no-one getting stuck in window through own ineptitude

[raven]

It finally dawned on me that I’m not the only one sitting at home and moping, and that there is a very obvious cure for the condition. Therefore, I had a lovely late lunch with shipperkitten today, spent chatting, catching up and comparing notes on being the last to leave. She’s going to Imperial at the start of October, living right in the centre of London, and I’m a wee bit jealous. Not much, though; she’s reading aeronautical engineering and judging from the textbooks on the subject, which rejoice in names like Advanced Applied Mathematics For Engineering and Complex Numbers Made Simple, it is not for the faint of heart. They’re the sort of hefty tomes that occasionally appear in coroners’ reports.

Before Blackwell’s, we went to get buffet pizza for lunch, but they’d run out of plates. Amusingly, this resulted in our eating it out of ice-cream bowls and having a whole day of gossip. Emily has promised to come and visit me in Oxford, and I plan to return the favour with interest. I’m still amazed that I can make a promise like this and for the first time in my life, make it as a free agent; I’m an adult. It doesn’t feel like it half the time – in Pritchard’s, we get old ladies coming in about a book they ordered and that they were served by “the young girl” – but if I walked into the sea today, the papers would talk about the death of a woman.

(I actually skipped over the entire section of the Freshers’ Guide entitled “Balliol Women” before realising hey, that’s me. But as I’m getting used to it, I think I like it.)

So I am, once again, more excited than afraid. I’m happy and heartened that all my friends seem to be settling in with disgusting ease. Colleen is settled with five house-mates and a shopping trolley, Clare has made lots of (male) friends and Hannah’s wondering why she was so worried. Talking of Hannah, Emily and I decided to attempt a 3G call to her today. It didn’t work, because her phone was on silent, but we left two video messages of ourselves giggling in the centre of Liverpool.

I also got to hear lots about Emily’s new Guide dog puppy, Quinn. She’s got him for a year, and he sounds adorable.

So that was my day, and I’m feeling quite a lot better. I’m still having writing issues, which have contributed to the blue mood, but they’re less… all-encompassing than they were. I don’t believe in muses, but I do believe in phases when everything you write just sucks. I’m having one, and it’s particularly galling because the story I am attempting to tell is a good idea, one I’m pleased with, but the execution, usually the easy part, is stifling rather than illuminating it.

Still. Bedtime, perhaps. I haven’t slept properly in days. I’d like to make just one more song request – does anyone have Mrs Robinson by the Beatles Simon and Garfunkel, oops? It’s one song I’m missing at the moment. I’m going to post another playlist of my own music tomorrow, if that would be of interest to anyone.

Also, new icon! Made sans Photoshop, but I quite like it.

Comments

[gwynnega]

You Balliol Woman, you! :-)

Oh, and "Mrs. Robinson" is by Simon & Garfunkel - and I don't have it (though I do have other Simon & Garfunkel tracks!).

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Squee! *g*

You're right, of course. No wonder I couldn't find it! :)

[tau_sigma]

Somebody called me a lady when I went bowling sometime last year ... I was shocked.

It's a lovely lovely icon. Very elegant and pretty.

Glad you're feeling somewhat better. *g*

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

It's a culture shock, isn't it? *blink*

Aww, thanks. I usually desist from using icons of me, but I liked this one.

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

If there's a Beatles cover of "Mrs. Robinson," I don't know of it, but I've sent you Simon and Garfunkel.

I'm really vicariously excited for you about going off to university. You are going to blow them away.

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

Also, I am with you on being confounded by the term "woman." Actually, I tend to freak out and go into very aggressive denial when it's applied to me, because I don't feel old enough.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much! It's definitely the one I meant, and my only defence is that it really does sound like the Beatles.

Hee! Thank you! I don't feel old enough! And I'm not old enough to be a woman, either. Quite possibly I still won't feel old enough when I'm thirty or something. :)

[shipperkitten.livejournal.com]

I wish I could actually bring myself to write something, but you always do it more eloquently. And when it's been so long that feeling of not being able to write everything down, because it's been so long.

Hmm. *Sigh*

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Hee. *loves* When you go away, you must write a bit, otherwise how will we know what a fabulous time you'll be having?

[thunderemerald.livejournal.com]

There's a new cover of "Mrs. Robinson" coming out tomorrow... by the Indigo Girls... just so you know.... ;)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh. There is a God.

[jessikast]

I don't think people going to Oxford are allowed to be jealous of anyone else.

And with the girl/lady thing: I find myself endlessly amused when I'm at work, and parents tell their bitty kids to give the book to The Lady. Hee!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Heh. Perhaps not.

I get that, too! Little kids being sent to the lady at the counter! Where do you work?

[jessikast]

At Dymocks. It's a bookshop franchise throughout Australia, with a few shops in New Zealand. (I also work at my university library, but I don't get so much respect there. On the other hand, since I'm not trying to convince people to give me money, I have more power. Bwahahaha.)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I bought some books from there in Sydney. Very much liked it.

Yay, power! :)

[amchau.livejournal.com]

I'm glad your day improved. And you are definately a woman. (For some reason, I'm more comfortable calling you a woman than calling myself a woman. I think we must be in about the same place with that.)

I tried to call you last night, but apparently you had a driving lesson and then someone was on the phone. Is tonight likely to be a better time?

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

And vice versa. Yep, we're definitely in the same place.

Yes, Pedar said you'd called; tonight will be absolutely fine. I'm not going out at all as far as I know.

[amchau.livejournal.com]

He recognised my voice? I didn't leave a name, so I thought any message might be a bit unclear. I will do my best to call you this evening, anyway.