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Mar. 5th, 2007 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolOh, god, save us all from public transport. *is ded* When lying about why we're running late, it would help if the announcement was at least audible. Thank god my connecting bus was - quelle suprise! - also running late.
Er, yes. Moving on from that little quibble, it's been a rather lovely weekend. I say this with all due love, respect and necessary fear to my housemates and friends in St Andrews, but good lord, I hate making the journey back up here. If someone could make Cambridge and St Andrews a ten minute walk from each other, that would be good.
Er, right. So. Weekend. That was very good, though. I made the journey back with no hassle - a welcome surprise - and got into Cambridge, and gave Simon my somewhat dodgy gift of fudge doughnuts. Have I talked about fudge doughnuts before? They're amazing things of godliess that come from Fisher and Donaldson's, a local baker. They are far too good, and Simon only comes to visit because of that bakery, I'm sure. So, you know, he got me flowers a while ago, so I came bearing doughnuts. It sort of made sense, I think.
Unfortunately, I did have a horrible moment on the train. You see, I realised at approximately half way to Cambridge that I had forgotten my Pill. Erm, whoops? Cue lots of flailing and panicked text messages. Less the contraception - there's enough other ways that I know I can cope with perfectly well - but more the massive hormonal shifts. ARGH!
Anyway. Saturday was a day in which I had a brave stab at doing some work, gave up, and decided to read The Independent instead. I know it makes me pretentious, but I like the Independent. I also went to the pharmacists and had to explain my idiocy to three different people, one of whom didn't know if she could give it to me, one who clearly disapproved until I lied and said it was to regulate my hormones (sort of true) and then finally the head pharmacist, who gave me a 21-day strip without blinking. Honestly!
The evening I spent being a good Cambridge Wife and went to a concert thingy that Simon was playing in. As I will point out to anyone who will listen, he plays in good orchestras, but I have the musical appreciation of a tone-deaf limpet and as such just nod a bit and say 'er, that was good?' It was good, though. Or I enjoyed it. I then, er, got a leetle bit drunk at the bar. Well, it was a weekend!
Sunday was a lazy, wonderful day. I spent all day in bed, and spent the evening at Formal Hall, where I once again laughed at the fact Simon is in a college which has a chicken as a symbol, and then determinedly did not feel sad at all about the fact that I would be leaving tomorrow.
And today, you know, I am here. I know I don't write up my Cambridge trips very well; I'm just aware they're probably very boring to everyone else. So now, I am going to go and put in some potato wedges (they do not taste like chips - they do not taste very nice, to be honest - which means they ae okay for Lent HONEST) and maybe make a toastie, and that will do for my nutritional intake of the evening. And then I will go to bed. OH HOW I AM ROCK AND ROLL.
... posting will get good again at some point soon. If by 'good' you mean 'reflective thoughts on why I love and adore English history and the Reformation most of all'.
You probably don't. But hey, I do. I AM ROCK AND ROLL.
I wish someone was actually home. I also sort of wish the door hadn't been left unlocked, or that all the lights weren't on, but that's just my silly opinion. But no, it's better when someone else is at home; it means I have someone to talk to to stave off the feeling of loneliness that is genrall inevitable. And also the fact that the only person I've spoken to for six hours has been a bus driver.
Er, yes. Moving on from that little quibble, it's been a rather lovely weekend. I say this with all due love, respect and necessary fear to my housemates and friends in St Andrews, but good lord, I hate making the journey back up here. If someone could make Cambridge and St Andrews a ten minute walk from each other, that would be good.
Er, right. So. Weekend. That was very good, though. I made the journey back with no hassle - a welcome surprise - and got into Cambridge, and gave Simon my somewhat dodgy gift of fudge doughnuts. Have I talked about fudge doughnuts before? They're amazing things of godliess that come from Fisher and Donaldson's, a local baker. They are far too good, and Simon only comes to visit because of that bakery, I'm sure. So, you know, he got me flowers a while ago, so I came bearing doughnuts. It sort of made sense, I think.
Unfortunately, I did have a horrible moment on the train. You see, I realised at approximately half way to Cambridge that I had forgotten my Pill. Erm, whoops? Cue lots of flailing and panicked text messages. Less the contraception - there's enough other ways that I know I can cope with perfectly well - but more the massive hormonal shifts. ARGH!
Anyway. Saturday was a day in which I had a brave stab at doing some work, gave up, and decided to read The Independent instead. I know it makes me pretentious, but I like the Independent. I also went to the pharmacists and had to explain my idiocy to three different people, one of whom didn't know if she could give it to me, one who clearly disapproved until I lied and said it was to regulate my hormones (sort of true) and then finally the head pharmacist, who gave me a 21-day strip without blinking. Honestly!
The evening I spent being a good Cambridge Wife and went to a concert thingy that Simon was playing in. As I will point out to anyone who will listen, he plays in good orchestras, but I have the musical appreciation of a tone-deaf limpet and as such just nod a bit and say 'er, that was good?' It was good, though. Or I enjoyed it. I then, er, got a leetle bit drunk at the bar. Well, it was a weekend!
Sunday was a lazy, wonderful day. I spent all day in bed, and spent the evening at Formal Hall, where I once again laughed at the fact Simon is in a college which has a chicken as a symbol, and then determinedly did not feel sad at all about the fact that I would be leaving tomorrow.
And today, you know, I am here. I know I don't write up my Cambridge trips very well; I'm just aware they're probably very boring to everyone else. So now, I am going to go and put in some potato wedges (they do not taste like chips - they do not taste very nice, to be honest - which means they ae okay for Lent HONEST) and maybe make a toastie, and that will do for my nutritional intake of the evening. And then I will go to bed. OH HOW I AM ROCK AND ROLL.
... posting will get good again at some point soon. If by 'good' you mean 'reflective thoughts on why I love and adore English history and the Reformation most of all'.
You probably don't. But hey, I do. I AM ROCK AND ROLL.
I wish someone was actually home. I also sort of wish the door hadn't been left unlocked, or that all the lights weren't on, but that's just my silly opinion. But no, it's better when someone else is at home; it means I have someone to talk to to stave off the feeling of loneliness that is genrall inevitable. And also the fact that the only person I've spoken to for six hours has been a bus driver.
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Date: 2007-03-05 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-05 11:14 pm (UTC)Mainstream RADIO. Okay, late-night alternative show, but nevertheless, I felt validated as a human being!
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Date: 2007-03-05 11:51 pm (UTC)i am also rock and roll, and have the frozen broad beans to prove it.
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Date: 2007-03-06 10:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-06 10:15 am (UTC)(You must be the only person in fandom who isn't listening to her because of that
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Date: 2007-03-06 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-11 11:37 am (UTC)*Sigh* I know what you mean bout the giant hormonal shifts... Yesterday I was being all mopey to the point of nearly crying and spending most of the evening just gazing off into space. At about 10.30pm I got some more baccy, put it in my tin and went ARGHHH PILL!!! THAT'S IT!!!! (Coz I keep my current card of pills in my baccy tin, made sense to me?!*) I should add I normally take my pill around like 4pm so 6.5hrs late WHOOPS! *Sigh* oh well -_-'
*I figured it made sense to keep my pills in my baccy tin as I smoke so much per day I'd see em every time I go for a smoke and remember to take it every day lol.
Yay for Regina Spektor btw!!! ^-^ Gotta love her <3
Yeah, long bus/train journeys suck -_-
Ho hum. Happy Sunday :/
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