All-nighter thoughts

Well. What a week it's been. The first few days, as usual, were uneventful, except for the dreaded Aspects of Translating and interpreting, which is the most horrible lecture in French one will ever encounter. Most of the class are francophile exchange students, fair enough considering it is a translation class. But, because of them, we now have the whole lecture in French. Not only that, we can hardly hear what she says 'cause she mumbles. The best of both worlds! *sarcastic*! Bloody hell. I mean, if the fact that we are translating from our mother tongue into our second language isn't bad enough, if we're not perfect we'll get ripped to pieces. Even the sainted francophones are not immune, but if they can't get it right, who can? That is the eternal question that the translator must struggle to answer every day of their lives. This was on Monday, on Thursday was a biggie. The Broadband finally arrived and I started with a new drama group called The Cygnet Players. I can't wait for the next rehearsal! BTW, we're doing The Wedding Singer, and it's in March, more info to come in later posts. Anyway, I came home, full of optimism, and what was I greeted with, a non-existent wireless connection! Woop-di-doo! Only one laptop in our household has the connection, and it sure 'aint mine! BUGGER! :( Oh well. In other news, I auditioned for an infomercial for Roehampton (I am a student there) called R U Goin Uni on Friday morning, which those of you who follow me on Twitter already know about, and today, Sunday, after no sleep whatsoever, am going to Wembley Arena to watch Doctor Who Live. If anyone hears snoring, I apologise in advance!