time folds
it feels really odd posting on here..
i'm just not convinced anyone will read what i write, or, maybe worried that they will.. not sure really.
anyway, as you may know from reading my dad's journal, my parents have recently visited.. a whole slew of things have happened around here in the last two weeks..
the above-mentioned (below mentioned?) assessment, the dreaded assesment finished without too much fuss. it was mostly painful beforehand.. i think it went ok. and then i had two days to rest before the mom, dad, and elizabeth arrived.. it was really good when they were here - can't think of anything that could have gone better, really.
and barcelona was great. all of our first time in spain.
matthew even learned a few lines - 'cuanto es, por favor?'... and he just said them over and over in a sillier and sillier voice on the metro, in the airport, in shops, in the street.. i pointed out how stupid it would look if we were on the london underground and the person across from us was declaring in a loud, stupid voice, over and over: 'HOW MUCH IS THIS, PLEASE?' that shut him up for approximately two minutes.
my matthew is wonderful.. he survived the meeting-the-parents quite well.. very well actually.
he's a very together-guy.
so anyway.. instead of recapping about previous days, i'll just talk about tomorrow..
and today.
i got the Art Review magazine today and remembered there's a Mike Nelson exhibition (crazy contemporary art - if you don't like art, i wouldn't bother looking him up) at the Modern Art Oxford.. so we'll be heading to oxford tomorrow.. and hoping to go to Wimbledon maybe thursday i guess.. the english player, Tim Henman (yeah, i know, learning the players names, going to wimbledon - don't worry, i'll never be a sport-person) is playing tomorrow.. but there's a london underground strike starting this evening and going for 24 hours.. so it would be hell to get there..
i've been looking for a job already - this will be my new tune.
after going to barcelona, i don't know if i can stand to do a job that doesn't atleast vaguely involve art.. i think.
maybe i should post more frequently.. maybe that would mean i wouldn't rabbit on for a gazillion pages.
anyway, i send my love to the garden-city crew. i was jealous the parents got to go back and see you guys and i couldn't.. but like i keep saying around here, when i get a job, i'll have more freedom to save and plan for my own trip to the US.. matt and are hoping to do that. really.
x
i'm just not convinced anyone will read what i write, or, maybe worried that they will.. not sure really.
anyway, as you may know from reading my dad's journal, my parents have recently visited.. a whole slew of things have happened around here in the last two weeks..
the above-mentioned (below mentioned?) assessment, the dreaded assesment finished without too much fuss. it was mostly painful beforehand.. i think it went ok. and then i had two days to rest before the mom, dad, and elizabeth arrived.. it was really good when they were here - can't think of anything that could have gone better, really.
and barcelona was great. all of our first time in spain.
matthew even learned a few lines - 'cuanto es, por favor?'... and he just said them over and over in a sillier and sillier voice on the metro, in the airport, in shops, in the street.. i pointed out how stupid it would look if we were on the london underground and the person across from us was declaring in a loud, stupid voice, over and over: 'HOW MUCH IS THIS, PLEASE?' that shut him up for approximately two minutes.
my matthew is wonderful.. he survived the meeting-the-parents quite well.. very well actually.
he's a very together-guy.
so anyway.. instead of recapping about previous days, i'll just talk about tomorrow..
and today.
i got the Art Review magazine today and remembered there's a Mike Nelson exhibition (crazy contemporary art - if you don't like art, i wouldn't bother looking him up) at the Modern Art Oxford.. so we'll be heading to oxford tomorrow.. and hoping to go to Wimbledon maybe thursday i guess.. the english player, Tim Henman (yeah, i know, learning the players names, going to wimbledon - don't worry, i'll never be a sport-person) is playing tomorrow.. but there's a london underground strike starting this evening and going for 24 hours.. so it would be hell to get there..
i've been looking for a job already - this will be my new tune.
after going to barcelona, i don't know if i can stand to do a job that doesn't atleast vaguely involve art.. i think.
maybe i should post more frequently.. maybe that would mean i wouldn't rabbit on for a gazillion pages.
anyway, i send my love to the garden-city crew. i was jealous the parents got to go back and see you guys and i couldn't.. but like i keep saying around here, when i get a job, i'll have more freedom to save and plan for my own trip to the US.. matt and are hoping to do that. really.
x