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Oct. 9th, 2006 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolHello LJ! Once again, despite the best efforts of GNER, I am not dead. I rather wish I was asleep, so this might be a slightly quicker update then I was intending. (I have a long one on why Second Year History Is A Terrible Letdown And Oh Sweet Mother of Fuck I Can't Do A Single One Of The Modern Essays I Am Going To Die on the way, but we can save that fun for tomorrow.)
Anyway. Saturday was a rather enjoyable day, as they go; I had a bit of a lie-in, pottered around the kitchen minus a Simon who was putting freshers theouh their paces at an audition, and then spent much of the afternoon doing the same once Simon returned. In the evening, we went out with Simon, his housemates and some of his friends, all of whom I had at least met once before. The evening started at a tiny little noodle bar called Dojo's. I often pretend to be trendy, but I am hopelessly provincial and have never actually been for noodles before. I managed to mask my fear and cooly order some Japanese-style noodles, which were... interesting. Too gingery for my tastes, and deep-fried tofu is something I pray I will never taste again, but the meal was big and filling and it's all I ask for in a meal, really. Plus, not too pricey.
So, with that eaten, off we trooped to go to the Theatre. (This is still avec Simon's friends. I am almost sure they know my name by now. I am doing well in my position as a Cambridge Wife.) I always feel as though my life has been enriched when I go to Cambridge, let alone the sheer glory that is actually spending some time with the bloke I'm marrying. We went to see a weird comedy thing by the group that quiely launched people like John Cleese, and it was actually really quite funny. Bit silly in places, but I didn't have to think and could just sit there and quietly breathe through my mouth very subtly, which I appreciated.
So that was my night. I slept soundly and then proceeded to go home, after the train journey of death. This time, however, it's all my fault.
You see, I sort of lost my tickets. And my Young Persons Railcard. I am not writing down the amount it cost me to get home, because it is obscene and the reason I may have to go hungry for a while. It was hideously stressful, however, and combined with the misery that is generally leaving Cambridge, it was just... horrible.
Argh.
However, I am now home and have a busy and full week ahead of me, mostly filled with the horror that is desperately trying to get three essays done in the space of two weeks because I am a crazy person and have a play the week before they all go in ARGH.
Okay. I am going to go and sleep, because I have, at least, done all my tutorial reading and prepared three essay plans, two of which are actually useful. Go me! Tomorrow is laundry, reading and Tutorial Day From Hell. Lucky me!
I miss Simon. This gets harder every time and when I'm so stressed out in uni it makes it hard to remember why I stay here.
~Hathy_Col~
Anyway. Saturday was a rather enjoyable day, as they go; I had a bit of a lie-in, pottered around the kitchen minus a Simon who was putting freshers theouh their paces at an audition, and then spent much of the afternoon doing the same once Simon returned. In the evening, we went out with Simon, his housemates and some of his friends, all of whom I had at least met once before. The evening started at a tiny little noodle bar called Dojo's. I often pretend to be trendy, but I am hopelessly provincial and have never actually been for noodles before. I managed to mask my fear and cooly order some Japanese-style noodles, which were... interesting. Too gingery for my tastes, and deep-fried tofu is something I pray I will never taste again, but the meal was big and filling and it's all I ask for in a meal, really. Plus, not too pricey.
So, with that eaten, off we trooped to go to the Theatre. (This is still avec Simon's friends. I am almost sure they know my name by now. I am doing well in my position as a Cambridge Wife.) I always feel as though my life has been enriched when I go to Cambridge, let alone the sheer glory that is actually spending some time with the bloke I'm marrying. We went to see a weird comedy thing by the group that quiely launched people like John Cleese, and it was actually really quite funny. Bit silly in places, but I didn't have to think and could just sit there and quietly breathe through my mouth very subtly, which I appreciated.
So that was my night. I slept soundly and then proceeded to go home, after the train journey of death. This time, however, it's all my fault.
You see, I sort of lost my tickets. And my Young Persons Railcard. I am not writing down the amount it cost me to get home, because it is obscene and the reason I may have to go hungry for a while. It was hideously stressful, however, and combined with the misery that is generally leaving Cambridge, it was just... horrible.
Argh.
However, I am now home and have a busy and full week ahead of me, mostly filled with the horror that is desperately trying to get three essays done in the space of two weeks because I am a crazy person and have a play the week before they all go in ARGH.
Okay. I am going to go and sleep, because I have, at least, done all my tutorial reading and prepared three essay plans, two of which are actually useful. Go me! Tomorrow is laundry, reading and Tutorial Day From Hell. Lucky me!
I miss Simon. This gets harder every time and when I'm so stressed out in uni it makes it hard to remember why I stay here.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-10-09 11:38 pm (UTC)You stay there because you know it will be better in the long run. You still get to see and speak to Simon, just not as often as you'd like, whereas giving up on uni would be something you could regret for the rest of your life.
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Date: 2006-10-10 07:02 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2006-10-10 09:28 am (UTC)Laundry sounds great. I wish we could do laundry.
*hugs*
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Date: 2006-10-10 07:04 pm (UTC)BAD PLANNING ME GOSH NO.
I know that I am being pathetic and it could be so much worse. Thanks. *hugs back*