Fire alarms - or something - keep going off in this building, but nobody seems to be evacuating. Perhaps because we all seem to have decided these things are malfunctioning like nobody's business.

Since I don't think I'm in any imminent danger of burning or choking to death (absence of smoke, fire or any sounds of people evacuating the building suggests this), this is a bit annoying. I'm trying to listen to 'Moonflower' for what must be the 3,687,093rd time and all these sirens are stopping me from managing it with any real success. I could just turn my music up, but the LRC exhorts its users to keep all music personal, so I really don't think this would be such a great idea.

Moth is being pathetic. I was writing on the bus on the way in and she's really beginning to annoy me. I can't give too much away since two of the three people who read this LJ also read 'Seuche', but suffice to say she is being very, very irritating and stupid and I want to smack her, which I'm convinced is never a good thing for an author - even a fanfic author - to feel about one of their own fictional characters. Oh well, at least she's not doing anything that a canon character hasn't already done before her. What is it about Weiss Kreuz that leads 75% of all its female characters to have precisely no sense of occasion?

Anyway.

Back in college now for the Pharmacology Week of Doom and Terror. Actually, all things considered this week doesn't look like it's going to be too bad (for all I am in the Small Group of Satan). I am at least interested in this stuff (well, it's kind of important) and the lecturer's good, but the problem is... well, the problem is that I emerged from our first lecture feeling as if I had been beaten over the head with an ether-filled pillow. Repeatedly. Dazed wasn't quite the word for where I was at coming out of this thing. After the rather torpid three weeks I have spent in the company of the Public Health course, actually being expected to think was a bit of a shock to the system.

In other news - I don't know if I'm going to be able to come online as late as I was making a habit of, or as often, for the simple reason that I think my landlady is beginning to get quietly irritated with it. This isn't to say that I won't be coming on in the evenings at all, or that I won't be able to check my emails when I am at college (in the lunch hour, as I am now) or during the day when she's at work and I'm not on duty or on placement, But I think I'm beginning to push it with regards of how often I use her computer, and how long for - and, since we live under the same roof, I think it'd be a damn fine idea if I started to exercise a little restraint.

I mean, it's getting to the point where I'm using her PC almost more often than I am mine, and I don't think that's an entirely positive state of affairs - not least because it ties up her living room, and keeps me up till all hours. She's not said anything yet, but I think I disturb her when I come up to bed no matter how quiet I try and be. Simply put, since I'm trying to live with this woman, and I like her, I'm definitely going to have to be a bit more thoughtful with regards to how I spend my leisure time.

I think it'll make things a little smoother between the pair of us if I try and restrict my Internet use. Not stop altogether - she won't be expecting miracles - but at the least cut down on it. Using the Internet until it's gotten so late it's more accurate to call it early four or five times a week (or even more than that) really should not be the norm, so I can see why she might well be getting a little annoyed with it. If it was my computer in my room it might be a different matter but, well, it's not. She's got no objection to me using her computer sometimes but really, I think it's getting excessive. I kind of need to cut down - it's the 'all good things in moderation' kind of philosophy.

... oh. The beep seems to have stopped for now. Touch wood (or veneered desk thing) that it won't start again before it's time for me to head back to class.