when everything's made to be broken
Oct. 24th, 2005 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo. Once again, I present my weekend in the form of interesting factoids:
Late Trains - 3
Shouting at GNER - googleplexian
Feeling bad - Small In Comparison
Wrong Burger - 1
Single Sparkly Tear of Discontent - 1
Kormas - 1
Cheese toasties - 1
Hands Sliced Making Cheese Toasties - 2 (not both mine)
Tea - Lost Count
Good Food - Too Much
Bank Balance - And Still, She Shrinks
Also, I have been to hospital. I took Katie because she is shaking violently, being on the verge of passing out, has a raving heartbeat, sees all these shiny colours and has been doing so for over 24 hours. NHS is crap, however, meaning we're all Katie-sitting until I can take her to a GP tomorrow. I knew there was a use in me having a car. However, that has nothing to do with my weekend, which, despite the less interesting list of factoids, was still rather wonderful.
Although I have rage at both the weather and British Rail. It was raining all of Friday in St Andrews, meaning I was soggy as I sat on the train, and I forgot a pen, so my careful plan to spend six hours reading up on Charlemagne was buggared. So I slept. Quite a lot.
I sleep too much.
Also, my mother phoned. We had a minor argument, of the cold sort. Can't be bothered going into it right now. This LJ post is rubbish, sorry.
Anyway, due to general train crapness, I sat at Cambridge, carefully listening and people watching. I've never appreciated that as an art form before. I listened to two students discuss being physicisists in Durham (I didn't get their names, and I was very tempted to ask them if they knew![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tau_sigma before I realised she might resent me wandering over and saying "So, I know this girl, who goes to Durham, can't describe her, but she likes Tom Baker?") while I was freezing to death in Peterborough, and I listened to people on the train - just snippets of conversation. It's amazing how much of themselves people give away when they think the strange girl in the corner with the big coat and bag is asleep.
However! I eventually made it into Cambridge, and I had been pre-warned by Simon that he might be late, as he was in London (meeting George R.R. Martin ARGH JEALOUSY) but we managed to coincide very nicely. It's all good.
I like Cambridge. *nods* It's pretty. And I remembered the way to his room! I also had to hide from Assiassins throughout the weekend. (My LJ is non-Googleable, stop panicking.) To try and explain this, Simon is an Assassin. Not an actual one, but it involves pens and fluffy attack animals and I do not properly understand this, but it all looks good fun AND PEOPLE KEPT ON TRYING TO BREAK INTO THE ROOM. Apparently this is normal, and I got into the paranoid habit of opening the door really carefully despite my somewhat hazy standing as a civilian who doesn't even attend the university. Madness.
ANYWAY.
I still like Cambridge. It's slightly terrifying during the day. Evidently, I have been spoiled by my small weeny university town, as I was forced to battle the evils of old women, bicycles and hordes of tourists just for the privilege of some butter. Although the food? Is actually better. I am quite seriously jealous. They don't have a Tescos and Sainsbury's just tastes better. Not fair, but also more expensive. I was quite amused, though, to see that Simons kitchenmate (can't think of the right term) also had his girlfriend over. That kitchen had, like, food in it in the end and EVERYTHING. Go girly influences.
So, postage. What to say about the weekend? There's very little of interest for genreral consumption, I'm afraid, since mostly we sat around for the weekend. Once again, I did a Bad Thing and stayed until Monday, which meant we were curled up in his room working for far too many hours. Strangely, though, it was comforting to have someone panicking with me over the sheer workload. First year is meant to be fun. This is false advertisement. There has to be grounds to sue, somewhere. We went to Subway out of a desperate need for food, and had a weird conversation about the music. Simon is Teh Classical Musician Type Person. I am NME's bitch. To quote:
"Yes, but why are they called the Arctic Monkeys?"
"This I do not know..."
Early morning once again, and I lo! I did go mad at the train people. I dislike the journey back to St Andrews anyway. It's the early morning, and I watch the sun rise over the plains of the Midlands whilst trying not be feel desperately lonely and hurl myself off the train and run back to Cambridge. This, naturally, would be a bad thing in the long run, and I have to sensible and Consider My Education and stuff like that, but I miss him. I miss him a lot and the weekends are wonderful, but having to leave is physically painful. As such, I was a tiny little bit on edge, and the connection was missed for the Aberdeen train.
I don't think I'd have gone quite so mental if it wasn't for the attitude of "Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause. You'll get back eventually, love."
"Right. Where's the nearest internet port so I can TELL my UNIVERSITY about this?"
"Well *rattles off long list of directions."
"Do I sound like I know Edinburgh at all?"
Eventually I went into a sort of schizophrenic "this isn't your fault but you could at least TRY TO HELP ME and SO HELP ME GOD I'M DOING A WRITTEN COMPLAINT IF I GET INTO TROUBLE ABOUT THIS."
I phoned Simon, wibbled, and made him do the internet form for me. I have food poisoning if anyone asks. I'm not best pleased about this, but needs must.
I got back eventually, and ran around handing back library books and hoping for the best on that front. I have done quite a bit of my Charlemagne essay, and I've managed to have some very tentative ideas for it. And now I need to go and work like an idiot for hours, because I have tutorial preperation and a presentation in medieval history to do and oh dear it's going to be a busy few days.
I miss Cambridge.
~Hathy_Col~
Late Trains - 3
Shouting at GNER - googleplexian
Feeling bad - Small In Comparison
Wrong Burger - 1
Single Sparkly Tear of Discontent - 1
Kormas - 1
Cheese toasties - 1
Hands Sliced Making Cheese Toasties - 2 (not both mine)
Tea - Lost Count
Good Food - Too Much
Bank Balance - And Still, She Shrinks
Also, I have been to hospital. I took Katie because she is shaking violently, being on the verge of passing out, has a raving heartbeat, sees all these shiny colours and has been doing so for over 24 hours. NHS is crap, however, meaning we're all Katie-sitting until I can take her to a GP tomorrow. I knew there was a use in me having a car. However, that has nothing to do with my weekend, which, despite the less interesting list of factoids, was still rather wonderful.
Although I have rage at both the weather and British Rail. It was raining all of Friday in St Andrews, meaning I was soggy as I sat on the train, and I forgot a pen, so my careful plan to spend six hours reading up on Charlemagne was buggared. So I slept. Quite a lot.
I sleep too much.
Also, my mother phoned. We had a minor argument, of the cold sort. Can't be bothered going into it right now. This LJ post is rubbish, sorry.
Anyway, due to general train crapness, I sat at Cambridge, carefully listening and people watching. I've never appreciated that as an art form before. I listened to two students discuss being physicisists in Durham (I didn't get their names, and I was very tempted to ask them if they knew
tau_sigma before I realised she might resent me wandering over and saying "So, I know this girl, who goes to Durham, can't describe her, but she likes Tom Baker?") while I was freezing to death in Peterborough, and I listened to people on the train - just snippets of conversation. It's amazing how much of themselves people give away when they think the strange girl in the corner with the big coat and bag is asleep.However! I eventually made it into Cambridge, and I had been pre-warned by Simon that he might be late, as he was in London (meeting George R.R. Martin ARGH JEALOUSY) but we managed to coincide very nicely. It's all good.
I like Cambridge. *nods* It's pretty. And I remembered the way to his room! I also had to hide from Assiassins throughout the weekend. (My LJ is non-Googleable, stop panicking.) To try and explain this, Simon is an Assassin. Not an actual one, but it involves pens and fluffy attack animals and I do not properly understand this, but it all looks good fun AND PEOPLE KEPT ON TRYING TO BREAK INTO THE ROOM. Apparently this is normal, and I got into the paranoid habit of opening the door really carefully despite my somewhat hazy standing as a civilian who doesn't even attend the university. Madness.
ANYWAY.
I still like Cambridge. It's slightly terrifying during the day. Evidently, I have been spoiled by my small weeny university town, as I was forced to battle the evils of old women, bicycles and hordes of tourists just for the privilege of some butter. Although the food? Is actually better. I am quite seriously jealous. They don't have a Tescos and Sainsbury's just tastes better. Not fair, but also more expensive. I was quite amused, though, to see that Simons kitchenmate (can't think of the right term) also had his girlfriend over. That kitchen had, like, food in it in the end and EVERYTHING. Go girly influences.
So, postage. What to say about the weekend? There's very little of interest for genreral consumption, I'm afraid, since mostly we sat around for the weekend. Once again, I did a Bad Thing and stayed until Monday, which meant we were curled up in his room working for far too many hours. Strangely, though, it was comforting to have someone panicking with me over the sheer workload. First year is meant to be fun. This is false advertisement. There has to be grounds to sue, somewhere. We went to Subway out of a desperate need for food, and had a weird conversation about the music. Simon is Teh Classical Musician Type Person. I am NME's bitch. To quote:
"Yes, but why are they called the Arctic Monkeys?"
"This I do not know..."
Early morning once again, and I lo! I did go mad at the train people. I dislike the journey back to St Andrews anyway. It's the early morning, and I watch the sun rise over the plains of the Midlands whilst trying not be feel desperately lonely and hurl myself off the train and run back to Cambridge. This, naturally, would be a bad thing in the long run, and I have to sensible and Consider My Education and stuff like that, but I miss him. I miss him a lot and the weekends are wonderful, but having to leave is physically painful. As such, I was a tiny little bit on edge, and the connection was missed for the Aberdeen train.
I don't think I'd have gone quite so mental if it wasn't for the attitude of "Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause. You'll get back eventually, love."
"Right. Where's the nearest internet port so I can TELL my UNIVERSITY about this?"
"Well *rattles off long list of directions."
"Do I sound like I know Edinburgh at all?"
Eventually I went into a sort of schizophrenic "this isn't your fault but you could at least TRY TO HELP ME and SO HELP ME GOD I'M DOING A WRITTEN COMPLAINT IF I GET INTO TROUBLE ABOUT THIS."
I phoned Simon, wibbled, and made him do the internet form for me. I have food poisoning if anyone asks. I'm not best pleased about this, but needs must.
I got back eventually, and ran around handing back library books and hoping for the best on that front. I have done quite a bit of my Charlemagne essay, and I've managed to have some very tentative ideas for it. And now I need to go and work like an idiot for hours, because I have tutorial preperation and a presentation in medieval history to do and oh dear it's going to be a busy few days.
I miss Cambridge.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-10-24 10:29 pm (UTC)Ha ha, I wouldn't mind you asking random people if they knew me! I'd find it quite amusing (especially at the moment, as I have gone insane), although most of my friends are probably sadly ignorant of who Tom Baker is. They don't know what they're missing...
Anyway, more *hugs* Trains are spawn of the devil. Night.
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Date: 2005-10-24 10:39 pm (UTC)And... *checks* Well, I'm off to Cambridge for a whole week for Reading Week *bounces* and then it's only four (three? maybe) weeks until the Cambridge term ends and he came come and experience the dubious pleasures of Gatty.
Ugh. Why am I typing this and not doing my HORDES AND HORDES of reading? ("Sexual Utopianism In The German Reformation." Not joking.)
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Date: 2005-10-24 10:43 pm (UTC)I don't understand Reading Week ... I thought that happened in the summer term, (or at least spring) for exams? I don't know if we have it here at all.
Read, it sounds exciting! (This from an iggerant science student...) And indeed, why am I updating when I quite obviously should be doing the work I have to hand in tomorrow?! Bad, bad Tali. Good luck with your reading! *g*
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Date: 2005-10-24 10:55 pm (UTC)It should be exciting, it should, but... it's just not. Hence my giving up and going to bed. I will enjoy it tomorrow.
In the, oh, 45 minutes I have free.
It's only two articles and two chapters! *falls down ded*
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Date: 2005-10-24 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-24 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-24 11:08 pm (UTC)We don't even have an AWOL one. It brings me pain.
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Date: 2005-10-24 11:10 pm (UTC)