Meh.
Anyway, I go back to Uni on Monday and I am so not looking forward to it. On the up side - I'm starting to really like the idea of being a teacher. I much prefer imparting my knowledge in a series of discussions or short pieces than these long, stupid and annoying essays. Also, I want to write for me - not for this. I really wish I hadn't done Honours now. Yes, I've learnt so much in my mini-topics and that's great. Really it's my thesis... I'm not interested in it. I thought I was, but I'm not. The fact I'm not going to get great marks also lets me down. I'm ambitious in a twisted way.
I'm still smiling to myself about a dream I had last night, if you don't want to read about it, don't (click here.) It was slashtastic! It was a Horatio Hornblower dream. My first ever real sleep-dream about it. Archie had sadly already been dead - but a lookalike had appeared and Horatio was all mixed up when he started having feelings for him. This young man (and I don't think the poor bloke got a name in Loz-dreamscape) was Archie's cousin. Most of it was a blur, I admit. I seem to recall a lot of angst and some kissing, and very gorgeous looking Ioan and Bambini (naturally it had to be Jamie if this cousin was a lookalike). I just think it's so cool I had a dream about HH in wonderous, glorious colour... even if it was pretty... interesting.
