So, it seems that my computer isn’t as dead as I thought it was. Yesterday, I tried to get online using the free wifi at the pub I was in, thinking that there was no way it would connect. To my surprise, it did. It seems that the problem is just in the uni library for some reason.
I’ll have to work on that.
On Wednesday there was a protest in London against the raising of student tuition fees. I would have gone but a) I’m not a student and b) I couldn’t afford it even if I was. During the protest, some students broke away and laid siege to the Conservative Party HQ. I’m torn on this subject. Attacking the Tories is the best thing to do (the NUS is obsessed with targeting the Lib Dems when this is clearly a Tory Party policy). I’m gutted that it did happen because it’s become the focus of the protests and not what the protests were actually about. On the other hand, it was the Tory party HQ that got trashed and, as someone who grew up in the 80’s and remembers what they did to the country then, that’s never not fun to watch.
My creative writing tutor is either going to love me or kill me on Monday. For homework last week, she gave us a list of prompts and we had to use one. The idea is that the finished story will be our contribution for the booklet at the end of term. Problem is, I’ve already written something for two of the prompts and I’m planning something for the third. I’m also going to hand in all three and get feedback on them. Maybe I should email her and warn her.
Incidentally, if anyone feels like giving me feedback on either of the stories I’ve written already, the translation of the all Doric story I mentioned before, all three or any combination of the above, let me know. I don’t need the feedback for the translation one in a hurry but will need quick heedback on the other two.
Yesterday I finally got to go and see The Social Network. It’s now a toss up between that and Inception for my favourite film of the year, though I will say that the opening scene will be used in screenwriting classes in the future as a perfect example of how to establish a character.
Tonight I’m heading to Stockton to see Mr. Nice (I won the tickets for that one) and Sunday I’ve got another free ticket, this time to see the Grease singalong! (Shut up!) And with that one, I get a free Diet Coke. So, quite the cinematic weekend.
I’ll shut up now, but I do want to share this video. I agree with the sentiments, but watch it for the classiest rendition of the word douchebag ever:
Will
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