Highlighter Stars.

Over the past few days, on my wanderings around the internet, I’ve noticed there is a considerable amount of people who spell ‘each other’ as all one word: ‘eachother’.

WHY?

‘Each’ and ‘other’ are separate words, and yes, there are some words that you can join together to form a single word (eg. whenever, anywhere), but you just don’t do it with ‘each’ and ‘other’! No one has ever taught them to spell it like that, so what the hell possessed them to think it was right?

… that’s pretty much all I have to say.

(and now the word ‘each’ looks really weird. Look at it. Isn’t it a weird looking word?)

Last night I was bored of doing my essay* so I decided to have an early night. I went to bed at quarter to 11 (okay, it’s not that early, but it’s earlier than I’ve been going to bed for most of the nights I’ve been at university!) and woke up this morning feeling just the same as if I’d gone to bed at 1 or 2am. How rubbish is that? Answer: very.

When I go home for Christmas (for a whole month! That’s far too long), I intend to spend a considerable amount of time sleeping. I used to think that I was the kind of person that needed at least 8 hours sleep to function properly, but it turns out I only need 5. Still, there’s a considerable difference between being able to function and actually being fully awake. I don’t think having lectures or seminars before 11 is a good idea, simply because it takes me at least an hour after I’ve woken up for my brain to kick into gear.
I’ve never been the kind of person who has enough sleep and then can quite happily dive out of bed in the morning, though, the way the Sims do when they’ve had a full night’s sleep and their little bar is full of green goodness. No matter how long I sleep for, I always want to stay in bed just that little bit longer.

*on the Darwinian revolution. It has to be between 1500 and 2000 words. So far I’ve done 1239 and it’s like pulling teeth. I don’t suppose it really helps that I never listen in my Historical Controversy seminars. But come on, they’re 2 hours long and at 9am, what do they expect?

I haven’t done a post in almost 2 weeks, so I’m doing one now because Daniel was complaining that he’d spent 10 minutes of his life setting up this blog for me, and I musn’t make those 10 minutes a wasted 10 minutes.

I went shopping in Sainsbury’s this afternoon with Emmy-Lou (well, her name is Emma but I call her Emmy-Lou. She calls me Emmy-Liz. We’re cool people) and I bought so much stuff. Although Emmy-Lou gave me a lift to Moulsecoomb station, I still had to stumble up the stairs with my 7 bags, and then from the station onto the train and then from the train to my flat. That was the worst part because I didn’t have any free hands to open the gate, or the outside door or my flat door. I kept having to put everything down to get my key out. And as I was approaching the outside door, my bottle of vodka decided it wanted to make a break for it and poked its way through the plastic bag so I had to stop an extra time to shove it back in the bag.

Now my arms hurt a LOT. The muscles in my lower arms (whatever they’re called - I’d probably know if someone told me but I’ve no idea just off the top of my head) feel as if they’re shaking. It’s not a particularly pleasant experience, it must be said.

Oh, and I didn’t even get a receipt from my shopping because the printer that prints the receipts broke down. And then the woman serving me got mad that I actually wanted a receipt. Well excuse me for wanting to check that I’m not being ripped off!

*sighs*

But besides that, it was all good. At least I have food now.

You know what really annoys me?
Well, probably a lot of things, but a specific thing that annoys me at the moment is inconsistency.

I’m writing a presentation/essay plan about the Salem witch trials and late seventeenth century New England society. And I’ve found 3 different stories as to how the whole Salem witches thing started:

Scenario #1: Three girls were looking into a crystal ball, and saw the image of some ‘witches’ - three of which were people they knew, so they accused them of being witches
Scenario #2: Similar to the above, except that the girls were looking into the crystal ball in order to see their future husbands
Scenario #3: Two young girls started acting really strangely and when the doctor couldn’t diagnose them, he said that they had been bewitched, and the two girls blamed Tituba the black slave.

It’s not even as if I’ve found this conflicting information on Wikipedia or something - all 3 stories come from what should be reliable textbooks. How am I supposed to know which one is the real one? Does anyone know which is the actual truth, or is there so much speculation around the whole thing that no one can know for sure?

Luckily, I can get away with not actually putting how the events started, so it’s not as if my work could suffer through putting down the ‘wrong’ one. However, I would like to know, just for myself, you know? If the textbooks can’t agree, how can they expect us poor students to know what we should be learning?

As you probably realised, it was Halloween last night. I went into Brighton, and we were going to go Oceana, but since the queue was an hour long (according to the guy in front of us in the queue, who was from Pontypridd! Which is on the outskirts of Cardiff, for those who may not know), we went to Honeyclub instead.

The queue was much shorter, so we were in within 10 minutes. It was a pound more to get in than Oceana, but I think the extra pound was worth it to actually get in. Sophie (one of my flatmates) and I did much dancing. And drinking. We got given a free shot of vodka each at one point. Normally I can’t do vodka shots, but that one was actually fine. I think it was due to the amount of alcohol I’d already consumed. I managed to break my nail on the toilet flush, which was impressive considering the flush was fairly big (it was one of the ones that’s sort of in the wall and you press in), yet I still managed to miss it.

I’m SO tired now though. I fell asleep earlier for an hour, and was only woken when Sophie knocked on my door to say hi. It feels as if it should be at least midnight. How is it only half past six?