Hello, fly-by posting here.

I got a 2:1; after a bit of pouting that I didn't get that extra 1% I'm actually quite proud of myself. Check me out, I'm a graduate, bitches! Currently back in Leicester and will remain there till next September, when, fingers crossed, I'll be doing a Masters. Anyone know much about UCL/Uni of Nottingham/Edinburgh Napier?

I have been completely AWOL for months (even for me) due to some really shitty dad stuff which I probably wont be writing about (seriously, my life belongs on Jeremy Kyle), but basically - hello, I'm here now. If you haven't lost complete faith in me you should poke me on various messenger thingies. Yes, I'm going to turn them on and everything! Shock!

Hope everyone is well. I've been stealth reading but feel free to regale me with tales of Things and Stuff in the comments.

Damnit. I want to do the anonymous writer feedback meme, except I never write anything, and when I do only seven people see it.
And they'll just be nice.

(THE ANONYMOUS WRITING FEEDBACK MEME)

In other news, I am making a sausage casserole and Not Revising. Join me as I cast the occasional guilty look over at my abandoned lecture notes.



Guilty Puppy is guilty. Guilty Puppy suspects that exam failure is imminent.

This years revision mnemonics:

( Spoilers! In my revision! Spoilers!Collapse )

In conclusion, OMGFANGIRL.

Visibility, Consistency, Familiarity, Affordance
Navigation, Control, Feedback, Recovery, Constraints
Flexibility, Style, Conviviality -  hurrah!

I just sat and worked out the bare minimum mark I need to pass, and I don't care who knows it.

Dear Young People, with your questionable work ethics,

I appreciate that "it's nine in the mooooorning!", I do. But we have a poster to design and send to print in just over 24 hours, and in lieu of you actually producing work, I sat and did the entire thing for you. Yesterday. All I ask is that you get out of bed, crawl to your inbox and look it over. Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is the equivalent of our module exam, so it'd be nice if you could feign consciousness for five minutes or so.

smiling politely (twitching obsessively),

Karis

p.s. I went to bed at half four last night, and I woke up before nine. So when I say "I appreciate that", what I actually mean is OH MY GOD GET OUT OF FUCKING BED YOU FUCKING ADOLESCENT WASTE, YOU.

i'm sorry, but is this some kind of belated April Fools?

in other news, i woke up at 2pm this afternoon due to sheer boredom and lack of adequate reason to drag myself out of bed,  packed a small suitcase full of clothes and revision and buggered off home with it.  i wonder if anyone will notice and call the police?