novacaine for the soul
Feb. 21st, 2007 02:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolOkay. Feeling somewhat rubbish today, mostly because I had the most godawful dream involving people dying and I woke up crying a bit. And that was rubbish. Because I don't do that, normally. And blah. And I went back to bed when I got in from work, and I've been there since 9.30am and crawled out half an hour again, and absent-mindedly had a bowl of Derya's leftover Frosted Flakes, figuring that I was bored of Rice Crackles (like Rice Crispies, but cheaper!) I have only just remembered the big warning on the side saying 'Contains gluten' and I'm meant to be eating pasta tonight and ARGH.
*sighs*
I don't think it would all matter so much if yesterday hadn't been such an absolutely lovely day. Quite apart from academic ninjary, the weather turned as I was walking home from my tutorial. On a whim, I decided to go the long way home, and walked along the Scores, watched the sea by the bandstand, and then wandered onto West Sands.
How many other people can say that? How many other people get to have a university experience where they go from hotly debating whether religion affects historical writing, and then walk along a Georgian street before wandering along a beach in a town that was formed for pilgrims to celebrate the relics of one of the apostles? The weather was just amazing; the sun was setting behind some clouds that were like wisps of paint by a forgetful painter, with red and blue tinges as the sun sank into the West. I walked home the way I haven't been able to all summer; through Kinburn Park and past the fields, the way that we've all been warned not to go alone when it's dark. The weather was cool and slightly breezy, and it was lovely. And the loveliness continued, as we made pancakes and laughed and got the kitchen covered in batter. I love being in university in St Andrews; I'm so incredibly lucky and I can't wait for the summer to kick in and for me to be able to walk that long and convoluted way every day.
And now I just feel rather rubbish. So I will go through the kitchen, and I will eat something and then I will go out and feel better. I just wanted to record how awesome yesterday afternoon was and I got a bit melancholy. Sorry.
*sighs*
I don't think it would all matter so much if yesterday hadn't been such an absolutely lovely day. Quite apart from academic ninjary, the weather turned as I was walking home from my tutorial. On a whim, I decided to go the long way home, and walked along the Scores, watched the sea by the bandstand, and then wandered onto West Sands.
How many other people can say that? How many other people get to have a university experience where they go from hotly debating whether religion affects historical writing, and then walk along a Georgian street before wandering along a beach in a town that was formed for pilgrims to celebrate the relics of one of the apostles? The weather was just amazing; the sun was setting behind some clouds that were like wisps of paint by a forgetful painter, with red and blue tinges as the sun sank into the West. I walked home the way I haven't been able to all summer; through Kinburn Park and past the fields, the way that we've all been warned not to go alone when it's dark. The weather was cool and slightly breezy, and it was lovely. And the loveliness continued, as we made pancakes and laughed and got the kitchen covered in batter. I love being in university in St Andrews; I'm so incredibly lucky and I can't wait for the summer to kick in and for me to be able to walk that long and convoluted way every day.
And now I just feel rather rubbish. So I will go through the kitchen, and I will eat something and then I will go out and feel better. I just wanted to record how awesome yesterday afternoon was and I got a bit melancholy. Sorry.
