ailbhe: (Default)
This really works.

Done:

  • Sort out schedule; we have a wall-planner, an online schedule, and we each have an electronic and a paper diary. This is ridiculous. Decide on mastercopy and make sure everything is on it. Then decide on what to put elsewhere. Gah.

To Do:

  • Sort out job applications; I need to bring notes to the interview at the Job Centre on Thursday.
  • Prepare for first Open University assignment
    • Read what it is, dammit
    • Read "block 1" section of OU books
    • Watch the TV program I successfully taped
  • Do housework
    • Put away two lots of laundry, hang out the lot going mouldy in the machine, and put another lot on. Repeat ad infinitum. How do we generate this much laundry?
    • Clean the stupid cooker.
    • Undecorate the house; Christmas is over and so's Nollaig na mBan (not that nayone noticed).
    • Thank Rob for consistently taking care of the boring, boring washing-up.

To Do Lists

Jan. 8th, 2002 10:26 pm
ailbhe: (smiling)
This wasn't my idea.

ToDo:

  • Sort out job applications; I need to bring notes to the interview at the Job Centre on Thursday.
  • Prepare for first Open University assignment
    • Read what it is, dammit
    • Read "block 1" section of OU books
    • Watch the TV program I successfully taped
  • Do housework
    • Put away two lots of laundry, hang out the lot going mouldy in the machine, and put another lot on. Repeat ad infinitum. How do we generate this much laundry?
    • Clean the stupid cooker.
    • Undecorate the house; Christmas is over and so's Nollaig na mBan (not that nayone noticed).
    • Thank Rob for consistently taking care of the boring, boring washing-up.
  • Sort out schedule; we have a wall-planner, an online schedule, and we each have an electronic and a paper diary. This is ridiculous. Decide on mastercopy and make sure everything is on it. Then decide on what to put elsewhere. Gah.

So now everyone knows what I have to do.

ailbhe: (working)
My tutor contacted me.
ailbhe: (smiling)
But I posted it in the [livejournal.com profile] open_university community.
ailbhe: (Default)
I am 55% evil.

I'm getting there. I haven't done all the damage I could do but I've done quite a bit. I'm just over the border into the Evil Zone.

Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com

LotR: FotR

Jan. 7th, 2002 01:29 pm
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Wow.

Saw it last night.

Of course, they got a million and one things wrong, but they got it right, just the same. It felt just like when I read the book the first time. I left the cinema with a lump in my throat and a serious sniffle, and a desperate urge to see the next film now.

I have no interest in discussing the parts they got wrong, really. Not yet, anyway. I know, I saw some of the errors, but I don't care. It had me on the edge of my seat. None of the characters looked like they have in my head for the past decade or so, but I picked up The Two Towers today and some of the characters now look and sound like the film. . .

ailbhe: (couple)
Rob worked all night. He realised it wasn't going to work and he'd need to call on a personal favour to get it fixed, so he went to bed at 5, woke to the alarm at 7, and asked the favour. (You can't ask for favours at 5 am on a Saturday). Then he went back to sleep. I was awake until about 2:30, I think, and woke at 10. So now our circadian rhythms will be out of sync for a day or so, and we won't get the planned DIY done this weekend.

It really bugs me when this happens. We're snuggling down to go to sleep, all drowsy and warm, and then there's the buzz of a mobile phone and suddenly we're awake and stressed. And I take ages to fall asleep when he's not there; wimpy, I know, but there it is.

ailbhe: (mustard)

Castration very simple, actually. The cat was bundled into a basket yesterday morning, walked to the vet's, left at the vet's, and collected yesterday afternoon. His wound seems to itch a bit, but other than that he's not bothered. He's back to fornicating with the cushions again, anyway. I can't wait until he outgrows adolescence.

It was nerve-wracking for me, though. I hate it when people I love go under general anaesthetic. Cats are people too.

ailbhe: (mustard)

We stuffed him into a cat basket this morning and dragged him off to the vet. It's time for him to be neutered. Poor Mustard! I feel awful. Yes, it's good for him. Yes, it will lengthen his life. Yes, there are too many stray pussycats. I know.

But when we carried him out into the -2.5 Centigrade morning air, cowering in the back of the cat basket,a nd then into the vet's, where we held him still while he had his heartbeat checked (which he didn't like) and had a couple of injections (which he didn't mind; he seemed to find them interesting), I felt guilty. I wonder will he resent us abandoning him for a whole day? He'll spend most of it out of it, I suppose.

We couldn't even feed the poor guy! I'm a cruel pet owner.

ailbhe: (couple)

The song I was listening to when I started to compose my last entry, from the soundtrack to 10 Things I Hate About You makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. "I'm surprised you've never been told before that you're lovely, and you're perfect, and that somebody wants you." Simple, simple words, and heartwarming.

It's really great to feel loved. I'm really lucky. I'm very happy. Not that he thinks I'm perfect, of course - he has known me for more than five minutes, after all - but he does think I'm perfect in certain respects.

And he's being incredibly supportive about university.

ailbhe: (working)

I have applied for, paid for, and registered for a course with the Open University. It's called "An Introduction to the Humanities" and I believe it's a base-level course. I chose one at that level because I haven't done anything resembling study for over 6 years, and even in school I didn't study or work much. I want to do this right; I may not get another chance and it's costing money (Thanks, Mum!). I'm hoping to study for a degree in English Literature. We'll see if I have the oomph to follow through, though. I don't know yet. And I may choose to do something else. You never know.

A large parcel arrived the weekend before Christmas, when Dave Sankey was here. It contained a bunch of textbooks, a booklist, a timetable of when I need to tape TV shows, and some other Student Information stuff. I managed to buy three of my four set books; Open University's The Arts Good Study Guide, The Wide Sargasso Sea, and Pygmalion. Medea is proving harder to find, in the right edition.

I had to read a couple of chapters of The Arts Good Study Guide for my first assignment, and found it to be, well, not very useful. But it did tell me that my left-hand margin should be 5cm wide. Or maybe another piece of literature told me that. Anyway. I'm sure I haven't read it properly; I'm sure that there must be some way of reading to extract useful information. Maybe it's one of the things I'll learn on the course.

The pack also contained details for my first assignment, which was "Write five hundred words on the following extract". I wrote my assignment over the course of three days (yes, three days!) and Niamh read it at irregular intervals and commented. (My little sister is a real student and knows all about assignments. She helped my buy stationery when we went to Staples). I wrote my assignment, formatted it using StarOffice (it's over two pages long with those margins!) and posted it to my assigned tutor with the relevant forms in triplicate (comment forms. One for me, one for the university, and one for my tutor).

It's hard to write 500 words. 250 was no problem. 650 was no problem. 500 was difficult.

I have tutorials every second Wednesday in a local school. I have no idea what it'll be like - a lecture? a classroom? a workshop? I suppose a lot of this depends on how many people there are in my tutor group. I'm a little nervous. It involves getting a bus to a part of town I've never been to before, in the dark. I'm a little nervous about that too.

It's all very exciting. I have lots of new toys - A4 pads, ring binders, index card boxes, cassettes, slidebinders for handing in assignments . . . I wish I could believe that that meant I was prepared.

ailbhe: (necklace)

Rob's back at work, I've caught up on the journalling backlog, I've signed on and filled in a sick form for while I was sick and couldn't go in to sign on, and I've sent off my first Open University assignment. I'm going to write about that seperately and in more detail sometime soon.

My Schedule )

ailbhe: (Default)

We're feeding Sasha while Janice is away. Rob had to work in London today, so I toddled around after I finished sleeping and feeling bleary. I brought the last Harry Potter book with me, so that I could stay awhile and give her the benefit of some human company.

I gave her the last of the food, and some fresh water, and then we started on the love and cuddles. That cat is such a - a - I don't know. She nuzzled me and licked me and purred at me and pawed me and rubbed up against my book and my clothes and my feet. She spent well over an hour just being stroked and cuddled and caressed. It's immensely gratifying, having a cat purr all over you.

Rob came by Janice's on his way home from work, stopped in and fed me chocolate, stroked Sasha a bit, and then we went home, ate Indian takeaway, and felt ill and went to bed early.

ailbhe: (Default)

So it begins. We wake feeling bleary and tired.

Jen and Gideon stayed overnight, but Jen had to leave comparatively early to go and look after her horse. Gideon stayed behind to help clean up.

I'm still sick. My nose and my ears and my chest are all clogged up.

We finished off a lot of the food left over from last night's party. The fondue was ok reheated, which was a pleasant surprise. Darrell and Becky came around to gather their bits and pieces. Darrell wasn't well; he'd been sick at the party and had to leave for home kind of suddenly, and spent most of today asleep. They had great, ah, "fun" washing the soot off the fondue pot. The cat tried to help, and has soot on his nose and chest.

Gideon eventually left rather late. Darrell and Becky left latish too, I think, but I was so tired I can't really remember.

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