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1. My flatmates are talking again, which never stops being of the good. I'm still spending a lot of time out, but still. They seem to have made up over the last couple of days, while I was alternately in the library, moping in coffee shops and sprawled on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jacinthsong's bed. Which I seem to do a lot.
2. Claire, upon seeing me wander into her room armed with books, paper, pens, keys, two pillows and the red blanket off my bed: "Are you planning to be cold?"
"Yes!" I said. "As a matter of fact, I was planning to be cold."
Why is it so cold, I ask you? There was sunshine at the beginning of Trinity, but then - RAIN. Rain, rain, more rain. There reached a point where I was sure I hadn't been properly dry in days. I did a short piece for Cherwell on "whatever happened to rhe weather?", which they returned on the grounds that it's still raining so can you make it feature-length, please. I complied. But it used to be warm beneath the water, and now it's just... not. The BBC tells me it's currently six degrees, which, okay, isn't that cold, but we have no heating on the grounds that it's, er, almost June. The temperature inside is six degrees. Pat is sending a very rude email to the Domestic Bursar, and in the meantime we all wander round the flat with blankets on our shoulders in manner of WW2 evacuees.
3. While I was writing the above, Claire again, standing at my door holding a large, squashed, and very dusty chocolate muffin: "Look what I found under my bed."
Ewwww.
4. Speaking of which - well, speaking of chocolate - why is it impossible to get dark chocolate in Oxford? I've been craving it for a while now, mostly because Maria has made the startling disovery that VAT is not levied on cooking chocolate, and thus you can buy oodles of it for less than a pound and take student joy in cocoa solids. All I wanted was one, lunchtime bar of dark chocolate - didn't Cadbury's used to do Bournville bars? - but such a thing is apparently just not possible, unless you want lots of it or, indeed, want to cook with it.
5. DOCTOR WHO. Okay, so I've missed most of it this year, and haven't been all that bothered - I thought it wasn't fab, though Martha is quite good - butjacinthsong made me watch The Lazarus Experiment, and Human Nature, and I have just watched The Shakespeare Code, and oh, oh, Doctor.
( spoilers for EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD EVER )
Yes, I have huge enormous Martha love. She is GREAT. And no-one told me she had a myspace! (Naturally, you are all fired.) It is also great. It's like Eurovision crackfic, but canon! Love.
Actually, I think I'd just forgotten why I like the show so much. Yes, it's silly a lot of the time. But it's the Doctor, and it's David Tennant, and yes. It is deserving of love and obsessive fangirling.
I babble. See me babble. I am going to bed yes.
jacinthsong's bed. Which I seem to do a lot. 2. Claire, upon seeing me wander into her room armed with books, paper, pens, keys, two pillows and the red blanket off my bed: "Are you planning to be cold?"
"Yes!" I said. "As a matter of fact, I was planning to be cold."
Why is it so cold, I ask you? There was sunshine at the beginning of Trinity, but then - RAIN. Rain, rain, more rain. There reached a point where I was sure I hadn't been properly dry in days. I did a short piece for Cherwell on "whatever happened to rhe weather?", which they returned on the grounds that it's still raining so can you make it feature-length, please. I complied. But it used to be warm beneath the water, and now it's just... not. The BBC tells me it's currently six degrees, which, okay, isn't that cold, but we have no heating on the grounds that it's, er, almost June. The temperature inside is six degrees. Pat is sending a very rude email to the Domestic Bursar, and in the meantime we all wander round the flat with blankets on our shoulders in manner of WW2 evacuees.
3. While I was writing the above, Claire again, standing at my door holding a large, squashed, and very dusty chocolate muffin: "Look what I found under my bed."
Ewwww.
4. Speaking of which - well, speaking of chocolate - why is it impossible to get dark chocolate in Oxford? I've been craving it for a while now, mostly because Maria has made the startling disovery that VAT is not levied on cooking chocolate, and thus you can buy oodles of it for less than a pound and take student joy in cocoa solids. All I wanted was one, lunchtime bar of dark chocolate - didn't Cadbury's used to do Bournville bars? - but such a thing is apparently just not possible, unless you want lots of it or, indeed, want to cook with it.
5. DOCTOR WHO. Okay, so I've missed most of it this year, and haven't been all that bothered - I thought it wasn't fab, though Martha is quite good - but
jacinthsong made me watch The Lazarus Experiment, and Human Nature, and I have just watched The Shakespeare Code, and oh, oh, Doctor.( spoilers for EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD EVER )
Yes, I have huge enormous Martha love. She is GREAT. And no-one told me she had a myspace! (Naturally, you are all fired.) It is also great. It's like Eurovision crackfic, but canon! Love.
Actually, I think I'd just forgotten why I like the show so much. Yes, it's silly a lot of the time. But it's the Doctor, and it's David Tennant, and yes. It is deserving of love and obsessive fangirling.
I babble. See me babble. I am going to bed yes.
