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chiasmata, which was delightful. The last time I went ice-skating was at Deeside about twelve years ago, so I did as well as you might expect. Actually, better than you might expect. Five-year-old mini-skaters zipped around me while I made slow progress and concentrated very hard on the laws of physics. I fell over exactly twice, which is about a hundred and eighty-four times less than I expected, so I chalk it up as a success.
I mention this because it was, along with some impromptu cake-baking, a significant thing of joy for the last couple of days. Another was Maria andfoulds dressing up as each other for my benefit. Yes. This is a good, good thing, for all that I found it slightly disturbing in how plausible it was. I mean, it's not exactly a surprise to me that they look somewhat alike - two terms ago they were perfectly cast as Sherlock Holmes and Holmes' (female) subconscious, and when in costume looked indistinguishable from behind - but I am now convinced that they represent the opposite ends of the gender spectrum for one person. But yes, I digress: people dressing up to cater to my whims is always of joy.
But alas, it is one of few things of joy. In an already-quite-crappy week (it's fifth week, hurrah), in which I had some unrelated angst, Balliol told me with not quite two weeks' notice that I have mock Finals at the end of next week (oh, hurrah, hurrah - questions on Ethics, International Relations, Political Theory and Descartes to Kant, have I ever mentioned how much I don't know about any of those things?), yesterday also featured Baby's First Law School Rejection and a phone call from the lovely people at the bank to say someone's cloned my card.
Re: law school, well. I wasn't expecting to get in anywhere this year anyway, but still, you have hope even if you pretend you don't, right? So that made me gloomy, and it's never good, even if you're not gloomy to start with, to be told that someone's cloned your debit card and run off with four hundred and eighty quid. AARGH. One thing that worries me a lot is that the bank noticed the odd activity, thank goodness, but rang my home number rather than here, so my parents passed along the message and got me to phone up - but they went to India bright and early this morning, and won't be back for three weeks. If the bank had noticed just one day later, they wouldn't have got in touch with me for nearly a month and I dread to think exactly what would have happened.
So, item one on today's to-do list: go to Balliol and beg them for money. I think they'll be able to give me about a hundred pounds before asking too many questions, and that should be enough to get me through the week before I get my bank card back. (At the moment, all the money I have in the world is the £22.50 I have in my wallet. Ick.)
Sigh. Right, off to be productive. I am going to Queer Cabaret tonight - I have a dress! It has ribbons! - and then tomorrow morning, at ridiculous o'clock, I'm going to Leeds withchiasmata, a thermos of coffee and an enormous tin of fairy cakes. We're going to visit biascut and glitzfrau, which should be fun! And I will try not to think too hard about the week of total suck that follows.
...yes. Also, 9000 words of fic, what? I need to do actual work some time maybe.
chiasmata, which was delightful. The last time I went ice-skating was at Deeside about twelve years ago, so I did as well as you might expect. Actually, better than you might expect. Five-year-old mini-skaters zipped around me while I made slow progress and concentrated very hard on the laws of physics. I fell over exactly twice, which is about a hundred and eighty-four times less than I expected, so I chalk it up as a success. I mention this because it was, along with some impromptu cake-baking, a significant thing of joy for the last couple of days. Another was Maria and
foulds dressing up as each other for my benefit. Yes. This is a good, good thing, for all that I found it slightly disturbing in how plausible it was. I mean, it's not exactly a surprise to me that they look somewhat alike - two terms ago they were perfectly cast as Sherlock Holmes and Holmes' (female) subconscious, and when in costume looked indistinguishable from behind - but I am now convinced that they represent the opposite ends of the gender spectrum for one person. But yes, I digress: people dressing up to cater to my whims is always of joy.But alas, it is one of few things of joy. In an already-quite-crappy week (it's fifth week, hurrah), in which I had some unrelated angst, Balliol told me with not quite two weeks' notice that I have mock Finals at the end of next week (oh, hurrah, hurrah - questions on Ethics, International Relations, Political Theory and Descartes to Kant, have I ever mentioned how much I don't know about any of those things?), yesterday also featured Baby's First Law School Rejection and a phone call from the lovely people at the bank to say someone's cloned my card.
Re: law school, well. I wasn't expecting to get in anywhere this year anyway, but still, you have hope even if you pretend you don't, right? So that made me gloomy, and it's never good, even if you're not gloomy to start with, to be told that someone's cloned your debit card and run off with four hundred and eighty quid. AARGH. One thing that worries me a lot is that the bank noticed the odd activity, thank goodness, but rang my home number rather than here, so my parents passed along the message and got me to phone up - but they went to India bright and early this morning, and won't be back for three weeks. If the bank had noticed just one day later, they wouldn't have got in touch with me for nearly a month and I dread to think exactly what would have happened.
So, item one on today's to-do list: go to Balliol and beg them for money. I think they'll be able to give me about a hundred pounds before asking too many questions, and that should be enough to get me through the week before I get my bank card back. (At the moment, all the money I have in the world is the £22.50 I have in my wallet. Ick.)
Sigh. Right, off to be productive. I am going to Queer Cabaret tonight - I have a dress! It has ribbons! - and then tomorrow morning, at ridiculous o'clock, I'm going to Leeds with
chiasmata, a thermos of coffee and an enormous tin of fairy cakes. We're going to visit biascut and glitzfrau, which should be fun! And I will try not to think too hard about the week of total suck that follows....yes. Also, 9000 words of fic, what? I need to do actual work some time maybe.
