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Facebook status du jour: Stephanie Rudolph has received a surprise love letter.
every day, kids, every single day, i fall in love with him again.
after handing in my essay yesterday, all i wanted to do was pass out. or get drunk. or both, ha. (no, not really.) i wrote 2500wds in less than 12hrs. that was the word count minimum. went to bed at 1am. (not bad!) the next morning, went to History seminar, which was well good. came back to Cell Block, did the conclusion to my essay, and edited. at 2,802wds, it is the single longest thing i've ever written. thank god i don't have to do a dissertation! but man, did it take a lot out of me. wrote about the literary function of Zeus, Hera, Aphrodite, and Athena in the Iliad, eeek. it's only a procedural, so even if it's crap...
later in the evening, Chris and i decided to finish off my rum, about two-thirds of a bottle. Chris is keen to play Ring of Fire with everyone once more before the year ends, but he picked a bad night. the only one up for drinking with us (as ever) was Lee. (that being said, Jack, Mark, Harriet were out of town, and Dutchie and Vicki went to bed). we spent a fabulous night up talking in the kitchen. all sorts of things, the usual: WWII, alcohol, Gordon Brown, colonialism, natives, films, regionalism, etc. it was just what i needed! had a good long sleep thereafter.
woke feeling a bit icky, not hungover - just queasy. but it's alright now. in our drunken stupor, Chris and i had stayed up even longer, talking and crying over the fact that there is no July 6th. it was heartbreaking. eventually, to shut me up and stop me crying, he started rambling on and on and on about rugby, about the Lions Tour and whatever else. at first this just made me more upset because i realised how much i'd miss him rambling about sport, hearing the enthusiasm in his voice if not seeing it in his eyes. he was talking through his own tears, but after awhile, it worked - we had stopped. we're pretty good, we don't (and by 'we' i mean 'i' mostly) break down that often. i try not to let time get the better of me. but every once in awhile, it's necessary, you can't stop it. i simply have to sit and cry and cry and cry. not just about Chris, of course, but about leaving Dutchie and all of England too. it hardly bears thinking about.
this morning, a hearty breakfast, i decided i needed a bit of retail therapy. went into town (on a Saturday, what a mistake!) and stopped by all my favourite stores. picked up the necessities at Boots, lunch at Mr. Poundwich, browsed all the best clothing stores plus Accessorize. at the awesome Jane Norman (could buy half the store, the non-tacky non-flowery non-British stuff, that is) i picked up a dress that was a bit pricey, yes, and i wasn't too sure, but when i slipped it on it fit like a glove and was perfect for summer so i caved and bought it. (look at their site though, i do adore the place.) also stopped by Give the Dog a Bone, and completed my coaster collection for next year, yay. after this, was proper broke so i came back.
in a week's time, after our personal Cell Block Prison Break party, all of Goodricke is invited to the last ever Jailbreak. basically, since god knows when, the Goodricke Ents (entertainment officers, but are called Ents for some odd, Tolkien-esque reason, haha) organize a crazy night. you pay £7, and get a t-shirt that says "Goodricke Convict". then, on the evening, your mission is to run all around campus (and it's a big effing campus, trust me), trying to find the 5 'safe zones'. you have to get to them, down a shot, and run for the next one. this search mission is made harder by the fact that lots of the JCRC (like, our college's student council) are running about in t-shirts labelled "Police Officer", trying to catch you. once you're tagged, you're out. first one back gets a prize. the idea is to get all 5 shots (i assume you get stamps on your hand or something to prove it) and run back to the Goodricke nucleus for the Riot party. basically, it's one massive game of hide-and-seek with alcohol, and it sounds like wicked fun. need to get as many people involved as possible.
every day, kids, every single day, i fall in love with him again.
after handing in my essay yesterday, all i wanted to do was pass out. or get drunk. or both, ha. (no, not really.) i wrote 2500wds in less than 12hrs. that was the word count minimum. went to bed at 1am. (not bad!) the next morning, went to History seminar, which was well good. came back to Cell Block, did the conclusion to my essay, and edited. at 2,802wds, it is the single longest thing i've ever written. thank god i don't have to do a dissertation! but man, did it take a lot out of me. wrote about the literary function of Zeus, Hera, Aphrodite, and Athena in the Iliad, eeek. it's only a procedural, so even if it's crap...
later in the evening, Chris and i decided to finish off my rum, about two-thirds of a bottle. Chris is keen to play Ring of Fire with everyone once more before the year ends, but he picked a bad night. the only one up for drinking with us (as ever) was Lee. (that being said, Jack, Mark, Harriet were out of town, and Dutchie and Vicki went to bed). we spent a fabulous night up talking in the kitchen. all sorts of things, the usual: WWII, alcohol, Gordon Brown, colonialism, natives, films, regionalism, etc. it was just what i needed! had a good long sleep thereafter.
woke feeling a bit icky, not hungover - just queasy. but it's alright now. in our drunken stupor, Chris and i had stayed up even longer, talking and crying over the fact that there is no July 6th. it was heartbreaking. eventually, to shut me up and stop me crying, he started rambling on and on and on about rugby, about the Lions Tour and whatever else. at first this just made me more upset because i realised how much i'd miss him rambling about sport, hearing the enthusiasm in his voice if not seeing it in his eyes. he was talking through his own tears, but after awhile, it worked - we had stopped. we're pretty good, we don't (and by 'we' i mean 'i' mostly) break down that often. i try not to let time get the better of me. but every once in awhile, it's necessary, you can't stop it. i simply have to sit and cry and cry and cry. not just about Chris, of course, but about leaving Dutchie and all of England too. it hardly bears thinking about.
this morning, a hearty breakfast, i decided i needed a bit of retail therapy. went into town (on a Saturday, what a mistake!) and stopped by all my favourite stores. picked up the necessities at Boots, lunch at Mr. Poundwich, browsed all the best clothing stores plus Accessorize. at the awesome Jane Norman (could buy half the store, the non-tacky non-flowery non-British stuff, that is) i picked up a dress that was a bit pricey, yes, and i wasn't too sure, but when i slipped it on it fit like a glove and was perfect for summer so i caved and bought it. (look at their site though, i do adore the place.) also stopped by Give the Dog a Bone, and completed my coaster collection for next year, yay. after this, was proper broke so i came back.
in a week's time, after our personal Cell Block Prison Break party, all of Goodricke is invited to the last ever Jailbreak. basically, since god knows when, the Goodricke Ents (entertainment officers, but are called Ents for some odd, Tolkien-esque reason, haha) organize a crazy night. you pay £7, and get a t-shirt that says "Goodricke Convict". then, on the evening, your mission is to run all around campus (and it's a big effing campus, trust me), trying to find the 5 'safe zones'. you have to get to them, down a shot, and run for the next one. this search mission is made harder by the fact that lots of the JCRC (like, our college's student council) are running about in t-shirts labelled "Police Officer", trying to catch you. once you're tagged, you're out. first one back gets a prize. the idea is to get all 5 shots (i assume you get stamps on your hand or something to prove it) and run back to the Goodricke nucleus for the Riot party. basically, it's one massive game of hide-and-seek with alcohol, and it sounds like wicked fun. need to get as many people involved as possible.