My weekend
Oct. 30th, 2005 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenalcohol units 10 (wtf?), calories 6000+ (ohgod), glasses of champagne 3, white wine consumption hideous (reaction to four weeks of £2.99 Sainsbury's plonk?), hours spent on trains 9, blistering invective aimed at Hal Varian, infinite.
Have spent most of weekend on trains rereading Bridget Jones, so style of writing is bleeding into journal by osmosis. Am hoping it will wear off soon; unlike time read I Capture The Castle in two days and wrote in style of Cassandra Mortmain for a month. (Note to self: never read Samuel Pepys as will be defriended en masse and die alone and be eaten by Alsatians.)
Back in college after two days at home and is decidedly weird. The journey back was horrendous, as train crept across landscape in manner of diseased snail and made several random stops in fields for such lengths of time was driven to wonder if driver had gone for pee and fallen down well. Was obviously laden down with all the food in the universe by a tearful mother; have various types of chili chicken, kheer (no, not noxious dish colloquially known as rice pudding; as well as rice and milk, has cream and cardamon and all manner of nice things) and birthday cake. My mother's birthday was wonderful. She cried a bit after I arrived, cried a bit into her cake, but said it was the good kind of crying, cheered up over presents and champagne, and cried even more when I left Lime Street this afternoon.
She is convinced she will get fat if she keeps all the lovely food left over, so has put it in my suitcase as is presumably of no importance whether I get fat or not. I am grateful; her cooking remains spectacular and was surreal to eat it off plastic plates in college. College itself has been serenly calm in my absence (only excitement is postcard from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jessikast! thank you so much!) aside from Diwali bop at St Cross. I was missed, apparently. Love that people missed me. Perhaps I belong here now.
People who gave me music - thank you so much, I really appreciate it, and I couldn't download any of it! Stupid arsing reverse-reverse-psychology-ed laptop Loki decided to connect to the internet for no more than thirty seconds at a time, which is okay for LJ and email but not for downloads. I then decided to just rip all the CDs I didn't bring. CD drive made bizarre quadruple clicking noises and ignored all CDs in drive. Looked up manufacturer website, which was v. nice and v.helpful and said they could have it fixed in four to six weeks. Only four weeks left of Michaelmas (eeeek), so will dispatch laptop off in December.
At least, in theory; am back in college and CD drive has unaccountably fixed self. Am baffled.
Was particularly disappointed that didn't get to rip Counting Crows CDs, as was looking forward to sharing them with Wisconsin Sam, who was delighted to discover a fellow fan. Surprised, as being Counting Crows (and Indigo Girls and Goo Goo Dolls and other stuff of same ilk) fan seems to suddenly engender coolness; was previously of opinion it conferred status of Person With Painfully Unhip Music Collection. Suspect may, possibly, have thing about Wisconsin Sam; unfortunately he is all pretty and cool and um, American, and remain Painfully Unhip self with crazy hair doomed to die alone and be eaten by Alsatians.
(Um, not hair dying alone; would still be attached to said hair and so would be collective death and eating by Alsatians.)
I don't mean that exactly, but there are shocking amounts of couples about. (Ah, I appear to be sounding like myself again. Good stuff.) Claire's boyfriend is coming to vist, and Colleen's visiting with her boyfriend, and Wolfgang's girlfriend is here from Germany, there is the usual PPE gay incest going on, and Sky asked Pat out (she said no, in favour of guy she met at Mood called Adam), andjacinthsong is embarking on new romantic adventure, and am feeling oddly Singletonesque. DOOM, I tell you. Maybe I'm just too essentially boring and/or unromantic, or more likely there are a limited supply of people crazy enough to date me, and I've just exhausted them.
(If am going to be so needlessly maudlin, should perhaps not lapse back into own writing style.)
Bedtime, as must be up at eight to wash hair and then get tickets at nine from lodge for Balliol bonfire party and Hallowe'en bop. Should also do actual work and read Mill. Siiigh.
Have spent most of weekend on trains rereading Bridget Jones, so style of writing is bleeding into journal by osmosis. Am hoping it will wear off soon; unlike time read I Capture The Castle in two days and wrote in style of Cassandra Mortmain for a month. (Note to self: never read Samuel Pepys as will be defriended en masse and die alone and be eaten by Alsatians.)
Back in college after two days at home and is decidedly weird. The journey back was horrendous, as train crept across landscape in manner of diseased snail and made several random stops in fields for such lengths of time was driven to wonder if driver had gone for pee and fallen down well. Was obviously laden down with all the food in the universe by a tearful mother; have various types of chili chicken, kheer (no, not noxious dish colloquially known as rice pudding; as well as rice and milk, has cream and cardamon and all manner of nice things) and birthday cake. My mother's birthday was wonderful. She cried a bit after I arrived, cried a bit into her cake, but said it was the good kind of crying, cheered up over presents and champagne, and cried even more when I left Lime Street this afternoon.
She is convinced she will get fat if she keeps all the lovely food left over, so has put it in my suitcase as is presumably of no importance whether I get fat or not. I am grateful; her cooking remains spectacular and was surreal to eat it off plastic plates in college. College itself has been serenly calm in my absence (only excitement is postcard from
jessikast! thank you so much!) aside from Diwali bop at St Cross. I was missed, apparently. Love that people missed me. Perhaps I belong here now.People who gave me music - thank you so much, I really appreciate it, and I couldn't download any of it! Stupid arsing reverse-reverse-psychology-ed laptop Loki decided to connect to the internet for no more than thirty seconds at a time, which is okay for LJ and email but not for downloads. I then decided to just rip all the CDs I didn't bring. CD drive made bizarre quadruple clicking noises and ignored all CDs in drive. Looked up manufacturer website, which was v. nice and v.helpful and said they could have it fixed in four to six weeks. Only four weeks left of Michaelmas (eeeek), so will dispatch laptop off in December.
At least, in theory; am back in college and CD drive has unaccountably fixed self. Am baffled.
Was particularly disappointed that didn't get to rip Counting Crows CDs, as was looking forward to sharing them with Wisconsin Sam, who was delighted to discover a fellow fan. Surprised, as being Counting Crows (and Indigo Girls and Goo Goo Dolls and other stuff of same ilk) fan seems to suddenly engender coolness; was previously of opinion it conferred status of Person With Painfully Unhip Music Collection. Suspect may, possibly, have thing about Wisconsin Sam; unfortunately he is all pretty and cool and um, American, and remain Painfully Unhip self with crazy hair doomed to die alone and be eaten by Alsatians.
(Um, not hair dying alone; would still be attached to said hair and so would be collective death and eating by Alsatians.)
I don't mean that exactly, but there are shocking amounts of couples about. (Ah, I appear to be sounding like myself again. Good stuff.) Claire's boyfriend is coming to vist, and Colleen's visiting with her boyfriend, and Wolfgang's girlfriend is here from Germany, there is the usual PPE gay incest going on, and Sky asked Pat out (she said no, in favour of guy she met at Mood called Adam), and
jacinthsong is embarking on new romantic adventure, and am feeling oddly Singletonesque. DOOM, I tell you. Maybe I'm just too essentially boring and/or unromantic, or more likely there are a limited supply of people crazy enough to date me, and I've just exhausted them.(If am going to be so needlessly maudlin, should perhaps not lapse back into own writing style.)
Bedtime, as must be up at eight to wash hair and then get tickets at nine from lodge for Balliol bonfire party and Hallowe'en bop. Should also do actual work and read Mill. Siiigh.
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on 2005-10-31 12:12 am (UTC)And you're not boring! You're the opposite of boring. I can't remember what that word is, though. My brain gave up rational thought approximately three years ago and has never looked back since.
Hertford is supremely unromantic, and we have very little gossip, sadly. Or perhaps that's a good thing, I don't know. The one couple that got together in Freshers' Week have since split up. They're the only ones with anything approaching a relationship. There's a potential couple, but we're not sure who likes who and whether either of them even realise how cute they are together. Everyone else is just extremely worried about finding husbands/wives for the parenting system. My sister and I have agreed that if we can't find anyone we'll have an incestuous lesbian relationship and create enough gossip for the whole year.
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on 2005-10-31 12:20 am (UTC)I was so terribly disappointed to hear that St Hilda's don't have incestuous lesbian relationships for the parenting system. They have "sisters" instead. Blasphemy, I tell you.
(Also: your hair looks fabulous. Thought you should know.)
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on 2005-10-31 12:27 am (UTC)St Hilda's don't? That's so ... bleeuurrgh. Why ever not? We have lesbian parents here, there are more girls than boys in the year above. Actually, this year as well, come to think of it. I was considering being a single parent family, but I'm not sure I could cope with kids on my own. XD
We gatecrashed St Hilda's grounds the other night. They have a river, it's so cool.
*preens* The hair is taking some getting used to, but it's growing on me. Sadly it will go floofy again when I wash it tomorrow. Ah well. Thank you! :D
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on 2005-10-31 12:13 am (UTC)PS - am liking the Bridget Jones style!
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on 2005-10-31 02:42 am (UTC)More pie is needed.
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on 2005-10-31 01:32 pm (UTC)*nabs pie*
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on 2005-10-31 08:37 am (UTC)The film was wonderful, though. :)
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on 2005-10-31 08:43 am (UTC)Also, I need to come to Oxford. We can be singletons together.
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on 2005-10-31 01:33 pm (UTC)Yes. Yes you do. *nods* It'll be lots of fun.
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on 2005-11-02 02:26 pm (UTC)It's worse when I do it with my speaking -- if I spend too long in the company of someone with a distinctive accent or vocabulary, I unconsciously begin to imitate them. It's very embarrassing.