My last entry was somewhat truncated; for a variety of reasons, and the main one of these was time management. Due to unexpected developements, the globule of my evening that I had mentally allocated to writing my journal was partially subsumed by writing a Tempest essay and some Ethics, because they in turn were stolen by something else
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At least you were not asked to write about the Gordon Riots. For which Peter Bailey's account of his own answer in "An Immaculate Mistake" was hilarious.
And of course, a little prezzie. *salutes*
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I m very glad that I didn't, because they were in the wrong country and the wrong century. That said, religious intolerence is always fun to play with...
And :DDDDDDDD. Shakespeare is a far beter hero than the big S anyway... :P
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See, for a moment, I thought you'd gained official entrance to the hallways of Oxford and got giddy, then couldn't read the rest of the sentence. Misled! Oxford! No offence to Cambridge, but Oxford's a lot more happening and also, when a cousin got into that institution, I was all relieved, because at least it meant that I wouldn't be missing another cousin's graduation from Cambridge for the 4th time.
Yes. I would consider introducing you to wank about iambic pentameter when reciting Shakespeare... but here's a funnier idea. Hamlet: The Unseen Perspective. I'm not sure about the 2 SSes squaring off, but I'll take dessert over them anyday.
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And no I'm not; it's, um, a continuation of the artistic vision inherent in this journal, because just as it represents a true-but-distorted representation of myself and my life, those images are all photographs -- taken by a camera which never lies but can be made to bend the truth in aesthetically interesting ways...
Honest.
I wish I had gained official entrance, and would love to at some point. :D I agree on the 'bridge assesment; I also prefer the course at Oxford. and two of the focus-points of my fannish idolatry have gone there, but that's got nothing to do with it.
That link is rather awesome. You must go and see Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead; and I probably could be induced, given my Sylvia Plath wankery a while ago...
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his fame spreads...
in an interesting twist of fate, I feel compelled to inform you that the Dave's Tasty Bites van is the second junk-food transporting agent I've seen housed in somebody's driveway- walking back to Bricket Wood from the Garston cinema, we hit upon an ice-cream van parked inside a padlocked driveway. who tried to climb over the wall and break in? Matt-from-Radlett, who I know simply as Matt.
alright it's not that interesting.
*shudders* people ended up drinking the Captain Morgan's and lemonade as a forfeit in the drinking game we ended up playing... so foul.
thankyou for coming at such short notice, it was fab to see you, wish you could have stayed longer though :)
xxxx
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How exactly did you come to know Matt-from Radlett who you know simply as Matt? I'm curious. :D And I still protest that it wasn't that bad... :P
Thank you for inviting me! :D Your friends are very cool, even if I can't remember any of their names (or rather, can't remember whose faces are attatched to them, apart from Anna and Camden and Matt and Cat and Flo, all of whom I get to cheat on remembering because they're easy...). :D
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originally it was because his friend Tom went out with my friend Lauren, I met him for the first time at a party some time ago and now we're drinking buddies :)
oh who could forget Anna! don't worry I'm sure you'll encounter them at later dates, and Matt's got to be one of the worst people with names in the world, so they're all used to it :p
xxxxx
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:D Matt amuses me. He and Ashely know one another too, oddly...
(Also; do you fancy coming to see Pirates of the Caribbean 3 on Friday? :D)
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Actually, this makes me think of something I stumbled across the other day ...
And now I should really go do homework, so short comment this time.
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:PPPP)
Heee. :D Those are awesome. Using calculus to find the identity of Batman is the win. :D
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Tropps. Tropp you! Tropp you all! :D :D :D
Er, yeah, that's about all of the (not-very-)constructive stuff I have to say. Hm.
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Reminds me of that little bit in Nightwatch, actually, just before everything truly hits the fan -- the bit where somebody comments that if you ask a general "Yeah, you and what army?" he can usually just point out of the window and say "That one"... :P
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Yes, I can get away with calling you both 'wee' and 'young' in the same sentance. :P
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But you're not Scottish!
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So? I am older. At least I didn't call you a dibbun...
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{ironic look}
'ewok
P.S. Ye wee young thing, ye.
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{Mags? :P}
And och, shhh you. I found myself being very amused by the number of first year students who took it as read that I was simply in the process of taking a gap year. They're all so young... :P
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