.
Oh fucksticks Paul, when will you learn?
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