yuletide; and other things

I am wearing jeans, brown Timberland boots, a red t-shirt, a green jumper, sparkly spangly scarf and a red velvet scrunchie. I do not own a full-length mirror. I look like a Christmas tree.

...hey, yuletide! Let's talk about that. My assignment didn't change during the snafu, which I was initially disappointed about - I mean, sure, I can do the assignment, but I wasn't feeling the squee. And then I went for a wander through the city and turned it over in my head a bit, and it all crystallised and made sense and yes, yes, I am feeling that squee right now.

( my letter to my yuletide author )

I'm glad I have a vague idea about that, anyway. I need to finish my ds_team_angst story tonight, or else risk not finishing it at all. It needs about two paragraphs to finish, and has done for a week and a half, because of the COLD WAR, OMG.

Speaking of which, my tutor has gone to a wedding. Sigh. No tute on hundreds of years of twentieth century history for me, then. So I didn't do much of anything today other than enjoy the weather, which is utterly glorious. It's cold, snap-in-the-air cold, and clear and beautiful, like ice. My absolute favourite type of weather, so I got out of bed in the morning, went to a Cold War lecture (I hate these lectures - they always tell me lots of things that are very interesting and useful twenty-four hours AFTER I needed to know), tried to go back to bed, failed. I went for a run instead, down by the river. The waters are still low enough for me to run my usual route, and the weather is so perfect and cold that I wish I could have done it forever. I couldn't, of course; having not run in weeks, because I am a lazy bum, my lungs complained after a while, but it was lovely.

Last night, jacinthsong appeared with her entire body weight in kitchenware, and we made - well, she made; lizzwig and foulds and I sat and made helpful noises - apple fritters, which are rings of apple, deep-fried. Mmm. I also had cupcakes, and Lizzie asked specifically for After Eights, for reasons that should be very clear, and wine. (Which took two attempts to buy - the first time they said nooooooo. Woe. I am twenty, I said! I am a twenty-year-old woman whose driving licence has been LOST by the DVLA, please give me alcohol - but they wouldn't. Woe.)

And then, muchly sugared, we watched most of season two of Slings & Arrows, and after a while Maria came to ask if anyone wanted vodka, mint and elderflower (answer: yes!) and a punnet of hazelnuts from the market, and my friends are awesome, really. We watched people doing Shakespeare and cracked nuts, like real groundlings. We are so cool. And damn, once again, I love this show. I love, love Geoffrey and the kids' production of Macbeth. An eight-year-old saying: "I don't understand life. It just goes on and on with no purpose." Argh. Love. And I never noticed before, but when Lady Macbeth disperses the guests at the banquet after Banquo's ghost appears, one of them says, "What, no dessert?" It's adorable.

In the morning, my room looked like a bomb had hit it, but it was so much fun. So much fun, even though I'm now very sleepy indeed and need to read Hume.

Oh, and. The lovely people at LSAC (note sarcasm) tell me that LSAT scores are released "approximately three weeks" after the test date. Three weeks after my test date is tomorrow. Oh, woe. I happened to meet the lovely slasheuse and her lovely mum in Starbucks this afternoon, and they were very cheering about it.

But still. Woe.

Anyway! Hume! And maybe writing, later. I am so rock 'n' roll.

oh no.

More than one person has come up to me today and said, "Iona, have you seen this week's Cherwell cartoon?"

Each time, I said, "No, what's it of?"

And then they all grinned and said something to the effect of, well, just go and look at it.

So, just now I remembered and went into the kitchen to fetch my copy.

( oh dear god, I am CURSED )

Taken with my crappy camera, so not a great pic, but I trust the full horror is mostly undiluted. Oh, dear.