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Nov. 17th, 2005 11:26 amMidnight showing of Harry Potter tonight. Plan to get more sleep than usual last night completely failed due to having presentation to plan, mother calling as usual, and making comments that led to bad dreams about Katie and Jack. Also Faith and Buffy were there in mime make-up. And Draco was incorporeal and freaking out about it. Hmm. But thinking 'have to sleep' tends to make me not sleep anyway, so probably can't blame mum too much.
I and my fellow HP-goers decided that rather than get a bus at 11 o'clock at night on my own, I should get a bus at 8/9 o'clock - when it's still going to be dark - and hang out at one of their houses, which is on the other side of a scary, scary bridge. Hm.
Am still slightly worrying about getting a taxi back all the way to Beeston, on my own, at 4 o'clock in the morning, but don't really have much of an option at this point. Unless I somehow cunningly secrete myself in the cinema, and get a very early bus back. Hmm.
Presentation is in 3 and a half hours. But as far as I can tell it's not going to be that much different from what I normally do in seminars, only slightly more coherent and all at once. I have vague notes scribbled on a piece of paper. I trust them to carry me through. Our tutor usually leaves the presentations until the end of the seminar, anyway - as in literally 'we have one minute left, do you have anything to say anyone else hasn't already said?'. So am not too worried. And then am free for the week - until Friday. When I have to review a local film festival, and the boy who suggested it/pushed for it has dropped out. I fear for my brain this weekend. Also I might not get anywhere near a computer.
Chips are nice.
Being handed them in a box and not offered ketchup, less so.
Hmph.
I and my fellow HP-goers decided that rather than get a bus at 11 o'clock at night on my own, I should get a bus at 8/9 o'clock - when it's still going to be dark - and hang out at one of their houses, which is on the other side of a scary, scary bridge. Hm.
Am still slightly worrying about getting a taxi back all the way to Beeston, on my own, at 4 o'clock in the morning, but don't really have much of an option at this point. Unless I somehow cunningly secrete myself in the cinema, and get a very early bus back. Hmm.
Presentation is in 3 and a half hours. But as far as I can tell it's not going to be that much different from what I normally do in seminars, only slightly more coherent and all at once. I have vague notes scribbled on a piece of paper. I trust them to carry me through. Our tutor usually leaves the presentations until the end of the seminar, anyway - as in literally 'we have one minute left, do you have anything to say anyone else hasn't already said?'. So am not too worried. And then am free for the week - until Friday. When I have to review a local film festival, and the boy who suggested it/pushed for it has dropped out. I fear for my brain this weekend. Also I might not get anywhere near a computer.
Chips are nice.
Being handed them in a box and not offered ketchup, less so.
Hmph.
