O Children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice.

So, once again, we are back in deadline season.
Of course, reprompting me to write on my blog as a major effort of procrastination.

I am about to write an obligatory moaning paragraph.
If you are sensitive to such moaning issues,
Please feel free to skip on ahead.

ALL MY JOINTS HURT.
My shoulder popped out again and I'm sure I've trapped something in it.
Still haven't got over the last wrist dislocation.
My fingers are all popping at will now.
My thumb has a weird dimple in it.
I'M VERY TIRED
And I have no time to sleep.
I HAVE MOVED IN TO THE LIBRARY.
Literally, I am only at home to sleep, shower, gather food and return.
I'm like some kind of academic primitive warrior.
Warrior - because it makes it sound more fun.
WHICH IT IS NOT.
NOTHING FUN ABOUT THIS.
Well, unless you count the ridiculous amount of junk food
I've managed to justify eating.
THE SOUND OF HOOVERING IS MORE IRRITATING
THAN
EVER
I'm going to nut anyone in here that isn't here doing work
ITS 7AM YOU MOTHER HUBBARDS.
My brain is actually just sloshing about inside my head.
And I can't see properly even with my glasses now.
And that has nothing to do with my slight lack of sleep.
AND I'M MISSING REHEARSALS.
I DON'T MISS REHEARSALS.
I'M AD.
AND I CAN DO MY JOB.
Damn you essays.

END OF RANT.
(Rant as in slant, chant, plant; not rant as in ant.)

Every single point raised above can be:
- Fixed
- Gotten over
- Improved
- Ignored
But essay-season dictates not.

On the upside,
I can completely justify downloading another HP Soundtrack.
Prisoner of Azkaban, of course.
And 'O Children' by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds.
That is, sadly, not included on the official HPDH7.1 Sountrack.
And it does make me want to dance and cry,
But in a good way.
Its going to be a definite train song I think.

Also, Writing and Film student friend of mine
Has expressed interest in collaborating.
Which would be mega cool and halve the time
I end up spending on pre-production.

By expressed interest I mean we have got a picture of a donkey
And given it a company name.

WE'RE ALL UP TO OUR EYEBALLS.

Also,
I'm moving house on Friday.
When I say "I'm", I mean my my mum is moving house on Friday.
I'm in lectures in the middle of the day,
And will be getting a train home to help unpack.
Hence the mad essay-dash a week before the official deadline.
But it is VERY exciting, I'm so excited for new house and the move!
I just don't have enough head-space to function that part of me right now.

I wish I could get the Knight Bus.
Just for the lolz really.
I can't wait to get into Pottermore,
Having head to work ALL day, EVERY day of the Beta testing opening week.
So I'm having to suffer along, not knowing my house or wand or anything.
SO DON'T BE COMPLAINING ITS NO FUN.

I'm much more open-minded about which house I'll be in.
I'm actually leaning more to Slytherin than ever before.
Probably due to my new-found love for Draco Malfoy.
But there are actually some really good house traits there.
I will wait for a time when I am not running full speed in essay-land, to list these.
And my preferences for other houses as well.
I'm more of a SlytherClaw right now.

Delirium.
Good night.
Morning.