Mims

The life of Mims
2003-12-08 20:45:03 (UTC)

101??

Jeez. How appropriately Orwellian is it that this in entry
number 101? I mean, come on, one day befor my interview,
and I get that kind of message from my own diary.
Gulp.
Hopefully, when I go into my personal 'room 101,' I won't
face my ultimate fear of a barrage of questions I know
nothing about, and can't even begin to form a response to.
But, er, that is my worst nightmare.
And what is in room 101, pray Miriam?
Ok ok...your worst nightmare.
Hmm.
Perhaps I am making a bit to much of that number...but it
still gives me the oogie boogies.
Well, at least I can be assured that I won't be facing
a 'Winstonite' cage full of rats, ready to burrow through
my cheekbones and eat my eyes, so, surely that it some
consolation.

Last night was a total killer. I have been suffering from
hideous insomnia, I suspect because of my fear of the
impending trial by fire this week. I can't settle my
stomach at all, it is in a permenant state of butterfly-
tosis. I either think about Jesus, or Andrew, and they
both have the effect of making my stomach make the motion
of a speed blender.
I really dreadfully needed sleep yesterday, after my
pitiful amount of sleep on Saterday (at least I got some.
Alcohol is a complete tranquiliser) but it was no use. I
went to bed at 9:30, and was still fretfully pacing up and
down my room and flinging myself unsucessfully to bed at
one. I think I must have finally drifted off at 2:30ish,
but by then, there really was no point in going to sleep,
as I had to wake up at 4:45 for the dreaded morning shift.
I suspect tonight will see a repeat performance. My mind
is whizzing in a hundred different directions at once, and
I can't get it to focus on what I would like it to.

I made it into work, where I was alternately bored stiff
or rushed off my feet. The devil made work for my idle
thumbs, and I sent Phil a text message, never thinking
that it would wake him up (I always switch my phone off at
night) but, eep, it did. I felt awful, it must have only
been about 7ish in the morning, and I know how much a
student values thier sleep. Bad Miriam *kicks own foot,
and winces*

Nothing really of interest to report from work, sadly
enough. Jo is already in Oxford, as her interviews start a
bit earlier than mine. And Andrew didn't get in until 2pm,
when I was leving. *Curses*
I'm really gutted that I am missing the staff Christmas
do. It is possible that I could make it back in time...
My interviews start on Wednesday, and finish for most
people on the Friday...however, for some others they run
on until Saterday, and if you are kept in late, that is
*Usually* a good sign.
So...if they let me go on Friday, I will be freaking out
that they don't want me, but if they keep me until
Saterday, I will be pissed off about the Christamas do.
Oh well, can't win them all...

At the moment I am battling with last minute revision. My
dad bought me Antony Beevors 'The Spanish Civil War' on
Saterday, and I've just started reading it. It's very
good, but I will struggle to finish it tonight. I'm nearly
halfway through, but not quite. Grghh. So hard to know how
to prepare. I feel like a pregnant lady, the amount of
time I have lately spent concentrating on my breathing.

More injections today again....Typhoida nd hepititus. I'm
a regular anti body factory these days.

Hope I get some sleep tonight...and that 101 bodes nothing
ill, apart from my overly charged sense of fate.
Y'know, I statistically have more chance of getting in to
do a medicine degree than I do the course I have applied
to. Apparently, only fine art is tougher to get into.
Great choice of subject Miriam.
You suck.
Why not just History eh? Why History AND Politics.

I do know why...it's just not very comforting right now.

Love M




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