and to hold you tonight
Nov. 9th, 2005 04:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI lose at essay preparation. I lose at effectively handing in my essays in the right fucking pigeonhole. I lose at writing even a thousand words on NaNo. I lose at sleeping for less than twelve hours in a day.
I do, however, completely win at life.
Now, whilst I could leave this post as suitably cryptic and go and do useful stuff like, say, my essay preperation and a list of stuff for Simon to take out of the library (he's well-trained, bless) I have decided to actually do, um, a post. I haven't been able to get near a computer (well, I have, but it would be rude) but I have been doing Useful Stuff. Cooking, mostly, in the faintly hysterical manner of my mother when presented with a sub-standard kitchen. The fact I managed to do a complete curry, with naan bread, with two hobs and a toaster will remain my crowning moment of pride in the kitchen for quite possibly the rest of my life. I fully suspect I am terrifying the guy who shares Simon's kitchen, becuse there are crazy things in the fridge. By this I mean there's more than the ingredients for a cheese toastie and beer. I am scary. I know this. I have also done some reading, much to everyone's surprise. The reading is A Song Of Ice And Fire however, and triumphantly declaring that Twyin Lannister reminds me of Cosimo d'Medici is not, I suspect, the point of reading week.
Still, though.
Anyway. I am safe and well in Cambridge. I am extraordinarily happy, as I am spending my days lazing around, cooking merrily, and going back to bed when Simon goes to lectures. Despite the fact I will be doing nothing but flailing stupidly next week about money and food and essays not done, I am happy now. I didn't even panic *that* much when I recieved an e-mail from my tutor saying she hadn't got my essay, which leads me to believe I put it in the wrong place BUT I WILL BE DAMNED IF I SAY THAT DAMNED I SAY. I am happy now, though. Going to Oxford tomorrow to visit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven, me_and and amchau so that shall also be most fun, yes.
I am hungry and also wanting a cup of tea. I wonder if it's sfe to venture into the kitchen? I am now somewhat wary of the neighbour. For the last few days I've been safe going to and from the showe rin naught but a towel, but to nmy habit of crawling out of bed at about 11.45am, but this morning I came back into the little alcove, and boom! Neighbour opens the door wide and proceeds to almost shut it again whilst trying to have a very awkward conversation with me whilst fixedly staring at my face. I was wearing a towel and a very modest one, but really. So now I am avoiding him until he can clear the memory of me in a stripey towel.
People here probably think I am provincial, and nuts, but I do not care.
Have we mentioned that I'm happy and content at the moment?
(and for my next post: everything I've written thus far on NaNo! Be afraid.)
~Hathy_Col~
I do, however, completely win at life.
Now, whilst I could leave this post as suitably cryptic and go and do useful stuff like, say, my essay preperation and a list of stuff for Simon to take out of the library (he's well-trained, bless) I have decided to actually do, um, a post. I haven't been able to get near a computer (well, I have, but it would be rude) but I have been doing Useful Stuff. Cooking, mostly, in the faintly hysterical manner of my mother when presented with a sub-standard kitchen. The fact I managed to do a complete curry, with naan bread, with two hobs and a toaster will remain my crowning moment of pride in the kitchen for quite possibly the rest of my life. I fully suspect I am terrifying the guy who shares Simon's kitchen, becuse there are crazy things in the fridge. By this I mean there's more than the ingredients for a cheese toastie and beer. I am scary. I know this. I have also done some reading, much to everyone's surprise. The reading is A Song Of Ice And Fire however, and triumphantly declaring that Twyin Lannister reminds me of Cosimo d'Medici is not, I suspect, the point of reading week.
Still, though.
Anyway. I am safe and well in Cambridge. I am extraordinarily happy, as I am spending my days lazing around, cooking merrily, and going back to bed when Simon goes to lectures. Despite the fact I will be doing nothing but flailing stupidly next week about money and food and essays not done, I am happy now. I didn't even panic *that* much when I recieved an e-mail from my tutor saying she hadn't got my essay, which leads me to believe I put it in the wrong place BUT I WILL BE DAMNED IF I SAY THAT DAMNED I SAY. I am happy now, though. Going to Oxford tomorrow to visit
loneraven, me_and and amchau so that shall also be most fun, yes.I am hungry and also wanting a cup of tea. I wonder if it's sfe to venture into the kitchen? I am now somewhat wary of the neighbour. For the last few days I've been safe going to and from the showe rin naught but a towel, but to nmy habit of crawling out of bed at about 11.45am, but this morning I came back into the little alcove, and boom! Neighbour opens the door wide and proceeds to almost shut it again whilst trying to have a very awkward conversation with me whilst fixedly staring at my face. I was wearing a towel and a very modest one, but really. So now I am avoiding him until he can clear the memory of me in a stripey towel.
People here probably think I am provincial, and nuts, but I do not care.
Have we mentioned that I'm happy and content at the moment?
(and for my next post: everything I've written thus far on NaNo! Be afraid.)
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-11-09 10:41 pm (UTC)*is unsure*
Yes, he says, basically, we'll be at Gloucester Green (well, George Street) at 3.30pm.
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