This is what I did over the weekend...

I also wrote my english essay. Eventually.

 I finished it and handed it in at 2.00PM monday, three hours before the deadline. Finishing an english essay always results in mixed feelings of joy and angst. There's the joy of finally getting to the end of 1,500 words (yeah, yeah I know. 1,500 words is nothing and I should be able to write it in 3 hours while sleeping, but I can't do that. I stare out the window a lot thinking meaningful things, like how speedily clouds can drift when they put their minds to it.) then there's the angst of doubting the quality of those 1,500 words while knowing that you're definitely not going to re-write anything more than a couple of words now you've found a reasonable end to the conclusion (something other than "and..yeahhhh...")

And now we have the added trouble of getting those few pages to the seventh floor of an eleven floor building that sways in the wind. And seems to be held up completely by torn up milk crates and elastic bands. I'm actually not joking about that. There is some steel scaffolding but I doubt that holds much of the weight. 

So the weather was amazing over the weekend. After the very long, very cold winter we've just had I would have been out frolicking (is that something 19 year olds are allowed to do? Or is it just lambs and toddlers? ) in the sunshine, but thank you Chinua Achebe for writing a book that would end up on the first year english reading list. It's obviously all your fault. Obviously. 

So to appease my need to get a tan whilst feeling slightly productive, I took my laptop outside to write. I bet you didn't see that coming. The results? I haven't noticed any tan, but it may be hard to tell because I still have my tan lines from last summer due to severe burning. Severe meaning it hurt to sit down for a few days after falling asleep in the sun. And as for my essay, it's hard to say whether my vitamin D related happiness contributed much to my clarity of thought, especially considering the time I spent peeling my maniacally dribbling cat off my computer screen. Or lifting her off the keyboard after she had deftly typed "killllllllllll" into the middle of my essay. Or carefully extricating her sharpened claws from my thigh.

Once Catlady Catface (or Meg) had adopted my cardigan to give her loving attention to, I was quite distracted by trying to remember the rhyme that children say when blowing the fluffy seeds off dandelion heads. I almost googled it but didn't because I was working. Instead I tried to blow the seeds off the dandelion. I failed quite horrifically and ripped them off instead.