The Not Happy Thread

Relax. Some of us have been through the final year thing (only in my case it was in a four-year degree, and not a three-year one), and once you're into it the stress will disappear. You'll be busy, for one thing. Just be sure to have a plan about what happens next. You have time on your side. Don't do what I did (and am still doing) and not have a clue about where you want to go. I've hit a brick wall because I really don't know what I want to do, perhaps because I have so many options available to me, but none are particularly appealing.

And think of it this way: nine months and your whole life is ahead of you. Not just assignments and daytime telly

 

^ Aaahhh, I don't want it to be my final year at uni. Means I have to go out into the scary world. I have no idea what I want to do after I graduate. I have a few options, and right now I'm thinking I might do an office skills course so I have proof I can actually do office things and hopefully get a job. But I don't knoooww. Right now, I'm worrying more about the workload. Yeah, it probably won't be so bad when I get back into the swing of things but it's still making me so nervous and I'm really panicking.

Oh also, I had a ticket to see David McKee (creator of Elmer) this morning. But I got so nervous about going and worried about what it'd be like and having to be around people and possibly being the only person my age there that I didn't go and watched a DVD instead. Urgh, I hate myself sometimes. I'm stewarding at the festival tomorrow too so I guess I've got to man up and get on with it, and not worry so much. But still. :/

 

If you're worrying about workload at uni and looking to your future then I'd say you're going to do brilliantly - I couldn't have given a damn about that stuff when I was 'studying', and I've turned out ok It's a scary time but being conscientious will pay dividends.

I'm not happy today because my dad is in hospital, being kept in for a second night and has been given 4 different diagnoses for his symptoms so far. I just wish they'd admit they don't know what is wrong and stop switching his medication at the drop of a hat, especially since he travels from here in the UK to Africa and Asia often so could easily have caught something that is outside our hospitals' area of expertise. Grrr.

 

^ Thanks. And sorry your dad's not well. I hope they figure out what's wrong with him soon so they can treat him more accurately.

 

I'm not in my final year of university, but I am cramming four years into three. I'm in the middle of my second year. I'm already worried about what is going to come next, but I'm also very excited. I feel obligated to stay here until I earn my degree, but when I'm finished, nothing can stop me. I can go anywhere I want and live anywhere I want and do whatever I want (within reason). I may have to find a job (as in 9-5, or as in grad school), but I see it as a new start of something that is full of potential to be absolutely wonderful, rather as something scary and unknown.

I'm sure I'll feel different when it's my final year though. But that's just my two cents..

Edit: And Pretty, I'm so sorry to hear about your dad. It is very, very scary when they don't know what's wrong. I am sure they are doing everything they can though to make it better. Keep us updated --I hope he is doing better soon!

 

Cheers both of you, I've visited him and he was very grumpy - which is a good indication that he's feeling much better! They've given him a very strong antibiotic as bit of a wildcard and it seems to be doing the trick for now.

It just makes me really nervous when someone is in hospital, being so much at the mercy of someone else's knowledge & experience. My control freak-ness majorly comes into play even though I am decidedly *not* a doctor!

 

The Innistrad MTG block for 2012 was a let down. As far as I can tell from the prerelease event I participated in today, it's only play-style is agro, and that's never very fun. I take comfort in the fact that Phyrexia is still an amazing block.

 

So I was stewarding at a KidsLitFest event today, and I had to show Celia Rees to the room where the authors were. And what do I do? I just lead the way and SAY NOTHING. I could've asked her about any advice she had for people who wanted to write historical fiction, any advice in general for writers, or even just that I enjoyed the few books I've read of hers. But no, I have to be useless. USELESS.

 

Eunoia, maybe Celia Rees wouldn't have been able to speak with you much if she was scheduled to be doing something, and it would have been difficult to talk surrounded by people as well. Why don't you send her an e-mail (her website has all the info) saying how nice it was to meet her at the KidsLitFest, and which of her books you've read, and ask one or two questions? I'm sure she'd be pleased to help you if she can. I bet I'd have been as tongue tied as you, you're normal, not useless!
Oh, and good luck with your final year at uni.
I'm not looking forward to the first week starting tomorrow. Every year it gets worse...

 

Thanks, and you're right. It's just frustrating I wasted an opportunity like that!

Good luck with coping on your first week back.

 

Ever had the feeling that you want to ask a question in the General Writing section, but you haven't the slightest idea of how to ask it?

That's how I feel now.

 

That just makes me sad. I would've totally gone with you; we could've been the two only adults there together, lol!

 

Not looking forward to Monday at school -- my math homework is kinda troubling and I winged it a bit on my zoology paper... luckily those are just two assignments.

 

Sorry, Gigi. Glad you got through your assignments.


I'm bitter. There I said it. I've known for a while I'm very bitter towards my father. I decided I need to let it go. So of course tonight I get into a fight with him. He went right for the jugular (verbally) and basically said I was exaggerating my chronic pain and I shouldn't go out with friends if I hurt so badly.

If I ceased to function every time I hurt I would do absolutely nothing. I almost always am in some degree or pain or discomfort. It really deeply upset me to hear him say that. I talked to my mom about it and she said it was because he thought I was disrespecting him and telling him to just feed the cat instead of doing it myself just because he asked me to.

I'm trying really hard not to take it personally. It's not going that well. I know that's how my dad is. He'll say garbage like that and not realize how hurtful it is.



Also I fell asleep on a hammer the other night. No, I will not judge you if you laugh at that statement. That's another reason I hurt so much. I had the hammer on my bed because I was hanging artwork. I was tired and forgot about it and I left it near where I was sleeping and accidentally covered it with pillows. So I rolled over on it in my sleep.

Yesterday Zack found it and asked me, "What exactly are you planning?" lol The ridiculousness of the entire situation softens the fact it has caused me so much pain. haha

 

Haha. Thanks. Oh well, I'll just have to stalk David McKee and meet him another time.

 

I'm trying (and failing) to write the blurb for writers who want to submit work to the anthology I'm working on. This in itself is a bloody nightmare, trying to keep the tone light and chatty but still professional. But the damn text editor doesn't want to work properly! I want my headings in bold, yes, but I then want to be able to have the rest of the text in a normal font, which is problematic as it's not letting me turn the damn bold off!

So I'm going to go off, have lunch, write the blurb on Word and then copy across. See how you like it now, text editor thing!

 

Sam died today while he was under anesthesia. He had a massive tumor. He was going to die soon if he hadn't died now. We had no idea he was even sick. I can't stop crying he was such a sweet kitten.

 

Oh I am so sorry for your lose.

Losing an animal is always a terribly tragic event. They're like our brothers and sisters or our sons and daughters. Hang in there.

 

I'm really sorry to hear that, Terra.

I'm upset because I have my chemistry exam tomorrow. I need to do well, or otherwise I may need to rethink my life goals... I'm not kidding; this is the course I'm taking for a second time that is required for my major. It is the only class that just completely kills me. My friend is supposed to come by and help me study sometime this evening, but he's flaky, so we'll see.

I'm really nervous. Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even enrolled in college; it doesn't feel possible to pass this class. I feel so stupid sometimes and like I definitely don't belong here; who do I think I'm kidding?

 

Oh my god Terra, you poor thing. And your poor, darling little kitten. I'm so sorry. I can't express that enough. My doggy had a massive tumor in her abdomen, and on the day of her operation I was terrified. Given the size of it I still count my blessings every day that she survived. We didn't know our Pebbles was so ill either; just that something was wrong. I know just how shocked you must've been to find out. It's awful to go through it.

Just rest assured he had a happy life while he was with you; one he might not have had, being so well loved, had you not looked after him. *big hugs* x

 

Okay, is anybody else worried about what's in store for 'The Wedding of River Song' sixth season finale of Dr. Who?

I know the writers have planned for his ultimate survival, but it still worries me.

 

Trust him. He's the Doctor. Ain't nothin' gonna take him down.

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Hey, even if 11 goes, we still have two more doctors to enjoy! 8D Doc. #12 and Doc. #13!

 

Eleven is by far my favorite, and it will be a sad day when he goes. More so than when Tennent left I think.

My main concern is how they're going to resolve the mess with River Song getting a hold of a modified version of Chris's/Tennent's sonic. XD

 

I'm honestly on the verge of giving up with this job hunt. 200 places I've applied. Two hundred. Two interviews, one with which I stood no chance, one in which they said they'd offer me the job but never did. Only half a dozen rejections. So 192 employers think I'm not even worth common courtesy. Even the places I've volunteered have never got back to me, and I'm chasing them up so I can get some unpaid work.

I'm a barrister whose advocacy skills could blow 90% of lawyers out of the water in court. I can draft documents to a standard that same number of lawyers could only dream of. I'm flexible in my range of work. And yet no one's interested. I don't know why I fucking bothered.

 

Branch out, mate. That's what I did. It's infuriating, but really works. Try looking at other fields, like media and political stuff, just to get some experience and something to do. The internship I've ended up with is awesome.