out of darkness into light
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hathycolSeems strangely appropriate, this subject title. Firstly, Happy Eid. I have no Muslims on my flist BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT. Completely forgot ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pr1ncess_sara. I am a bad person. So Happy Eid to her.
I have finished my bastarding Charlemagne essay. 2,336 words which is over 800 too many (edity edity time is soon) but the point is I have FINISHED IT. I have just completed my first essay as a University Student. I feel oddly proud.
I also feel quite alone. Derya is in Germany. Sarah and Katie are at RockSoc, and I wanted to go SO MUCH but unfortunately all I have done tonight is, in fact, finish my essay and phone my Dad to assure him that yes, I will be coming home and yes, I am vaguely sure of the way and if all else fails, head South and hope for the best.
However, there is a fireworks display on at the beach tonight. I went for a little bit and breathed in the air of my favourite type of night. I could smell and hear the sea, miles out and only visable by flickering light. The air smelt of cool nights and grass, and the eerie light of the fire and fireworks lit up little huddles of people, individual faces lit by sparklers. I was quite happy just standing by myself, breathing in the sights, but, um, people were staring. And that creeped me out a little, so I decided to head home. I have the window wide open - it's mild, so it doesn't matter - and I can see the fireworks. It's quite beautiful.
In ten minutes, I am going to edit my essay, but first things first. I'm going to do that damned sewing, for a start, and maybe some packing, and write down the instructions in clear, idiot proof ways so that I do actually make it home and Not Die in the process.
For the people who haven't quite yet realised, I may not post too often in the next week. Tomorrow I drive home and leave the car for crazy MOT type things in Ormskirk. I then get the train to Cambridge and generally pillage their library for reading week, as well as, y'know, being in Cambridge which is always a positive thing. Also going on an Expedition to seeloneraven on Thursday which makes me very happy indeed.
It's going to be a good week. I'm really looking forward to going home for a little bit, actually, and seeing Ormskirk and going through Liverpool. Oh, Liverpool! I miss you. And I get to bother Simon for a whole week (he is at his liberty to throw me out at any time, but he assures me I'm more than welcome) and I even get to see Birdy. I think some time away from uni will do me good. I think I might miss the little seaside town I've come to call home, though. I like walking by the sea every day. I like knowing where I'm going. I like having independence, and living with people I get on with, and knowing everything I do is a product of my own fate. I like being connected to hundreds of years of history - think how many people have sat in this bedroom, cooked in that kitchen, walked these streets, been educated in the same course? It's fascinating. I am, however, feeling increasinyl cluastrophobic, so a break will bring me back with renewed vigour. Possibly.
~Hathy_Col~
pr1ncess_sara. I am a bad person. So Happy Eid to her.I have finished my bastarding Charlemagne essay. 2,336 words which is over 800 too many (edity edity time is soon) but the point is I have FINISHED IT. I have just completed my first essay as a University Student. I feel oddly proud.
I also feel quite alone. Derya is in Germany. Sarah and Katie are at RockSoc, and I wanted to go SO MUCH but unfortunately all I have done tonight is, in fact, finish my essay and phone my Dad to assure him that yes, I will be coming home and yes, I am vaguely sure of the way and if all else fails, head South and hope for the best.
However, there is a fireworks display on at the beach tonight. I went for a little bit and breathed in the air of my favourite type of night. I could smell and hear the sea, miles out and only visable by flickering light. The air smelt of cool nights and grass, and the eerie light of the fire and fireworks lit up little huddles of people, individual faces lit by sparklers. I was quite happy just standing by myself, breathing in the sights, but, um, people were staring. And that creeped me out a little, so I decided to head home. I have the window wide open - it's mild, so it doesn't matter - and I can see the fireworks. It's quite beautiful.
In ten minutes, I am going to edit my essay, but first things first. I'm going to do that damned sewing, for a start, and maybe some packing, and write down the instructions in clear, idiot proof ways so that I do actually make it home and Not Die in the process.
For the people who haven't quite yet realised, I may not post too often in the next week. Tomorrow I drive home and leave the car for crazy MOT type things in Ormskirk. I then get the train to Cambridge and generally pillage their library for reading week, as well as, y'know, being in Cambridge which is always a positive thing. Also going on an Expedition to see
loneraven on Thursday which makes me very happy indeed.It's going to be a good week. I'm really looking forward to going home for a little bit, actually, and seeing Ormskirk and going through Liverpool. Oh, Liverpool! I miss you. And I get to bother Simon for a whole week (he is at his liberty to throw me out at any time, but he assures me I'm more than welcome) and I even get to see Birdy. I think some time away from uni will do me good. I think I might miss the little seaside town I've come to call home, though. I like walking by the sea every day. I like knowing where I'm going. I like having independence, and living with people I get on with, and knowing everything I do is a product of my own fate. I like being connected to hundreds of years of history - think how many people have sat in this bedroom, cooked in that kitchen, walked these streets, been educated in the same course? It's fascinating. I am, however, feeling increasinyl cluastrophobic, so a break will bring me back with renewed vigour. Possibly.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-11-03 11:04 pm (UTC)But she never updates! :(
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Date: 2005-11-03 11:20 pm (UTC)And no, she never updates. :(
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Date: 2005-11-04 08:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-04 08:54 am (UTC)But I shall be there on Thursday. And lo, for it shall be marvellous.
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Date: 2005-11-04 08:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-04 01:32 pm (UTC)*squees*
are you going to traing? the phoenix militia will back with avengeance...for the day anyway...
but you get a readning week? *pouts* we have no such luxury, and decembers exam timetables have just come out *wimpers*
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Date: 2005-11-04 09:06 pm (UTC)I want to go. But can't. Sorry.