Intense grammar notes are intense (Taken with instagram)
Also if you look closely, you’ll see tiny SPN references in all of the examples. My notes read like bad fan fiction.
oh God today’s exam was hard
Six hours, pure analysis. Trying to dredge some ‘care’ from the ‘Bay of Giving a Fuck’ was really hard.
Still. Three left. BOOM.
Revision can be pretty! Romantics exam in a week time. I love William Blake, but my God is he batshit crazy. All the references to angels, though - I couldn’t resist.
Oh God. I’m sorry. Take photoshop away from me. Genevieve Padalecki and Misha Collins as Kate and Petruchio from Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew.
More dreaming casting Shakespeare to decorate my notes. This exam will be SIX HOURS LONG (with no break), so desperate efforts are being made to keep me conscious during revision.
Wouldn’t Misha make an AMAZING Petruchio?! The role was written for him. The recent BBC adaption put me in the mind of having Petruchio cross dressing for the wedding, and then I remembered who had done something similar…
Ok so revision madness has progressed to the point where I can only care about my SIX HOUR Shakespeare exam by dream casting the characters. Yeah. Natalie Dormer would make a terrifying Lady Macbeth..and Dan Stevens would look awesome covered in blood.
Serious shit is going down tomorrow
There’s an entry in my planner reading ‘MISHA COLLINS UP IN HERE Y’ALL, RAISING YOUR SHIT FROM PERDITION SINCE WAY BACK WHEN.’ And then ‘Castiel’ in Enochian.
Also my last tutorial of undergrad. Ever. Fuck, that combined with the audience in the Hunger Games just makes me feel fucking old. I’m also getting sentimental in my old age - I was involuntarily moved to tears at one point in the film. It was a perfect Ackle’s OPT. I was embarrassed.
Thank God by about 1739 (we’re getting the train at 1737) I will be heinously drunk on the way to Birmingham with my crew buddies, on Rowing Social Tour. This state of drunkenness will continue until Sunday, at which point it will be a new world. Tumblr will have imploded. I will never have to avoid my department again. I will have a shitload of revision to do. There will be new!Misha to watch.
So it’s totally the time to play AC/DC loudly and paint my nails with UV polish.
Becca procrastinates writing this paper
A) Knitting a Persian cat. Goddamn it’s complicated.
B) Watching Supernatural s06e19. Is it just me, or there something distinctly odd about how Castiel shouts ‘shut your eyes’ just before angel mojo-ing the whole bar? It sounds very British. Not unlike when Misha Collins was taking the piss out of Mark Sheppard at Rising Con.
C) Any Minions/Supernatural fans reading this - where is best to interact with SPN fans on the ‘net? Livejournal? Tumblr? Basically I need to squee HARD with like-minded people and there just are NOT enough in my immediate circle…
V surreal academic experience
In my tutorial today, with my PhD tutor, we sat down and discussed (in the context of Blake and traditional Christian doctrine), two screen caps of Dean Winchester in Hell. She commented on how it resembled the crucifixion, and I just sat there unable to form coherent sentences between Jensen Ackles was looking all beautiful and scared and bloody and I was incapable of concentrating…
Good times.
Also bought a Star Wars special edition moleskin notebook. Fuck to the yeah.
Finally, went to a party with BIRDS IN MY HAIR.
Been awake since 5:20
- Cos my stupid-fucking-alarm-sleep-cycle thing woke me up half an hour before was necessary.
- Applying for a mentally hard leadership course taking place in the Atlas Mountains, Morocco.
- This morning’s coxing was sponsored by caffeine. Beasted the novice men’s 1st eight to Hammersmith and back, screaming myself hoarse.
- Somewhat unrelatedly, am coxing Vet’s Head again.
-Jensen Ackles is a life ruiner.
- I do not get Blake. I am trying, but my suede is not wrapping itself around this happily. Don’t even get me started on Swedenborg. Possibly because of his name. And sleep deprivation.
- Saw Brendan Coyle of Downton Abbey happily chatting on a mobile phone in central London. He has a lovely gravelly laugh and was looking extremely dashing.
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