This should probably not make me as happy as it does, but... it makes me ever so happy. Also, I adored The Real Merlin and Arthur, even though I learned nothing at all and spent most of it going "I ship Bradley/Angel, I ship Bradley/Angel, I will ignore the RPS" or "OMG Bradley James' tiny beard thing is made of utter win".

Needless to say, Merlin on Saturday rendered me more hysterical than usual. I. Want. To. Date. Arthur. Pendragon. So. Hard.

Hmmm. Everyone in my flat got very drunk on Friday with a variety of interesting results that I don't think I should put on here given how emotionally distressing some of them were, but I am going to have to watch episode one of QI sometime when I'm sober and can actually feel my teeth. widowedanthem came to visit me on Saturday, which was lovely even if I did have to get up at 9 a.m (unheard of!) to go see her, so that was a good day, and I rounded off the evening by watching Beauty and the Beast with Em (the extended version I hadn't seen before, which was... yay! Sunday I basically slept all day and we played Monopoly all night like the terribly cool people that we are ;)

Just before 5 a.m Oli and I decided that it would be a good idea to bake a cake this evening and then eat it with champagne, so when I was in town acquiring things for my mum's birthday (SHE'S COMING TO VISIT ME THIS WEEKEND! YAY!) and so forth I also acquired one of those cakes you make out of a packet with an egg and a bottle of champagne. I've had a four-hour afternoon nap (as Em pointed out, a four hour afternoon nap is more a bad nights' sleep than an actual nap, which is true... it's more sleep than I got last night, after all) and still want to make cake, so I think I will go and do that in a minute. I'm sure it will fail horribly, but you never know.

Actually, if I don't make cake in a minute I will just go back to bed and then I won't sleep tonight and then tomorrow will be Made Of Pain. So I had better go and do that.

Hope you are all well and shiny my lovelies.
xxxx

Happy Thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates it, hope you are all enjoying epic amounts of food :D

Since I didn't have anything to do today I went to bed at 5:30 a.m and got up at 3:10 this afternoon. This. Must. Stop. I think I do need to cut out late-night carbs, hash browns and pizza at 2 in the morning can't really be helping any of this. But James came in all drunk from his latest football social (but not I-Lost-My-Scorecard drunk, which is how we refer to the pub golf incident) and was all "let's all order Efe's" to me and Oli who were the only ones still awake we should start some kind of insomniacs club so we helped him eat all the greasy takeaway. And then I slept like hell. I win at sleeping.

Although I did only see half an hour of daylight today, that really needs amending.

( Last few days... including cooking duck, battling it out with Beowulf, and... whatever it was that happened yesterday that I will hopefully remember by the time I come to recount it. )

( Short little hysterical Merlin squeeing )

Quote of the day for yesterday: Em: Yes, Oli, because I'm somehow going to be able to draw an accurate picture of your penis on a banana with a marker pen.

Oh, and finally: I spend my life on textsfromlastnight.com. It's too funny and ridiculous and a little bit worrying. Go spend your life on there too.

Lots of love to all. I may not be American, but I am still thankful for you all anyway.

Have accidentally joined Twitter (mostly because Em prodded me and said "I don't have any followers, can you join Twitter and be my follower?"). Because it's not like I don't procrastinate ENOUGH or anything. Anyone want to know me on Twitter?

Have watched bits and pieces of Children in Need; the single is TOO CUTE and I enjoyed John jumping around quite a lot, though my flatmates refuse to give me their student loans to buy his boxer shorts :( Fail. Also the Merlin bit was joyous and induced happy screaming; is Bradley James contracted to be shirtless all the time by the way? I'm not complaining, you understand, just wondering...

My flatmates need to learn to say "no" to me when it's the early hours of the morning and I say stupid things like "hey, we've never been up to the top floor of our building, let's go up now" and then we sat around on the floor in the corridor upstairs for a while and in no way peered in a creepy fashion through the curtains of people on the floor below... their own faults for being up at 3 a.m. And then Will went to bed and Oli and I went for a walk; people need to say things like "Jenn, it's half past three in the morning, go to bed" rather than "ok, let's go for a walk across campus". Although there were a truly magical number of stars - in London you don't get stars - and it was all very cold and pretty and awesome. And the geese are so creepy.

I stayed up til 5 and slept til 3, I fail so hard. But I've been procrastinating for a while so I'm going to go and do some work and so forth.

Love to all.

I decided not to attend my lectures today and spent this morning in bed, and then the other lecture hanging around with Em, before going into town and having a creme brulee latte (my first of this winter... Costa how sincerely I adore you, yum) and then going to HMV and buying the complete Thunderbirds boxset and also my own copy of North and South (because my mum would not let me bring our copy up to York with me because Richard Armitage is not allowed to leave the flat but the new series of Spooks reminded me how much I lovelovelove him). Teresa has posted me a proof copy of one of my favourite teen authors so am very excited but first I must read Beowulf and the Critics by Tolkien as research for my essay, which I am excited about but at the same time it is very long and also I suspect it may not actually be relevant to my essay topic and I may just be reading it because I want to, which is nice and all but basically means I am once again procrastinating, though I am determined to get my essay done this weekend because I am sick of writing essays while hungover and at the last minute.

Hmmm. Not sure what is up with me today.

xxxx

Have made myself ill from all the not-sleeping and going out too much and so forth. I do not deserve your sympathy but if you want to offer any I'll take it anyway ;D

( SJA Review: In which Luke and Clyde are so cute it physically hurts and it turns out Mona Lisa is a complete bitch. )

I'm still working through my feelings regarding Doctor Who; I'd only had three and a half hours' sleep when I watched it so basically I sobbed through the last half hour and then impulsively hugged my laptop when the preview for Christmas came up. But I did like it and all.

( Cut for spoilerly screencap, though if you've watched The Waters of Mars it won't actually be spoilery. )

Spooks this week broke me but I have rewatched the scene with Richard Armitage in his dripping wet jeans a few too many times. Gah. Roll on next week!

Had a tutorial today for my faily essay and it turns out it isn't that faily; it's well-written, it just hasn't got an argument. So that was nice to find out. :D

Hope you are all shinyful, I will endeavour to catch up on your journals in the near future.

Love to all.

I FINALLY OWN A PAIR OF JIMMY CHOOS.

They are made by H&M, but they are Jimmy Choos nonetheless. My mum went up to Regent Street at 5 this morning to queue for me, and I've got to send her the money on Monday, and I may have to live on instant noodles for the next ever.

These are they:




They are in London and I am not, mum is currently in the process of lugging them home from central London in the rain for me. She is very very lovely.

Right, suppose I'd better go do something vaguely productive with my day...

xxx

Handed my essay in yesterday morning, so that is all shiny. I mean, it's a dreadful essay and my tutorial is basically going to involve my tutor going "I told you you were being overambitious, you FAIL" and me going "well, yes. Yes, I fail", and then that sort of thing for about ten minutes, but it is at least done so I can just bugger about for the next couple of days.

I had an amazing lecture Tuesday afternoon, it was on oldschool ballads, which basically translates as FOLK SONGS. It was so random and lovely, because as we all know I listen to loads of folk music so I knew most of the songs he was referencing (like Long Lankin and Barbara Allan and so on) and then he broke out into Lucy Wan which is a song I love, and it was just... so weird, and so awesome. I was essentially dying of squee.

We decided over dinner the other night that there is absolutely nothing to prove that Hugh Jackman isn't living in one of our kitchen cupboards provided no one opens the cupboard and tells me otherwise. No, I don't really know how we got there either. Oli did peer around the door and inform me that yes, Hugh Jackman is in the cupboard and then I found this under my door yesterday morning. It made my day. I AM BEING HARRASSED FOR CAKE BY AN IMAGINARY HUGH JACKMAN WHO LIVES IN MY CUPBOARD! YAY!

( I think York train station at midnight is one of my new favourite places )

Wednesday after my seminar (on The Others, which is a movie I really don't like and still don't like even though we had quite a laugh analysing it) I went back to bed for a couple of hours and then ended up sitting around in our kitchen with various people for TWELVE HOURS. I am so ashamed, so I decided to be more productive yesterday and walked into town for some exercise. I spent far too much money on DVDs (CSI:NY FTW) but it was nice anyway, even if I did get rained on quite a lot. Yesterday evening I got into a ridiculously tearful argument with my mother and it was horrible; I feel awful knowing I made her cry and she's all the way in London, but hopefully we can talk it through again today. ARGH.

The guys are out clubbing at the moment but Emily and I stayed in and watched Marie Antoinette which is very pretty but with hindsight it hasn't really made me feel much better. I'm in the process of tidying my room, which is a tip, and then I'm going to bed because I have a lecture to get up for. I want to be more productive in my life though, all I seem to do at the moment is sleep...

Love to all.
xxx

Yes, I am procrastinating. Because I am trying to write an essay on The Yellow Wallpaper and The Turn of the Screw and I have long since forgotten what my point was and I suspect I didn't really have one in the first place and the whole thing is going to crumble if anyone looks at it too hard and it's only 1500 words so I'm not really developing my argument (if it actually exists) and the whole thing is really hopelessly messy and also just plain hopeless. *sigh*

I have very much had enough now.

We went out for Will's birthday on Saturday night (I slept in until 3, which was... stupid, but quite nice nonetheless) and his theme was black tie, so I got to wear the top hat and a nice dress and hang out with other people in formalwear, and we all know how I feel about formalwear so that was fun. Although we didn't eat until like 10 and then ate vast amounts of Chinese food, so after the meal us Freshers ended up getting a cab home while Will and his friends went off to do more drinking, because we are of course just that hardcore. Though we did go out clubbing Sunday night, despite the fact most of us have 9:15 lectures/seminars on Monday morning. I sobered up only about three hours before my seminar, which I am not overly proud of, though we did manage to talk a quite drunk Oli into letting us put mascara and glitter eyeshadow on him when we got back in. And from now on I am always going to go clubbing in my DMs because I feel so safe; I can't stumble over my own feet in Doc Martens or anything, they go walking in a straight line and I follow.

I spent most of yesterday doing this stupid essay, although I did have an afternoon nap when I lost the ability to type from exhaustion, and then we all got a taxi over to the massive Asda, which was far too exciting and now I have a cupboard full of tins of things that I don't particularly need and that I can't open because I don't have a can opener (*organised*).

I have bruised the palms of both my hands at some point, which... ouch. I don't know how I managed it since I have at no point been drunk enough not to remember everything that happened and I haven't done anything that required smacking my hands against a hard surface. They just hurt. *sigh*

Right, I really need to go and finish this fucking essay so I can go out tonight, and also so I can stop sitting around wrestling with it (300 words to go!), and then I shall go endeavour to make me some lunch that doesn't involve potato waffles, which became a staple of my diet sometime when I wasn't looking.

Hope you are all well sweeties, lots of love.
xxx

Well, the tutorial went much better than expected :D I came back very overexcited and weepy, but the Ben & Jerry's helped a lot and Emily doesn't get her essay back until Tuesday so I suspect we will have to do it all over again only less so because no one is as emotionally fluid as I am! But anyway, apparently my essay was a very good "starting essay" and had lots of positive feedback, and I wasn't laughed out of his office when I said what I wanted to write about next week. So I am finally feeling like I am actually meant to be on this course and am not secretly fucking it up or anything.

The room next to mine is a double room and no one is living there, so we took a laptop in there Thursday night and watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off and then hung around in there until about 3 a.m, so I spent most of today asleep. Like, I got up 15 minutes before my morning lecture, then came back from the lecture and slept for a couple more hours, then went to my afternoon lecture and then fucking fell asleep in it. I've fallen asleep in every Friday afternoon lecture I've had so far, it's so shameful :(

After that Emily, Oli, James and I went into town to get a present for Will's birthday; it totally felt all Christmassy because we were all bundled up in winter coats and hats and scarves and things and it was getting dark as we walked through the pretty streets of York and all the shops had their Christmas windows. The only thing that really ruined it was the fact it pissed with rain a lot. But we did go to Starbucks and THE RED CUPS HAVE ARRIVED so that was awesome, I got my first gingerbread latte which was so made of happy :)

When we got back we all made dinner en masse (spaghetti and meatballs FTW) and then retired to what we're now referring to as our "common room" to watch comedy DVDs and the new Armstrong and Miller. I really pity anyone if they do get the room next to mine now, the mattresses are covered in fluff from Emily's jumper and mud from our shoes and it's full of pot noodles and beer cans.

And then it was now. Think I'm going to go make some tea. I've just picked "restless" as my mood, but I don't think it warrants the little blue box crying or anything. I feel restless but I don't feel like weeping! Silly moodtheme.

Love to all.

Am attempting to find literary journal articles to back up the essay I'm planning on writing this week, without much success. Possibly because I am not 100% sure how to use the York Metalib system even though I have been talked through it twice and was awake on at least one of those occasions, but anyway, I'm sure it cannot be that hard to find an article on the supernatural within The Yellow Wallpaper.

Have my tutorial in a little over two and a half hours; my last essay will be pulled to mewling bloody shreds in front of me and then while I am still clutching pathetically at the tatters of my dignity, I will have to explain what I want to write my next essay on. On the plus side, my tutor/supervisor person is totally nice so, as I said to my flatmates, when he makes me cry, it won't be until I'm safely back at the flat. And I have two tubs of Ben & Jerry's.

Oh, but I am eating again, so at least that's fixed :D

I spent a lot of Tuesday fast asleep, which did pay off in the end even though the permacold is still being, well, permanent. I was a bit perkier yesterday, though I still fell asleep every time I tried to read The Turn Of The Screw; I think I may have to go on sparknotes or something before I go tell my supervisor that I want to write about it in my next essay!

My room is eerily tidy now (procrastination FTW), I will have to start making it messy again soon.

Last night we were watching Green Wing in Emily's room when James came staggering back in from his pub golf (nine pubs, nine different drinks). It started off quite funny but then became very sad. He has no memory after about the fifth drink so we have no idea how he got home or why his hand was bleeding when he got back here, but George and I did stay up with him (since everyone else had early mornings) and order the pizza he wanted before he went off to bed. So I feel like a very good person, and also I was nice and offered to put his vomit-stained clothing in with my laundry this morning, so surely I have put aside enough karmic brownie points for something positive to come out of this tutorial, right? Need more rescue remedy.

Right, should probably stop repairing the chips in my nail varnish over my laptop because that is only going to end in tears, and spend the next twenty minutes until my laundry finishes drying trying to find one fucking journal article. Will let you all know how the massacre tutorial goes.

Love to all.

Ganked from karaokegal (in lieu of a proper entry that I will write once I've seen SJA)

Five things you will find if you open my bag:
1. Purple ink fountain pen
2. Oyster Card even though I can't use it in York
3. Pink USB drive
4. My diary
5. Nivea Lip Repair

Five things in my bedroom:
{Working from my university bedroom rather than home bedroom}
1. Nine kinds of tea
2. A top hat
3. A day-by-day shoe calendar
4. Two small stuffed toy dinosaurs
5. Rescue Remedy

Five things I’ve always wanted to do in my life:
1. Get a book published.
2. Live in a house with massive windowseats.
3. Own a really, really expensive pair of designer shoes.
4. Kick everything out of the Natural History Museum in London and then move in.
5. Be happy without having to work at it half the time.

Five things that make me very happy:
1. Tea!
2. Shoes!
3. Reading
4. The lovelylovely people I have in my life (both in real life and online)
5. Writing

Five things I’m currently into:
1. Terry Pratchett novels.
2. Staying up ridiculously late with my flatmates doing fuck all.
3. Facebook (a little tiny tiny bit)
4. The Sarah Jane Adventures - it gives me such a happy.
5. Black Books - it never gets less epic, no matter how many times you watch it.

Five things on my To-Do list:
1. Start juggling my time better so I have more time to write.
2. Find out exactly what we're doing for Halloween.
3. Do my Anti Plagiarism Tutorial (or whatever the hell they call it) and hand it in to the English AND History departments before I forget and they fine me.
4. Paint my fingernails.
5. Brush my hair. I've already been to one lecture today with it unbrushed, I should really do something about that.

Five things some people may or may not know about you:
1. I own somewhere around 70 pairs of shoes.
2. My favourite books are Pride and Prejudice and Wide Sargasso Sea.
3. I once sold Rupert Penry-Jones and his wife books.
4. I have a scar on my right foot from falling over in high heels.
5. London, Paris and Luxembourg are my favourite cities on Earth.

Five most important moments of the last year:
{I'm counting from a year ago this month. Although these are more like events than moments...}
1. Starting university.
2. Interrailing.
3. Going back to Luxembourg for the first time since my dad died.
4. Finally getting myself some therapy.
5. Finally getting to see Bellowhead live.

Five things you enjoy doing during your free time:
1. Going to the cinema.
2. Watching DVDs.
3. Going to coffee shops (either with or without people... I spend a fortune)
4. Reading.
5. Sleeping

I have nothing to eat that doesn't involve cookery... I suppose I should go and find something for lunch.

I'm off back to London today (overnight, but still): all kinds of yay! :D

xx

Hi all

In about twenty minutes I have to go off and Talk French to people, which I am all kinds of terrified about but I wanted this and asked for this so I am bloody well going to go and Talk French, or at least flail about realising that I know no French at all ever.

But I do have a headcold at the moment so at least my accent is sexy awesome.

I was really quite ill on Saturday, Sunday and half of yesterday; I fell asleep for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon and finally got my temperature down, so that was awesome. Like, Sunday night was freezing and I was casually wandering around in jeans and a vest top because my temperature was so high. Although I'm lucky I didn't get more ill, because I was wearing them to dry them because there was general Tumble Dryer Failure.

So now I am just general headcold person, and I'm going to be like this until March so I no longer mind. I think we're planning on going out tonight, so that should be fun; the other day my mum was like "do you guys ever do anything other than sitting around in the kitchen making each other ill?" (everyone in my flat is sick at the moment) and I was like "yeah, sometimes we sit around being mean to each other", but we're actually going to go out and make the general public ill now. Obviously I won't be drinking as a) I'm ill and b) I'm not eating enough to adequately line my stomach, but it should be fun nonetheless.

I had a vaguely early night last night, after accidentally goading the guys into a house-of-cards building competition (it turns out the innocent question "can you build card houses?" leads to half an hour of James obsessively trying to build one, which eventual success, and everyone else trying to build ones and failing), and then we all went into one of the uninhabited rooms on our corridor and managed to put Oli into a storage locker on top of a wardrobe.

I am still very skinny and learned yesterday there's a dress I can't wear until I put some weight back on because it gapes too much at the top (our Provost invited us to dinner... no one was going to turn down free food and snooping), but I have managed an entire carton of Covent Garden Soup for lunch, so that was impressive. *nods* Everyone in my flat is so lovely; Emily talks me into eating more food, Will made me breakfast on Saturday and sat with me for an hour while I ate it, and James came in drunk on Sunday morning and talked me into eating toast with a promise of singing and dancing (which he did do, and lo it was hilarious), so I have awesome flatmates.

I'm still feeling awesomely zen even as I struggle with My First Proper Actual Essay, so that's nice.

Right, I should go and wash up my tea mug and go and Talk French to people. Argh.

Love to all.

Afterthought: Am editing English essay at the moment, I am so not in the mood for this, I'm terrified of it. But the French thing was actually shiny and ok, so that was good. But I forgot to go to the supermarket on the way back so I'm out of milk, because Emily and I got Oli hooked on tea and he kept using my milk and now there is no milk. So I am drinking green tea, because I am Clever Like That.

Afterthought #2: While I was in the French thing, Emily made Oli go all the way down to the supermarket and buy me milk. I love my flatmates.

I am quite clearly going to have to stop drinking tea after about midnight or otherwise everything is going to end badly! I was up til 4:30 this morning with James, Will and Oli just sitting around in the kitchen doing nothing. And also I was up until 4 on Friday morning helping Emily with some stuff, so I am now feeling all kinds of groggy. Sort of like I have been run over a couple of times and then stamped on.

But I am on my first cup of [Earl Grey] tea since the [Ceylon Blue Sapphire] tea I was drinking at about 1:30 this morning.

I am also now having genuine actual issues with food, but I have dealt with this in the past and will deal with it again, and my flatmates are being really lovely about the whole thing, so the fact that I have lost slightly more weight since starting uni than I thought I had will all become fine very soon.

Had to watch Titus yesterday (and yes, I've read it now, yay me for competence) which was slightly better than I thought it would be, although I'd had enough about an hour and a half in and then there was still another hour and a half to go. Also I jumped a lot at small noises when I got back to the flat. But it was nearly worth it for Johnathan Rhys Meyers in leather trousers :D I'm just not very good at dismemberment and there's really quite a lot of dismemberment in Titus Andronicus!

Took myself to see Star Trek at the student cinema last night and I'm so glad I did; not only did I get to see it again but also I won a raffle they had automatically going on when you bought tickets, so I got another mug (no, don't help me with my tea addiction!) and a giant Prince Caspian poster and a gift certificate thing for more movies, which I feel in a very small way is the universe giving me a hug and going "you know what Jenn? Everything's going to be fine, I'd never let anything bad happen to you". So that was nice and I am still feeling very zen.

Am going to go and do some reading now, as I've got an essay to do soon and I need to pick which poem I want to write about (and possibly go and find some critical analysis on it).

Also? Merlin!

Love to all.

At about 1:30 this morning I finally remembered that whenever I come across anything new in my life, I automatically hate it and want to go home and spend the rest of my existence under a duvet, so therefore the fact that I've had enough of uni and want to go home isn't a big deal and I'll just ignore it, because it's irrelevant. This has made today much better than yesterday was! I do like being largely self-aware on top of being self-absorbed and whiny.

Had another poetry seminar this morning, in which we got to do La Belle Dame Sans Merci and Tyger Tyger among others, which was joyous. Also there was a really depressing Hardy poem but when I was talking to my mum later she was just like "imagine Jon [Boden] setting it to music, that'll cheer you up" and it was totally what I had done, so clearly she knows me far too well.

I'm going back to London next Wednesday afternoon and am coming back Thursday afternoon, the journey has cost me £80. *screams* But it will be nice to go and pick up some more Doc Martens and my winter coat, if nothing else :D Oh, and obviously see my mum and sleep in my own bed for one night.

My mum has tickets to Bellowhead tonight for her and her friend AND I DO NOT!!! I am so jealous, although she has promised to ring me mid-concert so I can listen to the epicness, and also to try and get me a t-shirt or a keyring or something. So I am using one of my Jon Boden icons *points* It is very sad, I am following their tour on facebook but they are not coming anywhere near me.

I have tomorrow off so I am going to read Titus Andronicus and stop finding new ways to avoid reading it (although I did spend a lot of last night asleep so I suppose I have that excuse) and plan my essay that's due in next week, and also go to a supermarket since I basically have a jar of pesto, a bag of pasta, some instant noodles, half a pot of yogurt and three satsumas to my name. Oh, and of course eight kinds of tea.

Right, I have Earl Grey and I'm going to go watch the next part of Emma on iplayer. *squee* I am loving this adaptation so much, seriously. Not only are Emma and Mr Knightley just... awww, but also it has so many actors and actresses I love in it! And it's witty and pretty and just made of so much win.

Love to all.

Argh, had a complete meltdown after my first English lecture this morning. I think it was meant to be inspirational but I just found it intimidating, so I came back to the flat and cried for an hour until Emily came and found me and gave me lemsip and alka seltzer and a fluffy hat to wear (she is all kinds of lovely). I am now diligently eating my way through a Covent Garden tomato & basil soup, so if nothing else I will have eaten something today and it will have contained Vitamins.

My Fresher's flu is kicking in, so I don't feel particularly great; I'm pretty sure I'm running a temperature, if nothing else, and I feel nauseous all the time. *turns up radiator*

Things I Did Yesterday Instead Of Reading Titus Andronicus:

1. Make loose-leaf tea in a teapot while wearing my new swishy dress, and then swish around in it making everyone tell me how pretty it is.
2. Watch Emily play Peggle on her laptop.
3. Help Emily and James cook stir-fry and then eat said stir-fry (mmm).
4. Play 'Cheat' with Emily, James, George and Oli.
5. Make Oli do card tricks for mine and Emily's entertainment.
6. Watch Green Wing with Emily and Oli while eating our way through lots of our sweets from the Fresher's Fair and drinking tea.
7. Read the good bits from Wetlands with Emily and Oli.
8. Watch Green Wing with Emily, Oli, Albert and Will.

Procrastination FTW.

I've got my Titus Andronicus lecture this afternoon; I'm going to read it either tomorrow or Thursday since I have fuck all to do otherwise, and I may or may not have a French class tonight seeing as how they have utterly failed to email me, so I will have to go down to the office and ask questions. I feel ok; sort of like I'm on a knife-edge and if I lean the wrong way I'll become incredibly unhappy, so I'm going to try like hell to lean the other way. Anyway, I'm sure I'll calm down and deal with all this fairly soon.

Love to all.

I have a lecture on Titus Andronicus tomorrow afternoon, so I should probably read it before then, but I have the sneaking suspicion that I won't. *sigh*

Saturday night was quite fun, we were playing a very ridiculous drinking game Will invented where you have a test tube and pass it around the table, and you pour in a little bit of whatever it is you're drinking, and the first person to spill some has to down the tube. I actually did surprisingly well given how crap I am at that kind of thing, and didn't spill any of it by the time the Jack Daniels and absinthe came into play, but still ended up far, far too drunk far too early in the evening and a lot more drunk than I meant to be. But everyone was very nice about helping me stagger around campus and getting me water and things until I'd sobered up later.

Also at like one in the morning at one college there were THE CHEEKY GIRLS. It was so fucked up and awesome. For anyone who doesn't know who The Cheeky Girls are (you lucky, lucky people) they are a very disturbing novely pop act from a few years ago, and who now do things like playing universities in tiny sequinned outfits. It was quite magic being in a crowd full of people yelling "touch my bum, this is life..."

Sunday everyone was quite hungover so I spent about three hours in the kitchen reading through my back catalogue of Bastard!Jack fic (not to blow my own trumpet, but I'd forgotten how good Whatever Pays The Wages is) until I felt less sick and made potato waffles. I watched Strictly and got a little bit weepy because mum wasn't here, and then later we all did some laundry. Also it was raining so I went for a wander around campus in my new wellies - which are amazing, I never wanted to take them off - and then we all had dinner and watched Green Wing in the kitchen.

Today was my first English seminar, which I was terrified about - anxiety dreams and all - but which was actually quite fun and I really enjoyed it! I'm so glad to be back in education again! Emily and I walked into town after that and got First Proper Day cake, and I spoke to my bank (my loan has finally come through!) and bought a lovely and utterly gratuitous dress (not a great photo, but illustrative nonetheless), which I am wearing even though it is much too cold for it.

Right, I am going to go and do massive amounts of washing up and then see if I can summon any enthusiasm for Titus Andronicus. And later I am due the next iplayer installment of Emma.

Love to all.

I was going to watch Merlin before we go out for the night, but There Is No Merlin. I'm so sad. Especially because it's the ridiculous week where Uther falls in love with a troll or whatever, and I get to imagine Arthur is having mummy!issues. Obviously he isn't, because Arthur doesn't HAVE feelings, but I shall pretend nonetheless. But there is no Merlin, so that doesn't happen til next week.

Today was my Fresher's Fair, which went ok. I signed up for many things though I can't remember what any of them were now, so I shall have to wait for them to all email me and then be like "oh, right, I did put my name down for that". Emily and I decided to sneak in the back way to the hall where it was happening and thus cut out a 50 minute queue. With hindsight we should probably have texted our flatmates and told them they could do that too, but we didn't. I now have more free sweets than I could ever need, but only four pens, which is sad :( I do have vast booklets full of discounts though which is a plus. It was quite fun and while I have many useless free things I feel I don't have nearly enough USEFUL free stuff. *sigh*

Although guess what the campus cinema is showing next Friday? Looks like it's time for Star Trek viewing number six. *squee*

And I got Will to de-spider my room so now it is not terrifying in here except all the spider relatives may Exact A Terrible Revenge.

I watched HSM3 this afternoon in the kitchen with potato waffles. It was so much shiny joy, I love it a bit too much, even if Ryan and Chad never go near each other :( *sigh* But Sharpay gets treated so badly in that film!

Right, should go as there is stuff going on tonight; there are bands and music all over campus and things.

Love to all.

I AM SO BORED.

I had to get up and go to an English thing on learning languages for the foreign literature module, which didn't really apply to me as I'm going to take either Old Norse or Anglo Saxon and they don't apply until next year, so that was pretty dull (but I felt I ought to go what with missing all my induction stuff and so on), and then I don't have anything until 3:30 when I meet my English supervisor, who I already met anyway because I went to find him yesterday due to the whole "I haven't been enrolled, oops" thing. So I came back and had lunch with James and Oli (mmm bacon sandwiches) and sat around with them for an hour, then James went to have a shower so Oli and I went snooping in each other's rooms (his was the only one I hadn't seen on our floor) and then it was now. Think I will continue work on karaokegal's birthday fic and then go pluck my eyebrows or something.

There is a spider building its web across my window (luckily on the outside). Am a bit terrified.

Last night was pretty fun; I wasn't drinking as I wasn't hungry and wasn't happy so I hadn't eaten all day and thought adding booze into the equation wasn't very sensible. But I managed to wear a shirt over a little grey dress to the disco so it was reasonably school-y and reasonably slutty :) So I just laughed at everyone else as they got increasingly drunk. Also there was a Britney Spears tribute person, which was quite fun even if we were dancing right next to six huge speakers so my ears have not thanked me this morning. Though we all came home at 1:30 and ordered pizza, so we weren't very hardcore!

I love living on a campus where there are geese and ducks and also I have found slightly diseased-looking rabbits lolloping around, it's like living in a slightly crap version of Tellytubby land...

Love to all

Afterthought: I'm very bored, so am back-tagging my entries. Found this, and my inanity made me laugh:
I had a dream last night and in it, I caught a bus with Zac Efron and then we went for afternoon tea. No, that's not a euphemism. Seriously, I have got to get better fantasies.

Afterthought #2: Right, off to see my supervisor (again). But I'll leave you with this from October 2007:
My mum and I have now coined the phrase "angry larder sex", and just need to figure out how to get it into conversation.
Needless to say, that didn't happen.

Afterthought #3: Clyde and Luke touch each other all the time. They are so squishily canon!

I'm trying to watch the new Sarah Jane Adventures and my stupid bandwidth keeps dying! I'm so sad :(

Although I have only watched about three minutes of it because it keeps stopping, Clyde and Luke have already done Manly Boy Touching. *glee* I love them so much. They are playing football together now! Oh boys.

Edit: Stupid bandwidth, it keeps dying. On the plus side our rooms are quite soundproof so no one can hear me squeeing (or, alternately, screaming "no, no, no!" every time it dies). I'm going to have to give up in a minute and try with it later.

Edit #2: Got around the stupid bandwidth by downloading the episode instead. Luke totally just looked at Clyde with a "*sigh*, oh my boyfriend" smile. It was so much joy!