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Nearly a month between posts. My blogophobia must be creeping back in. I have to an extent been busy. In the interim, I've written an entire dissertation, been up north to watch Sunderland v.s Manchester United (I'll cover my growing disillusionment with football in a later blog), seen Ross Noble twice in Tunbridge Wells and Croydon and watch my sense of enthusiasm slump to something approaching an all time low.
I'm quite confident that my dissertation will derail any chances of a respectable grade for my degree (i.e a 2:2). I had a crack at it, did the research and the notes, but I couldn't get my head round creating something that was 10,000 words long. In the end, it just became a struggle to beat the word count and I had to call proceedings to a halt on Friday otherwise I would have gone mad. My revision's suffered and I've got two exams next week that I'm going to struggle with in all likelyhood. And I'm sat in the Computer Centre at Royal Holloway being all negative instead of cramming like a bitch.
I've found it more and more difficult to force myself to do things I hate. I can't bring myself to go to the library, spending half an hour trying to find somewhere to work because students are packed into study spaces, spending the warmest days of the year thus far indoors. It's depressing. I'm tired, miserable and I've not the foggiest clue where I go from here.
Last night was my Laughing Horse New Act of The Year Semi Final at the Tournament in Earls Court. Having focused exclusively on the dissertation all week I didn't have much time to get my act together and it showed. It wasn't a complete death, but it was fairly close and given the high calibre of the other acts, I looked considerably out of place. Disappointing but not unsurprising. It did strike me on the train on the way home last night that I've not felt the depression of a shit gig all that often, although this sometimes isn't much of a consolation. In stand up, when things go badly, there's nowhere to hide. Hopefully I can throw myself into it a bit more after my degree's over. It's 16 more days until I bid farewell to academia, I don't know if I'll have anything to show for it.
I'm quite confident that my dissertation will derail any chances of a respectable grade for my degree (i.e a 2:2). I had a crack at it, did the research and the notes, but I couldn't get my head round creating something that was 10,000 words long. In the end, it just became a struggle to beat the word count and I had to call proceedings to a halt on Friday otherwise I would have gone mad. My revision's suffered and I've got two exams next week that I'm going to struggle with in all likelyhood. And I'm sat in the Computer Centre at Royal Holloway being all negative instead of cramming like a bitch.
I've found it more and more difficult to force myself to do things I hate. I can't bring myself to go to the library, spending half an hour trying to find somewhere to work because students are packed into study spaces, spending the warmest days of the year thus far indoors. It's depressing. I'm tired, miserable and I've not the foggiest clue where I go from here.
Last night was my Laughing Horse New Act of The Year Semi Final at the Tournament in Earls Court. Having focused exclusively on the dissertation all week I didn't have much time to get my act together and it showed. It wasn't a complete death, but it was fairly close and given the high calibre of the other acts, I looked considerably out of place. Disappointing but not unsurprising. It did strike me on the train on the way home last night that I've not felt the depression of a shit gig all that often, although this sometimes isn't much of a consolation. In stand up, when things go badly, there's nowhere to hide. Hopefully I can throw myself into it a bit more after my degree's over. It's 16 more days until I bid farewell to academia, I don't know if I'll have anything to show for it.
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