Meh.
You know, I kind of thought I knew where I was going with my term paper a couple of weeks ago, before I had a meeting with my supervisor. I did. But then he changed a lot about what I was doing, and I left that meeting a lot more confused than when I came in. That was last Thursday - not last week, but the week before that. He was going to read the pages I’d written and get back to me in a day or two. I didn’t get an email until this weekend, and in that email he basically said my references were no good, the material I had planned on using was no good, and that I have a whole lot to do.
If only I knew WHAT he wants me to do. I feel so screwed.
Stuff.
As silly as it may seem, being far too young to remember 1989, Wednesday was still emotional for me. The memorial content on the Liverpool website made me start crying a little. But, what I was grateful for, was that not one of my students mocked me for us having been kicked out of Champions League on Tuesday night. None of them, not the Chelsea fans, not the Man United fans, so much as mentioned the match. I thanked them for that before we all left, and one of my (really quite hot) United fans said he’d even been rooting for us a little. My students are awesome. They have their grammar- and translation exam tomorrow, and I really hope it goes well for them.
Tomorrow night I’m cooking for a dinner for 50 people at Sydskånska along with Ally, a friend of hers (who is a linguist and a Liverpool fan, which, awesome) and a bunch of others. Very much looking forward to it, and hoping I won’t give someone food poisoning. But since we’re going out afterwards… What to wear that you can both cook and dance in?
Twenty years on
96 reds never made it home,
They will never be forgotten,
They will never walk alone.
Silly stuff
Boobs! Boobs everywhere!
Footie notes.
This is just something I need to write down, so that when the football season is over I’ll at least remember that we had two glorious weeks here.
4-0 against Real Madrid.
4-1 against Manchester United.
Benitez signs a new contract keeping him in the club until 2014.
5-0 against Aston Villa.
Regardless of what happens now, this fortnight has been fucking awesome.
Yay!
Behold, she geeks.
What has happened to me? I just sat by the computer, listening to the Champions League draw live on UEFA’s website. What is wrong with me?
We’ll be facing Chelsea in the quarter finals, by the way. Playing the first leg at home. Isn’t that just awesome? And Man United got Porto, of course.
I am so freakin’ tired. Feels like I have a cold or a flu just hanging around, waiting to break out when I least expect it. It’s sucking all the energy out of me, and I need my energy at the moment, dagnabbit!
