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Jan. 6th, 2008 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, I'm back in St Andrews, and excepting a couple of near death experiences, I've had a good couple of days.
Friday was a day full of good things. Okay, it began with being at the dentist, but once that horror was over ("You need to see the hygienist" "I think not" "Okay") I sped off to Liverpool and met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven which was an AWESOMELY GOOD DAY INDEED.
Mostly because day started with a breakfast at Eddie Rockets, listening to The Beatles, before running around and searching for Spock. Er, yes. Honestly. After breakfast, we wandered around somewhat before heading off to the Tate to see the Turner Exhibition. This is normally hosted in London, but due to Liverpool now being the Capital of Culture 2008 it was there, and it was free, so along we toddled.
This is an award for new artists where they hand out £25,000 to new artists. Fair enough, but the winner was a video of the artist dressed up as a bear in a Berlin art museum. No, honestly. It was crack-filled and many of the exhibits were very similar. We decided we were confused and didn't get it, but on the bright side we displayed Intellectualism.
After this, we wandered around discussing Star Trek, sci-fi, and then we searched for the Search for Spock which not one shop in Liverpool had. This is clearly a travesty.
That was a good day indeed, and I came home and frantically packed, and Simon came around to help me, which is antoher good thing. It was a good day.
Then I woke up at stupid o'clock in the morning and headed back up to St Andrews. This is never a fun journey by myself; the radio tends to conk out when I get up on the mountains and down in the valleys or the Lakes (and they say Britain has no geography) and there's only so long I can sing to myself for. This journey was even less fun, however (nearly seven hours, it took me!) because of the pretty much torrential rain. This makes driving entertaining, and even more so when you're surrounded by lorries that give up a massive amount of spray. I actually muttered the rosary to myself for pretty much the whole way around Glasgow. It was HORRIBLE.
Then I got here and ate GF crumpets and unpacked my room again before getting ratted on wine with Katie on my comfy sofas. YAY.
My exam schedule for myself involves eating very sensibly and not actively poisoning myself, because I need to be in the best health possible for my exams. As part of this sort of 'do good stuff' I got out of bed early(ish) today and had a shower and got ready to go to the library before I remembered that the library is shut today. Oh well.
I've had some very strange dreams recently. In the last two nights I've got married, bought a new car (I kept on thinking in the dream 'I don't think my overdraft will cover this...') and been chased around my one of the residents at the nursing home. I am possibly not having dreams but instead predicting the future as one of these things will definitely happen this year. (Hint: not the first two.)
Friday was a day full of good things. Okay, it began with being at the dentist, but once that horror was over ("You need to see the hygienist" "I think not" "Okay") I sped off to Liverpool and met
loneraven which was an AWESOMELY GOOD DAY INDEED.Mostly because day started with a breakfast at Eddie Rockets, listening to The Beatles, before running around and searching for Spock. Er, yes. Honestly. After breakfast, we wandered around somewhat before heading off to the Tate to see the Turner Exhibition. This is normally hosted in London, but due to Liverpool now being the Capital of Culture 2008 it was there, and it was free, so along we toddled.
This is an award for new artists where they hand out £25,000 to new artists. Fair enough, but the winner was a video of the artist dressed up as a bear in a Berlin art museum. No, honestly. It was crack-filled and many of the exhibits were very similar. We decided we were confused and didn't get it, but on the bright side we displayed Intellectualism.
After this, we wandered around discussing Star Trek, sci-fi, and then we searched for the Search for Spock which not one shop in Liverpool had. This is clearly a travesty.
That was a good day indeed, and I came home and frantically packed, and Simon came around to help me, which is antoher good thing. It was a good day.
Then I woke up at stupid o'clock in the morning and headed back up to St Andrews. This is never a fun journey by myself; the radio tends to conk out when I get up on the mountains and down in the valleys or the Lakes (and they say Britain has no geography) and there's only so long I can sing to myself for. This journey was even less fun, however (nearly seven hours, it took me!) because of the pretty much torrential rain. This makes driving entertaining, and even more so when you're surrounded by lorries that give up a massive amount of spray. I actually muttered the rosary to myself for pretty much the whole way around Glasgow. It was HORRIBLE.
Then I got here and ate GF crumpets and unpacked my room again before getting ratted on wine with Katie on my comfy sofas. YAY.
My exam schedule for myself involves eating very sensibly and not actively poisoning myself, because I need to be in the best health possible for my exams. As part of this sort of 'do good stuff' I got out of bed early(ish) today and had a shower and got ready to go to the library before I remembered that the library is shut today. Oh well.
I've had some very strange dreams recently. In the last two nights I've got married, bought a new car (I kept on thinking in the dream 'I don't think my overdraft will cover this...') and been chased around my one of the residents at the nursing home. I am possibly not having dreams but instead predicting the future as one of these things will definitely happen this year. (Hint: not the first two.)
