Halo

[the_woman_who]

I'm honestly still here, and alive, and in one piece. In the past few weeks, I have:

• held more babies than I have ever held before. Admittedly, I'd never held a baby at all until about four months ago. The babies in question were Ben & Lucy's Emily, and then David's nephew Harley. I've decided that other peoples' babies are great because you can make them hyperactive and then give them back to their poor, frazzled parents. Owain and Ben got Emily hopelessly overexcited, between them. 
• kept the train companies in business, as per usual. The bottom's going to fall out of the market in August or September this year.
• started listening to the radio a lot more. I usually find myself with Lady Gaga songs stuck in my head. It's awful.
• got thrown out of a museum. It was only closing time; no mad acts of debauchery.
• lost about 12 pounds since Christmas. That's not really much of an achievement, since it was around Christmas that I realised that I weighed almost 20 pounds more than I did two years ago. I miss those Exonian hills so much.
• vaguely started looking for both housing and employment in Bristol. I'm madly excited about my long-awaited return to the south-west. Things are still sickeningly lovely with the boy, and we're rapidly approaching the two-year mark.

Apart from that, there's very little happening. I'm supposed to be writing a 4,000 word essay about something I don't understand to do with abstract art and the Holocaust, an 8,000 word essay about Satan being responsible for the Holocaust, two seminar reports and ye olde dissertation which is essentially debunking theologies which base themselves too heavily on the idea that the Holocaust was unique in history.

Once I've done all that, they say I have to find a job and earn some money. I can only assume that they're all insane.

I'm generally finding undergrads to be HORRIBLY annoying. It doesn't help that I live in halls and am surrounded by them. My flatmates are sending me up the wall and halfway across the ceiling, but that's a story for another day.

There are no cows in central Manchester. I'm only saying that so I can employ my favourite LJ tag on this entry.