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April 18th, 2007

02:33 pm - Me teeth hurt and my exam is next week * see above * Current Location: Eynsham Current Mood: blah

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April 15th, 2007

10:26 am - Squiggles! Hello, hello: am finally back in Oxford after a much restful time in Cornwall. Parents showed up the last two days I was there, which kinda put a damper of things in the whole having the whole house to my self way, but the small gifts of food and books and a new suitcase (the wheels actually being worn flat on my old one) very much appreciated. And now the last term! Only ten weeks, then a long summer of dossing - I already feel like its summer; that this is just a litle postscript to the course (which, sadly, it isn't - in fact likely to very much hard work). Its all the sunshine! I have two more weeks left at Bartholomew - and then, to the sunnny shores of Wallingford! ::yawn:: In other news, I am terribly sunburnt. Damn you, Cornwall - damn your sun and grassy parks! I spit on you and your summer holiday atmosphere and the many books I have at home to read in the said scorching sun! Anyway, I shall hopefully be a little less of a lobster when I go back to work tomorrow (although the kids aren't back until Tuesday). I shall endevour, in the future, to remember the bloody sunblock, and be generally less British: ooooh, a miniscule patch of sunshine - it'll obviously never be sunny again, so I'd better go and bask in it until I'm red as a roasted suckling pig... Ouch, ouch, ouch... Current Location: Oxford Current Mood: Such pain! Current Music: Maste&Commander - its summer! To the high seas!

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April 5th, 2007

01:29 pm - Oh, the cleverness of me! The sun is shining, lent's almost over and I *have a job*. Oh, could life be any more fantamulous? Well, obviously, if the magical Curriculum Assignment fairies got down to work, the lazy bastards, that would be even more fantamulous. Obviously. But in leiu of that, I'm fairly happy. Oh, and did I mention I have a job? I love the school. So much. I can't wait to work there. Also, I've worked out that I only have six more weeks of actual course to go. That's not even two months. I am still enjoying it, but I really get the feeling I'll enjoy working at my actual job, what I have, and what I will start in September (Wooo!) so much more. Plus, although I will fleetingly miss Oxford, its like living in a tourist snow globe (minus the snow, most of the time) and its bloody saying something when you enjoy staying in Cornwall. Of course, the fact that my 'rentals are delightfully in absentia is very a much a plus in that I get use of their house, dvd, chattels, large television and fridge without actually having to talk to them or be told to tidy up after myself, turn things off etc. I can only assume this is what's its like being an adult. Or a rich adult anyway. *Is looking forward to first wage packet very much indeed*. Anyway, I'm getting quite a bit of work done, which is exellent (and thus I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it its entirely my parents fault that I usaully get no work done at home. Entirely) but also having a fairly sizable portion of the day to doss around, read, graze, watch Evangelion (strangely, I no longer want to stab Shinji to death with a rusty penguin. Dear Lord, I hope I'm not becoming mellow in my old age!) pootle around town looking at wee little shops and melting into pools of ectasy at how cheap everything is. Which is even better. The only real downside was that, despite there being only a day between them leaving and me arriving, my dad decided to turn the water off before he left. I mean, why? Was the house going to sink? And thanks entirely to my mum's vaguer than vague instructions about how to put it back on (literally: "turn the tap". Which tap? The house is full of taps?), I only managed to turn the water back on this morning. So now I all bathed and shiny, my clothes are spinning around and around in the magical machine of cleaness and I no longer have to boil water from the outside tap to drink. Oh joy of joys. Which is just another reason to be pretty damn happy. A last thought: what in GOD'S HOLY NAME is the cat doing?!?! ::screams and runs away:: Current Location: Penzance Current Mood: refreshed Current Music: Fox Kids Escaflowne theme (entirely in my head)

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March 22nd, 2007

08:03 am - More mumblings Interviews are calling: I'm not sure how good a job I'm going to make of it, I'm so tired. ::shrugs:: Well, I'm very much going to see what I think of the school; its by no means the job-to-end-all-jobs. As far as I know. I do wish they'd let me know what they want me to teach for them, though. Current Location: The 'sham Current Mood: thoughtful

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March 14th, 2007

07:50 am - Ill, ill, ill Have not posted for ages due to galloping cold symptoms. Actually is rather tricky to teach when one has no voice, and has to stop every five seconds to blow nose. Y7s seem to interpret an iota of adult silence as cause to scream, run around, kill and eat each other. Worrying amount of their creative writing seems to involve cannibalism. They came up with some pretty spiffy pirate names, though: tremble at the approach of Yorkshire Pete, Falling-apart Jones and BLOODBEARD (yes, always written in capitals). Anyway, the week is pootling along quite happily. I only have to teach film studies today, so I may just survive. Have applied for some more jobs in Leeds, so my Yorkshireish freinds will probably be seeing me either at the very end of March, or sort of mid to late April. Huzzah! Such noodles there shall be! Am watching Torchwood at the moment with flatmate (minus the episode when the Welsh eat each other and Owen and Gweeeeeeeen kug like horrible scanky pornettes. I would not for the world inflict that upon my worstest enermy). And Evangelion in spare time, out of this weird nostalgia. Quite a combination. I think that Shinji is becoming progressively more Welsh in my imagination. Also, the predictable need to decide which charecters are equivilants of each other. So far, I'm pretty sure Pen-Pen and Owen were seperated at birth, in thier penguiny tank of penguin. Current Location: Eynsham Current Mood: sick Current Music: Staffroom babble

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March 5th, 2007

11:02 am A exellent weekend: the Illusionist - go and see it - pure cheese, but the kind that comes on a wee wooden board, with a fancy knife and bits of grape. Did some quality town-noodling, got some bargains in a library sale and generally remembered the good things in life - i.e. time in bed and reading and preferably a combination of the two. Current Location: Eyesham Current Mood: hungry Current Music: The dum-de-dum of my own goblin choir

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March 2nd, 2007

05:47 pm - Blurf I'm glad to hear you're all having fun - apart from Nick, who I only assume is dead. Got back from "Up North" and my life has disintegrated into some kind of trifle, due to low-level unwells and the combined emotional upheavel of interviews, getting home to find somebody had nicked some really pointless but nonetheless personal things from my room - lovely - and being broken up with a) in painfully diplomatic terms and b) actually feeling a complete lack of even vague guttedness. Hm. Normally, the answer to such emotional crises would be drunkeness and/or ice-cream, but instead I think I will read the Three Musketeers and maybe sleep for a thousand years. Or until Monday. Or until about 7am tomorrow, when further sleep becomes impossible. I shall write something more cheery as and when the inspiration strikes Current Location: Oxford again Current Mood: tired

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February 18th, 2007

09:35 am - The rain it raineth every day... Still recovering from London glee. Inexplicably lost my voice...reagined it yesterday...lost it again at bop last night. Kept fully intending to leave and somehow didn't quite make it out the door. Damn my foolishness. Now I sound like a toad. Croak croak. But London was wonderful. Saw a couple of wonderful exhibitions and a stunningly good performance of Twelfth Night at the Old Vic. All male cast, very clever. Was surprisingly restained in terms of buying. Had fantastical meals with the fantastical Becca and Nick. Good times, as Nick would say. Last night I dressed up as Clara Bowman, dubious and obscure star of 1920s movies. Slightly risque. People kept asking me who I was and coulnd't, I don't doubt, hear my answer. And despite of the bouncy castle not turning up, there were mountains of strawberries and yummy things for chocolate fountain. And the bar ran out of booze *really early* so actually it was a very civilised affair, lack of random horribleness etc. Current Location: Oxford, the bowels of the MCR Current Mood: *croak croak* Current Music: Vague strumming

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February 9th, 2007

05:07 pm - Snow Day! And yes, the snow fell and verily, it was pronounced a snow day. And it came to pass that Bartholomew school was closed and there was rejoicing, yea, even upon the very streets of Oxfordshire. You'll be glad to know I spent the day productively. Made snowman. Snowball fight. Noodles in town, avoidng deadly icey slush. All the good things in life. Today, it also snowed, but I am bored of the snow now, and am waiting for it melt and it to stop being crap and cold, but spring again. What? I have a short attention span. Anyway, I'm muchly looking forward to going away to London, but intend to piss away the rest of half term in trivial and pointless beetling, pottering, and even, perchance, wombeling. The trees outside are all thrashy and scary and loud. Am trying to think of reasons to avoid going out tonight. *ponders...* Current Location: Oxford Current Mood: SNOW! Current Music: Jazz-like twiddlin'

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February 6th, 2007

05:24 pm - Is Christmas over? After weeks of being mocked - ceaselessly, mercilessly, most awfully cruelly - for my belated Christmas glee, I feel spring is coming. Evidence as follows: - It is *furkin cold*. Very. - Small flowers (scraping the bottom of the barrel of my sparse botanical knowledge. Hell, they might be some strange, stationary purplely-blue vareity of squirrels for all I know) have been sighted in University Parks. - It was light: yes, *light* this morning when I got to work. The joy! Talking of joy, my tutor came into school yesterday to perform the first, dreaded installment of OBSERVATION-RELATED HORROR upon my small, unsuspecting person. Lord! But actually, it was fine. Good, I'd go as far to venture. I was the only one of the four of us whom he didn't bollock about some piffling area of record-keeping/lesson organisation, so I feel quite pleasently smug. What with that, and the mad rush of getting off two job applications in as many days (yes, I suck: why didn't I just make a start sooner? Will I ne'er learn?) *and* the double bill of the new Waking the Dead - which is, by the way, fantasticsome, with Boyd even, if possible, more bastardy then ever - and a little light lesson planning, it has really been an incredibly busy few days. I always say that, don't I? But it isn't unpleasent. I think I rather enjoy the drama of it all. Plus, I'm running a whole scheme of work on pirates, which I love, and the kids love, and I generally feel much better at teaching, the last two weeks. Today Fix actually gave me feedback on a lesson without mentioning that dreaded "but..." and detailing everything that I needed to work on. Which was a small joy, but redolant. Tomorrow's a nice, easy day, so I shall spend the evening a-noodling. I said I'd cook dinner for Sarah tonight, and I need to do my laundery, and maybe have a bath (immersion in water of some vareity in order, I suspect) but other than that... Current Location: Oxford Current Mood: working Current Music: "The Jazz"

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February 1st, 2007

07:52 am - Where did I leave my life... Its around here somewhere...perhaps underneath all this paperwork? Well, it was lovely having Becca stay for the last two weeks, but life is now slowly regaining normality. I have been a wee bit of a hermit all week, but am enjoying it profusely. I wonder if I can ever be bothered to see anyone ever again? Having realised the few short months which I shalt remain amongst the dreaming spires, I feel a vast sense of 'what does it even matter?!'. My head is filled with job applications and lesson planning. But I am happy. C: I will attempt to actually be more sociable next week. May go out to animesoc on friday. And should realy do something nice with Sarah at weekend. On Saturday anyhew: must cv-garden on the Sun. We had a bit of a snap at each other last night, though: I really didn't want to go out, having cancelled my hard-won place on an exchange dinner so I didn't have to. Had a long, hard day and resultingly social skills had collapsed. Requests to accompany to Oriel to see film not particularly welcome (why can't people see films on their own? WHY?), nor demands for immiment return of tea-strainer while was engaged in the act of making tea with it. Had to throw tea away. Very sad. Very sad. I will try and update at the weekend. Yes! And until then, contrition floweth through my veins like some sort of cheap, evil-smelling booze. Current Location: Enysham Current Mood: amused Current Music: Staff room babble

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January 12th, 2007

11:28 am - The joy of Friday... Weekend: woo! A shame that I have so much to do on Saturday. I feel *totally* exausted. I'm going to really try and do more in the evenings thought that's sort of productive. Not that lazing around with a book doesn't expand my cultural horizons, enbiggen soul etc. etc. but it would be nice to look back on the week and see acheivements other than copious lesson planning. Which I really have to talk to my mentor about: one of the teachers that I work with is, like, crazy with the everything must be in super-human detail. Its basically like a script. Anyway, I hate following plans like that, because I feel like the lesson's utterly flat and there's no room to explore anything else that comes up. I suppose that comes later, maybe. But I've spent longer planning four lessons that it'll take to deliver hem next week, which surely cannot be right. Surely! My other aim at the moment is to try and eat proper dinners instead of making something utterly insubstantial then spend the evening gorging myself on fruit and yoghurt because I'm still hungry. Yesterday evening I ate two apples, a carrot and a half and dried dates *and* two yoghurts. Consquently, I have no fruit left. Boo! What I actually need is a magically refilling fruit bowl, because it makes me sad not having any fruit or anything at work. I suppose I could just go and do some shopping, but its almost Sunday, and I like to avoid going into a supermarket before then, being barged, jostled and otherwise dispairing for the combined fate of humanity, if its in any way avoidable. Current Location: Eynsham Current Mood: Bounce. Bounce-bounce. Bounce. Current Music: The ignored jangle of the phone...

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January 8th, 2007

05:41 pm - Yo ho ho, and really bad eggs Zwoom: a wonderful day back at work, and a skinny ginger muffin on the way home and all is right with the world. I really am lucky. Current Location: Oxford Current Mood: content Current Music: More Radio4 C;

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January 2nd, 2007

09:34 am - Fond greetings from the kingdom of bees... Well, have made it back to Oxford after an arse-numbing spate of trainfullness...coughing people...Americans...young people...bearded smelly hobos. A representative sample of Britons today? If so, we're screwed people. Hopefully all the dynamic, go-getting types who will survive the coming apocaypse are those who own cars, and thus shun the trains. Anyway, its nice to be back, even if it does feel a tad weird after so long at home. I suppose I stop believing in Oxford after so long in Cornwall. I think there's something about the transition, as well, between being with your family all the time, which can feel suffocating, but they love you thoughtlessly, they know you entirely, and look after you compleatly, to being back in halls, surrounded by empty rooms and people who are perfectly lovely, but had fate not thrown you togeather...Well, that's my moan. I shall spend the day - my last day of holiday sadly, pottering, acclimatising, enjoying the shops again. I feel quite giddily overexcited about the prospect of all those book shops, but must restrain self - have a pile of Christmas books about as high as me (well, sitting down). Have a few bits and peices of work to polish off, but can mainly do my preperation during department week. And then time to start worrying about the next essay, and job hunting! Oh my. But quite enough about that. I also have a dental consultancy to look forward to, on Firday I think (should probably check that) which is not only pants of itself, but also because I have to rifle through my folder, find out how I get time off for medical reasons - and so on and so forth. New year's resolutions? Hmmmmm...I couldn't really come up with anything too profound. Just try to be generally lovely and fantastic. I suppose I should work harder, and socialise less, but we'll see. Right now I feel both isolated, and never wanting to socialise with anyone, ever again. At least recognise this now as Halls Blues, such as I remember from my first year at university, and know full well usaully only lasts as long as the suitcase lies splayed across the hall, half-unpacked. A visable symbol of how bloody homeless I am, though I do not live in the streets, eat pidgeons or hustle the Issue. Word. I hope everyone had a shiny, shiny Xmas. Mine was very peaceful, very relaxed. Ditto new year. We went to this dreadful Par-tay at our nearly-neighbours, ate cocktail onions (really), snuck home before midnight utilising excuse that granny would probably start getting lonely, or playing with matches, and burn our house down. We drank mulled wine and listened to fireworks outside (it was raining quite heavily, and none of us were keen to go *looking* for pretty colours in the wet) and watched the ones on tv, laughing at each other's poor excuses for resolutions. May the bees be with you Current Location: Oxford Current Mood: discontent Current Music: BB4 jazz

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December 19th, 2006

04:08 pm - Agggggggggh! Having something of a present-related meltdown - or rather, a posting of presents meltdown. My life hangs in tatters of catastophe. Consquently, cannot even begin to decide what I want from parentals this merry yule. Do I qualify for, like, uber karma points - actually obsessing about getting everyone else's chistmas right to the point I compleatly overlook my own potential material gains? Mostly, though, I think its just the entire mindgamery of dad insisting we *all* open *all* our presents on the eve. Or he'll scream&sulk like last year. So I just feel so totally "meh" about it all. Anyway, in case you were wondering, I did manage to get everything in the post on time (humming, as I did so, the 'get you to the church on time' song - innapropriate, but pure yuletide-tv musical cheeeeese) - presents for all! Apart from Becca, who will be receiving a much belated card, and whom I shall give chrimbo and birthday goodies to when I see her. Too cold to type - too cold even to proof-read this bizarre and inane rambling. I am Amazoned out and need healing herbal teas. Current Location: Cornwall - I think... Current Mood: confused Current Music: Belly-rumbling and typing noises

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December 17th, 2006

10:48 am - Ho ho ho Home Have returned to Cornwall. Already feeling very aware of downsides to this state of being. On bright side, will probably get much more work done on Christmas presents/cards. Have lost will to write. Cold. Wolves. Teeth gnashing... Current Location: Penzance Current Mood: crappy Current Music: The silence of the cornwallish hills...

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December 14th, 2006

11:15 am - Eating Christmas porridge (bran, milk, nutmeg, mince-pie filling, oats=bliss) Well, back in Oxfordmashirechester, and am now officially exausted. I mean, beyond exaustion: a new and terrifying horizon of tired. But we had so much fun in Frankfurt it was so totally worth it (totally) and I feel so warm and fat and content. I think we may have OD'ed on the Bretzels (and a load of other stuff, I have no doubt) - my kidneys are propably curling up right now with salz poisoning, but oh so tasty! Excuse the rambling - I shall try and compose my thoughts. Well, Christmas is coming and goose is getting fat (and presumably nervous-looking) and I have actually managed to do most of my Christmas shopping. A mixture of Frankfurt-bought and homemade gifts wing thier way to youse - I grovel in advance to Becca, knowing I have *entirely compleatly missed* the international post now for Xmas. Poo! But at least its a good excuse for abusing the parental phone to talk to you when I go back! Which is getting worrying close: I really need to get some work done on my dissertation, but I have, like, major block when it comes to these words, in sentences, about various nonesensical educational things about which I don't care. Like, the "black box". I still have no idea what it does, or if it is in fact purely metaphysical, as boxes go. I suck. But I'm definatly quite far down the road of Xmas winding down, and can't really be blamed. By the by, here is a rather nice photo of a singing moose. Sarah is the one in the foreground. I actually had a rather spiffy photo of her trying to fit an entire beer mat in her mouth (and suceeding rather well) but certain threats were levied regarding its publishing on the net/me having various amphibious lifeforms placed in my bed etc. so I think the anecdote, such as it is, will have to stand without visual aids. And this is a rather beautiful Christmas tree. Apparently it is one of the biggest in Europe. Good to know. Frankfurt was terribly cute (as well as delicious - we did make a very real effort to try all the types of wine, all the chocolate-covered fruits, and all the bretzels - sadly, we weren't quite equal to the task. Sob.) and somehow self-conciously cute in a way that didn't make it gross and kitsh and disney-fied. And it was wonderful just being able to pretty much walk around all day, seeing the things we wanted to like churches and art galleries (which were also ace) without actually having to leave the patch-work of christmas markets which cover the central city. Generally, it was fab, and the perfect anecdote to Oxford, and the end of term in general. Espcially the madness and debauchery of the PGCE Hollywood party. So much food. So much glamour. And a wonderful live jazz band - of Leeds fame, as it happens. Here we are, all looking a bit drunk Though not as drunk as at the Christmas gaudy (to be fair, on both occasions, we were mainly drunk on sugar...) Its always nice to just have no oppertunity to work, or worry or to think about anything more serious than what to have for lunch. Just ask Nickolaus: Yum yum. Current Location: Oxford Current Mood: bouncy Current Music: Goldfrapp

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December 1st, 2006

04:22 pm - Both of you - dance like you want to win! Once again, a suitably misleading title. I haven't been out dancing over-much. There were a couple of fairly average bops, neither of which are really worth mentioning other than to note thier averageness. We're going to the PGCE Hollywood Glamour party on Friday, though - so look forward hearing about that in pre-pre-Christmas bumper edition when I return from Jolly Frankfurt. Presuming I am not so full of pretzels I cannot write, which is a very destinct possibility, I'm sure you all appreciate. Talking of being unbearably full, we did dance a bit at the ickle patry-ette at the end of the Christmas Gaudy. Crappy Xmas Crap. But we didn't care - it was keep moving or die. Me and Sarah (possibly the only other person in the world who'd love of green leafy joy approaches my own) had a bit of brussel sproat eating contest. Dear *Lord*. But we both lived to tell the tale. Sarah's actually moving onto my floor as well (having grown sick of the price-death which is central Jerico) so that will make living in floors a little more bearable, even if I do have to share the fridge. Sparkly sparkly lights are appearing in all the shops and around the streets and I'm starting to feel like its REALLY CHRISTMAS. Xmas presents advance happily toward completion. Listen for the flap of the post-box, my far-flung dears! But it is still too early to talk of all the joys of the festive blah, so I shall restrain myself - uncharecteristically. Last weekend, I went to London as well, for department outing. We got to see the backstage of the globe, and play around on the stage, acting with the Glove Company (very badly). I feel now equipped to teach The Bard. Possibly. I also played on the giant slides at the Tate, and went to see the Nightmare before Christmas as the 3D cinema, rather than go to see the Turner Prize gallery, so I think I'm about as non-cultural as ever. I hope you had a lovely time in Machesterland, Vernony, and bought lots of nice cheap tat. And keys! Do say thankee to your flatmate for me. Yesterday we got to make films - like proper films, with movie cameras and titles and music and stuffles. And Viv put them onto a dvd for us. It was dead exciting, though it was mildly vexing getting stuck with the MAC OF DEATH which kept bluescreening like it was going out of fashion. Damn Macs. Sure, they're pretty. But *every single person* I know with one loves it, sure, swoons at its prettiness, sure, but can they ever get the buggers to work? Give me the Evil Empire, everytime. Perhaps I'm just avaricious of the little white box. But the ickle Sony laptops are prettier, I think, and, like a million times better. (Just in case Santa is reading). But no; I have Muraki - he's still as good as gold, and hasn't even been stolen once. In conclusion: go and see Pan's Labyrinth. Now. Get your coat, and go. Are you still reading? Seriously, minutes of your life are ticking by: the film demands to be seen. Current Location: Oxford Current Mood: Awaiting the Yule Current Music: The Phantom of the Opera - he's in your mind

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November 11th, 2006

01:54 pm - Confessions of a trainee teacher Actually, I can't think of anything in particular to confess. Other than putting too much of my bursary through the tills of Borders. I stole a couple of pumpkins from the MCR after the Halloween party. But they would probably have just been thrown away, or eaten by Jeremy, so I don't feel too bad about that. I'm still eating them. Yum. I went on my first exchange dinner this week, to Harris Manchester, since a place opened up and I happened to be in the right place at the right time (eating free Alpen, as if happens). I assumed this was something of a cow college, never having heard of it, but actually it was dead posh. Some poor bugger played away on a piano while we ate (our extravagant and delicious) dinner and there was a butler and everything. Oh, and they have this incredibly silly prayer. Our pre-dinner prayer is in proper latin at LMH, *and* also happily happens to be the shortest in all of Oxfordopolis. Which is just another reason why LMH rocks. ::collects throughts while polishing off some more pumpkin soup:: All in all, a rather crazy week (again). Starting to teach full lessons, mostly about texts I hardly know, and poems I barely understand. Ignor-tastic! And from next week, we're going to be in three days instead of two, which will probably be uber-tiring, but I think it'll be great to feel more a part of the school. Plus, no more PDP lectures! Woo! I'm once again absolutely shattered after a manic friday. We dressed up to go to a Super Hero bop at Green. I was a butterfly girl. No pictures of moi (oh, oh, what a shame indeed, I hear you cry) but here is Sarah, as my ladybird super-nemesis Not actually sure if it was worth it, cosidering the Green bop was not of the highest calibre. But we ditched them and went to another bop at St.Ant's, which was heaving. And considering that the total cost of the costume was - £3 for gold/black cloak material, soon to beocme a foxy winter scalf - 50p for paper butterflies, soon to become foxy door ornamentation - 50p for spangly silver stuff, soon to become mini-xmas-tinsel for potted plant Sigfreid, come festive season. I'm not entirely sure if plants can be foxy, but if so, Siggy surely will be. Anyhew, I don't feel I made a loss. Perhaps I was just a bit tired to get into the bopping mood, because I didn't stay out into the wee hours at all, but went home, read book, ate carrot, slept. Perhaps it was just the mental over-exaustion of finally handing in my curriculum assignment/sleep deprivation from the madness of Thursday/having to do drama at 9am/seeing eight thousand million million people during the afternoon. Very much enjoying a laaaaazy day today, though: have been mainly lounging around the MCR, watching Futurama and eating free alpen. I may go to a free play tonight (you see a pattern here?) but it *is* at Corpus, so I might just do some more loungin'. Pip-pip. Oh, and as promised, photos of Lon-don. Not particularly exciting, but I feel the need to share the terrible burden of my snap-happy-fuuu. The Southbank. Me and Nick couldn't decide if the Dali sculptures were a)Naff b)Scary c)Profound d) All of the above Also, aleins of some kind - some strange, sparkly kind - seem to invaded Hyde Park. My final words of wisdom: Facebook is the devil's own work. I shall be a-shunnin' it, forthwith. Never, never start a dissertation, no matter if your tutor recommends it, without checking that somebody has written someting about it, ever. Or your life will, like mine, turn to jam. Never, never start researching holidays when you have an essay to finish Go and see The Prestige, if only for the sheer random hi-jinks of dove-crushin', hand-severin', floatin' clone mayhem. Current Location: Physically: Oxford. Mentally: frankfurt Current Mood: Hmmmmmmmmmm.... Current Music: Plunkett and Macleane soundtrack

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November 2nd, 2006

10:13 am - The meaning of life I must say, all this coming up with clever titles really drains my native cleverness. I expect to see more of an effort from *certain other folks*. Having nothing to write is no excuse. Just check in, k? Vernony, I will haunt you like the Ghost of Christmas Past and send you cryptic, mafia-esque post if you don't try harder. Having a life is no excuse. Look at me: balancing those very difficult qualities of having a life, and being a sad bastard. Went to see A Good Year last night. Well, it was Wednesday. Russel Crowe amuses me. He might have been trying to pretend he was a high-powered investment banker but really, *really*, I know he's just Captain Jack in disguise. A better disguise than the dancing bear, I have to admit. And don't tell me to move on...I will never...never... ::cries with the unbearable emotion of it all:: Exciting things that have happened in my life? I can't even remember what I've done this week. Oh, London: how fantabulous 'twas. Thankee Vernon, for being the best of hosts. I owe you much: don't think I'll forget! I will find a (quietish) weekend at some point to drag you to Oxford and spoil you rotton! I have some shiny London pictures, also, going up pronto. Taught my first lesson yesterday. Think I was a bit jumpy. Need to give clearer instructions. But its baby steps. Plus, the teacher kept jumping back in which sort of threw me a bit. Like, am I the teacher? Hmmmmmm... but it was good. The technology didn't fail me, and nobody had anything negative to say, so that's got to be a plus. I have been drawn into the evil of facebook. Woe! I shall console myself with microwavable porridge Current Location: Oxford Current Mood: full Current Music: Bjork/Hellsing

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