(no subject)
I'm not entirely sure how I haven't managed to get round to a proper post for so long; it certainly isn't as if I've been doing very much recently. My exams ended two Thursdays ago: I had six hours of exams and three fifths of a bottle of an unholy blue isotonic sports drink during the break after the first three hours. In my maths I had enough spare time to redo my graphs until they were right and to teach myself logs from the formula booklet; in the RS I made myself happy by mentioning Philip Pullman, Jack Cohen and Isaac Asimov all in one parenthetical remark, referring to cultural relativism as 'an almost quantum theory of ethics' and doing something else that I can't actually remember right now but immensely enjoyed at the time and wasn't being somewhat disappointed that I couldn't mention Heraclitus. (I also had to change pens mid-answer in the Philosophy paper because my pen abruptly stopped working and discovered afterwards, much to my amusement, that the ink inside the cartridge had bubbled.) During the break I drank aforesaid unholy blue isotonic sports drink, offered people cookies, paced up and down, snapped my fingers, did shimmying jazz hands, asked and answered questions on our entire syllabus, was told to sit down by far too many people, had Robbie pace with me (which was incredibly disconcerting) and was described by Tom as looking like a 'dancing midget Jesus'. I'm sure you can work out which of those were linked to which.
Afterwards, stripyglove, Tom and I performed a mini autopsy with what I refered to as the God Squad (namely the RS department, who are generally a rather sceptical bunch, Dr Pines disregarded; originally we were accosted by Dr Pines and Mr Ford, both of whom were wearing pale shirts and dark ties and were standing in identical positions, arms folded, side by side; I just couldn't help myself) and then stripyglove and I wandered up and into town, buying chocolate, discovering the new and rather delicious peanut butter KitKats and celebrating our new-found freedom. We wondered back down to her house, at which point I received a telephone call and went back into town to meet Caroline and her grown up sister, who is every bit as cool as I had been given reason to suspect, and I had suspected that she was very cool indeed. I hung around with them for ages and nattered about history and philosophy and literature and pirates and lots of other wonderful things and felt very happy for a variety of reasons and offered them cookies. Eventually, alas, they had to go, and after they got on their bus home I walked down the hill, bumped into stripyglove's mother and chatted with her for some time before bimbling home and having some rather delicious food.
Some things have actually happened in the intervening time, but I should go to bed because tomorrow I am getting up early because it is Father's Day and my sister is making pancakes and in the evening I am going to see Muse and will be so full of squee that it explodes out of my ears in a phantasmagorical fountain of fanboyness. Which was far more naturally alliterative inside my head. But still. Muse. Squee.
Afterwards, stripyglove, Tom and I performed a mini autopsy with what I refered to as the God Squad (namely the RS department, who are generally a rather sceptical bunch, Dr Pines disregarded; originally we were accosted by Dr Pines and Mr Ford, both of whom were wearing pale shirts and dark ties and were standing in identical positions, arms folded, side by side; I just couldn't help myself) and then stripyglove and I wandered up and into town, buying chocolate, discovering the new and rather delicious peanut butter KitKats and celebrating our new-found freedom. We wondered back down to her house, at which point I received a telephone call and went back into town to meet Caroline and her grown up sister, who is every bit as cool as I had been given reason to suspect, and I had suspected that she was very cool indeed. I hung around with them for ages and nattered about history and philosophy and literature and pirates and lots of other wonderful things and felt very happy for a variety of reasons and offered them cookies. Eventually, alas, they had to go, and after they got on their bus home I walked down the hill, bumped into stripyglove's mother and chatted with her for some time before bimbling home and having some rather delicious food.
Some things have actually happened in the intervening time, but I should go to bed because tomorrow I am getting up early because it is Father's Day and my sister is making pancakes and in the evening I am going to see Muse and will be so full of squee that it explodes out of my ears in a phantasmagorical fountain of fanboyness. Which was far more naturally alliterative inside my head. But still. Muse. Squee.