Hey, friends - those fic requests are coming up soon, I promise. It's been a busy few days at work and deadines at Beat. AIEEEEE.

Mostly this is a letter for my Yuletide author. HERE GOES.

( DEAR YULETIDE SANTA )

And so at 11AM today with a cup of tea curled up alone in the office at uni, I said my own personal farewell to Spooks.

( a few incoherent thoughts )

I desperately want a hardware synthesiser! This is Tits and Acid by Simian Mobile Disco. I know a lot of the people I know from LiveJournal aren't into dance music, but they've also been the production crew for acts like Peaches, Florence and the Machine, the Klaxons and the Arctic Monkeys - which I guess is kind of a testament to their versatility. Anyway, I did an interview with them a month or so ago for work, and I discovered that their music is recorded exactly like it was when they were part of an indie-rock group - their ridiculous collection of analogue synths and outbound gear is played out live, recorded into Pro Tools and mixed with minimal editing - and the results sound so lively and unpredictable! I can't get anything I write to sound nearly as vibrant and engaging with my MacBook. Sigh - life is hard.

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I am writing a two-thousand word essay on the history of female imprisonment that's due on Wednesday and I've suddenly hit that point when you realise you can't actually fit everything you want to say in the word limit. It keeps happening at work. I have another essay (2500 words) due the week after for Victimology, too. Oh, dear. Hermit mode: ENGAGE.

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Speaking of uni, that's going alright. I ended up getting a HD for that stupid presentation somehow and the research proposal was a D. October is going to be a bitch but as it turns out I'll only have one exam this semester. Prisons, Power and Justice had timetabling issues so it's going to be a take-home exam on the first weekend of exam period, Victimology is on November 2 and Democratic Theory doesn't have an exam, just a 3000-word essay that makes up 65% of the final mark, due on October 31. So things will be busy that final week but I'll then have like, four months of holidays until third-year. Maybe I'll do summer semester just for shits and giggles. On the other hand, it'd be nice to have that time to focus on writing music and working at Beat and this other job. We'll see.

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Goddamn Handfield is sexy. He also remembers my name. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, BLUE-EYED, FLOPPY-HAIRED, POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY-ESPOUSING BABE HE IS.


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I'm pretty excited to meet Meg, Brooke and Cathie when they're here in a week or two. LIVEJOURNAL IN REAL LIFE. OH YEAH.


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Seven days until season ten of Spooks. YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS. Predictions? Hopes and dreams? I need Ruth and Harry to run away to Paris together at the end. If they go the whole Code Nine nuclear explosion, young pretty people survive thing I will commit all sorts of awful acts in protest. I have been making sure to listen to the season five-six soundtrack while on ublic transport, looking slyly at people and pretending my text messages are secret communications in celebration. Oh God, what is my life.

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OK BYE.

Four days until my first exam (don't think about it too much, Miki). More importantly, six days until Underworld at Winter Sound System. Are you ready to dance for your life?