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Dissolution was great fun! And a great name for a goth night... Even though someone spilled beer on my hair when walking behind me. I was planning on showering when I got home anyway, and that's just what I'm about to do. The reason I'm too sexy: I had to play dodge-the-lesbians all night. There were these two girls who kept hitting on me, and whatnot. In the dancy kinda way. Kinda flattering I guess. It was probably the saucy eye makeup. I did spirals, and dark red and purple, miao... and I just wore my black velvet dress that I got at Frenchy's. I think it was originally a jazz dance dress, but it suits me nicely. The musing was pretty cool, too. There is one song I tried to remember enough lyrics to to look up later... I think it might be "I think God has a Sick Sense of Humour" if there is such a song. A bit in the chorus about "When I die I expect to find him laughing" or something along those lines. No idea who it is by. Also, I failed to win ticked to see Siouxie and the Banshees, who will be comong here the day after Ceiridwen leaves. Maybe I'll but a ticket anyway... I think Ian and Mary are going (i.e. Ian wants to go and is taking Mary even though she doesn't really know who they are ^-^) Anyway, I really need that shower, to get rid of all my super sexy sweat and my beer hair. Oy. Silly lesbians (though they may have been bi, I wasn't paying attention).

I had a really weird dream about Star Wars last night. I dreamed I was watching episode three... Only it was set in remote parts of New Brunswick, which geography that in my dream I was familiar with, but doesn't actually exist (especially in regards to certain imaginary sections of the St. John and Nashwak rivers...) Yeah, so Obi Wan and my grandfather (well, in my dream, it my grandfather was all proud to be in actor, anyway. And apparently he had perfect teeth too. o_O) had to go on this quest up a river to look for someone. And Obi Wan fell in love with this chick who had all these daffodils and wore them in her hair. And she had his kid, or something... Meanwhile, Anakin, who was kid Anakin from the first movie, and another kid who may have been Luke were also at a lake somewhere... And they had to go through some sort of baptism thing... the kid was like a mini-Anakin, anyway, and Anakin was dressed like from ep. two, with the leather and black, but still the ep. 1 kid... anyway. At the end, Obi Wan flew away, only he was wearing a brown caftan instead of his Jedi robes, and went to the daffodil girl. And Anakin said something to him just before about taking care of the kid... And then said something to the kid about how he should be preparing to be his young Padiwan... And he reached into the lake, where the kid was, and the kid grabbed his finger like a baby, and Obi Wan was all flying off over the river. I remember thinking that it was very unlike all the other SW movies (go figure!), kinda trippy and wanna-be artsy. I also thought it was cool that we were left with a sense that the kid would have something to do with how Anakin turned to the Dark Side.. Anyway. I remember I was watching this on the big screen at the UGC here, with a bunch of the people who were at Dissolution last night, still all dressed. And I gloated a bit about my grandfather being in the movie. I remember specifically gloating to Phil for some reason. Probably because I know he is a big SW geek. My grandfather had a scene at the start where Obi Wan came to him for help with something.. only I don't remember if it was Obi Wan already at that point... oy. And he was too stubborn to let OW use the serger to fix/make his piece of rope. And, yeah, then they went looking for a part of the river. And my grandfather was playing a native guy, and it might not have been him initially, either. They were going to a specific sacred spot on the river... where they could camp on the shore but the tide wouldn't touch them, so that OB (Maybe he was Raif Severance at that point, from J.V. Jones's Sword of Shadows series?) could do... something. Possibly find Anakin and his mini-self/Luke. Oy.

I do remember it a bit more clearly than that, but I can't think of how to explain the wackiness of it all.. o_O I'm sure it's pretty disjointed, and you guys can all get the sense of it, anyway. As I said, bizarreness.

Also, anyone who mocked me for not recognizing Blasphemous Rumors is a raunchy skank cunt :p I'd never heard that song before, although I did think it sounded a bit like DM...

So. I'm in the middle of tonnes of essays right now. In fact, I only hve one left to do, but it is the 'long' one... 4000-6000 words. Not too many worries, as I've got enough books and articles on it now to be able to go ahead, as long as I can get them all read.

I finished one of them today, a critical analysis of The Book of Margery Kempe. And this is where the bitterness sets in folks... Prepare yourselves for great outbreaks of rage and frustration. :p

There are a whole bunch of copies of TBOMK in the library. All different editions and whatnot. One of the things I was supposed to do was examine a few of the different translations into English and compare them to each other and to a Middle English version, if which I found one. It and the 'standard' translation of the book (coincidentally both by the same guy, hmmm) are both on three day loan. Three day loan means you can only have said book for three days, and can't renew until it's been all properly discharged (which means waiting around in the library for about an hour, generally). That's fine. In theory I have no problems with this concept. It's good for books that lots of people might need for short term stuff. Whatever. Is TBOMK one of said book? I really really doubt it. ¬_¬ Something else they tend to do with short term loans, three day, one week, or one day, is have only *one* copy and limit the lenght of time it can be taken out. This seems highly inefficient to me. What the hell can you do with a book in a day? What if you are, say, a graduate and need to have it for your thesis and are too poor to buy it? I don't think they should be able to place books on limited reserve unless there is another copy that can be checked out normally.

So, that came out a little tamer than I had expected. Lets keep going with my list of complaints... On with today's scenario, I guess!

I'd taken out those aforementioned copies of TBOMK. Two of them had to be returned today. Whatever. Today is Sunday. I was aware of this. I am alware of the fact that for no good fucking reason, the library is only open from two until six on sundays. Now, just a little segue here, but what the fuck is up with these shit-assed weekend hours? Is Britain really so fucking party crazy that *no one* does any work on the weekend? Christs's blood and wounds but it is fucking inconvenient. And only open to 5 on Friday and Saturday. For holy fucking Chirst's sake, even the goddamned *UNB* library had better hours that that!

So, not only do we have books to return today, we have to have them back three hours earlier, because it is a weekend. Well, that is less convenient. Shall we let you know, I was finished writing by about 8:30... *not* 6. But I had made provisions for that. See, as I said, I knew about the stupid library hours. So I left here with books in tow at 5:40. All I had to do was go up the stairs (too many fucking stairs in that library too >:| ) and return them. It takes me about 10-15 min to walk to the library depending on how fast I walk. I was going medium fast. I get there at about 5 to 6. I go up the first stairs and am immediately told in the most condescending tone the fucking neanderthal custodian can manage that the library is closed. Cockfucker. Can those incompetent shitheads not even tell time buy their own fucking clocks? Would it kill them to wait until it is *actually* closing tome to close? I keep thinking that in an environment that actually cares about things like public service, that is the sort of thing that gets you fucking *fired*. I've *been* in public service. When someone walks in off the street and asks for something at one minute to closing, you have to fucking *help* them. It might not be considerate to necessarily be that person, but for fucking hell! I just needed to use a goddamned machine!

Erm, I'm getting distracted for my rant. But suffice it to say, I was not impressed, walking all the up there. because Tomorrow I'm going on a field trip, and I have to be ready to go at the department at 9:30. So I have to get up *extra* early to go all the fucking way up there to return some no-overdue books. Fuck.

Oh, and don't think that this is the first time this has happened, either. Quite routinely they close up to ten minutes early. Cocknuts! Pants to them all I say!

And there are other things too... like when they fuckign *lost* my interlibrary loan book. Or when it takes them three fucking months to get *one* article form the British museum. And how their system says it has certain journals in electronic text format, but *doesn't*. And how they have no books on any of my subjects of interest.

I'm convinced the whole goodamned place is run and organized by monkeys on prozac.

And that's all I can manage today. Rrar.