There were fireworks tonight, the most brilliant display I've ever seen. The moment I heard the first explosions I literally jumped up and ran to Iain's room, grabbing his hand before he even had time to put on his coat, and the two of us sprinted down Trumpington Street and stood on the pavement, watching them light up the Fitzwilliam Musem ( Read more... )

Life is exhilarating, exhausting. I have five-six hours of timetabled work a day and about the same of essays, translations, practical criticisms, composition and reading. Yesterday afternoon I was trying to finish a Greek Literature essay which had to be in for 4.30, and had almost finished when Word decided to close itself down, corrupt my file, ( Read more... )

(my addressIf you want to send me anything I can guarantee a reply - much more so than if you emailled. The last week has been so wonderfully, terrifyingly frenetic I've barely had time to do the things I need to do, let alone come near a computer. (Expect updates to be sporadic at the very least.) But I've always adored writing letters, and it'll ( Read more... )

I realised to my horror this morning that my Accommodation Agreement, in which I sign that I won't bring drugs/weapons/cats/kettles into my room, was meant to have been sent to the Bursar by Tuesday. I rang her in panic, and she told me breezily to "just put it on my desk in the morning."

Fuck!! I'm going. No amount of anticipation has prepared me ( Read more... )

Last night I had a huge fight with my parents. At around 10pm I suddenly got a burst of energy and began trying to pack things into the old trunk I'm taking - blankets, kitchen things, battery charger; all ugly asymmetrical shapes that wouldn't fit together, and I'd just watched Iris and was in a strange melancholic mood and getting more and more ( Read more... )

I'm interminably restless, but it's a futile kind of energy, not enough to put to any good use. Like I'm waiting for life to start again, and passing from moment to moment in the meantime, seizing upon any little thing that I find beautiful just to have something to concentrate on. I'm so dreadfully unfocussed my attention span is even shorter than ( Read more... )

So I'm back in Leicester again, for the first time since I left school. I couldn't sleep at all yesterday morning, couldn't bear the thought of missing those last few hours with Alex - but in the end I was so caught up in the act of leaving (I don't like leaving people, but I've always loved leaving places) it didn't emotionally hit me until after ( Read more... )

It's strange - I spend almost a third of my life at work, and for some reason it never gets a mention in this journal. Obviously I wouldn't want to bore you daily with doyouknowwhatshesaid?s, but the idea that all this time is so wasted and meaningless it has no place in my assembled thoughts is even more depressing. Right now, however, I feel more ( Read more... )

Going too long between posts again, and the longer I leave it the harder it is to just sit down and write because there's so much I could mention, until it becomes an effort to start typing. Which is ridiculous, because I'm not doing it for anybody but me ( Read more... )

So ends our last weekend together ... and we didn't even spend it all together, as I had to travel up to Oxford yesterday for the Student Cross recruitment meeting. It wasn't entirely fruitless - I managed to talk them into letting me redesign the website for them, (which is currently unmentionably bad) and I met a couple of Cambridge ( Read more... )