Thursday, January 22
Fucking Well Fucked
What a bastard of a day!!!
I finally finished reading this really heavy article about homicide in the English Criminal Law at about 1 last night, and promptly crashed into my bed to fall asleep. My alarm (fucking alarm clocks. I HATE them) went off just after 8, leaving me plenty of time to get to my 10am class. Except that I fell asleep again within seconds of turning the alarm off. I still haven't learnt to put it on a sleep mode, so that even if I fall asleep again I'll wake up in time.
I woke again at 9.20, instantly regretting falling asleep. To put this into perspective, I usually leave my house at 9 for a 10am class. Admittedly, I usually get there about 15 minutes early, but meh. I prefer being early than late, although I'm always late for everything that isn't a class. Literally "everything".
This morning I actually bothered to get up and try to make it into the class, because it was my favourite class of the week, Advanced Criminal Law. Anything else and I just wouldn't have bothered. Cue a mad dash around my (tidy) room to find some clothes, throwing them on and running out of the house. Luckily, there was a bus stopped at the traffic lights right where I live, but the fucking cunt of a driver wouldn't open the door to let me on, since it wasn't an official bus stop. CUNT!!!
I managed to get the next bus, then ran into the tube station, only to just miss my tube. I had to wait for a couple of minutes, and then the journey seemed to take much longer than usual, just to rub salt into my wounds. Again, I ran through Westminster station as I changed lines, but this time I caught a tube just before the doors closed. Hurrah for me. Nervously glancing at my phone to check the time as the tube pulled into my stop, I realised that I was already a couple of minutes late. Fuck's sake.
However, these fears were allayed after I speed-walked up the hill, into my uni and found my classroom. The tutor was only fucking late as well, wasn't he? He walked through the door within seconds of me collapsing into a chair. Git. I guess all of the effort was worthwhile, because it was a half-decent class, and I managed to learn something.
My other lecture was cancelled, so I hopped on the tube to come home, after forgetting to go to the Careers Service office (again!). I really need to go have a chat with someone there pretty soon. Oh, and the tube ride home was much more leisurely, no pounding heart and adrenaline flooding my bloodstream.
That adrenaline was soon flowing again though. I figured that I had pretty much nothing to do this afternoon, so I would go for a run, even though it was pissing down with rain. Hare-brained scheme, anyone? I hadn't been on a run in a while, and playing football on Sunday made me realise that I am well unfit, so this might be the start of my new fitness regime. Or, my new Regime Of Pain, as I like to call it.
Suffice it to say that I got drenched, as well as being called "Mad as a hatter" by some builders up on some scaffolding as I ran past. I was out for half an hour, and I'm pleased that I only had to stop to walk once, on this bastard hill towards the end. I ran a fair distance too, which was a bit of a surprise. I was expecting to collapse by the time I got to the other side of the road.
I ran myself a huge bath (see what I did there? A great pun...) when I eventually got back to the house, dripping and shivering. Ain't nothing like a big hot bath to soothe away your aches and pains. I love just lying back in the bath, reading a good book and forgetting that the rest of the world exists. Such a great feeling.
Since then I've done, erm, fuck all. That German Law essay will just have to wait until the weekend... I'm slowly working my way through this big pile of mp3s on my hard drive that a mate gave me over the summer. I like to make sure that they are in fact the right songs, and to update all the tags properly. Yes, I'm anal on things like this. It's worth it in the end though...
Alas, my inspiration for writing is almost at an end, save for informing you all (all, erm, 3 of you) that I'm off to a lecture being given by the legendary Desmond Tutu next Thursday. He's an alumnus of King's, and is returning next week to give a series of lectures. The one I'm going to should be pretty good, since it's about the Truth & Reconciliation Commission in South Africa, which aimed to put right crimes committed under apartheid, without the involvement of the criminal courts. Should be good. But probably very long...
TTFN
