the winter here is cold, and bitter

[raven]

And life keeps on going on. Today was bizarrely and comfortingly normal. I cleared the glasses and bottles and associated debris out of my room, having been decisively woken up by the fire alarm, and sat having breakfast looking out over the frosted field. I went out into a sparkling, freezing morning and walked down to college, and checked my post. The Erdinger glass that I couldn't stop thinking about is stil outside college's front door, filled with even more flowers and appropriately, notes of drink orders. The Balliol flag was flying at half-mast, and a picture of it, I believe, is going to be the cover of this week's OxStu; it hasn't been published yet, but Sam, Claire's friend-whom-I-have-longstanding-ridiculous-crush-on, is news editor this term and came over last night looking for an opinion focus group on exactly how they should deal with the story. From what he's said, it sounds like they're dealing with it tastefully and well, and I rather thought the picture of the flag rather than of the man himself was a nice, subtle thing to do.

I broke an egg on the way back and when I got in Pat and Liya were running very late for lectures. It was normal. I went to the JCR in the middle of the day to be met by Ben, who looked up and sans greeting, said, "Iona, what's a medieval male accoutrement to the nether regions?"

"Codpiece?" I suggested, and sat down with him and worked through the rest of the Guardian crossword, like we always do.

Tonight, the weather forecast is for thick snow. Which normally I would be very happy about. But Pedar was supposed to be coming down to London tomorrow, and I was going to meet him, and there are weather warnings up north, no non-essential travel is advised, and now it doesn't look like he can come. And I'm so irrationally disappointed I'm very tempted to walk around kicking things and saying "fuck!" a lot. I wanted to see him. I really wanted to get out of here. And, if anyone can remember that far back, I came back from the States after Christmas without anything I took with me, and the airline didn't deliver the goods before I came back down south. Pedar was supposed to come the weekend of my birthday to see me and bring some of my stuff, but he couldn't come, and he was supposed to come tomorrow, and now he can't come. But actually I don't really care that I've been wearing the same clothes for five weeks or whatever, I just really wanted to see him. It was the bright spot, because I'm dreading this weekend, it's going to be so lonely - Pat's mum's coming to visit, Claire and Liya are both going home - and I have an essay, as usual, and too much other work and everyone and everything is sad and it's so cold and I'm... urrrrrrgh.

Whine whine whiiiiiiine. Things could be so much worse for me right now. But I'm kind of sick of things sucking anyway. And obviously is no one's fault that there's snow, there's just... snow. But I really want to see my family right now, and just, fuck.

Guess I'll go and bake cookies or something and try not to mope. And definitely no more drinking for a while - appparently between us we got through four bottles of wine and one of vodka, which doesn't sound like that much but took six people about two hours to drink, which probably isn't a good thing - and perhaps no more sugar either, but I'd choose eating sugar straight out of the packet as a justifiable alternative to moping. Boooo.

Comments

[jacinthsong.livejournal.com]

Ben, who looked up and sans greeting, said, "Iona, what's a medieval male accoutrement to the nether regions?"
Hee! I just worked through that with the reprobates. Including about ten minutes of agonising over the one we thought was "highly ineffective" and was in fact "highly infective". WTF GUARDIAN, NOT A WORD.

Um, oh god, I'm talking about crosswords on the internet, kill me.

Want me to come over and work with you on Saturday/Sunday? I am not Pedar, but have shitloads of macro and companiable bitching about work helps me a lot sometimes. If not, come to the Pit in the evening? *hug*

Glad the papers are being tasteful; I was worrying about that. OxGoss seems to have been miraculously, thankfully restrained too.

[jacinthsong.livejournal.com]

"helps me a lot" = "it may also work for you" not "INDULGE ME BITCH". Yes.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Crosswords = love. I haven't concentrated on anything for more than ten minutes lately except that crossword.

I'm not sure about Saturday/Sunday daytime - let me get back to you on that, but Pit in the evening a resounding YES. I need to get of here.

Thankfully both OxStu and Cherwell news editors are in my year at Balliol; they can be counted on. I was worried about OxGoss too, though.

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

Have some more HUGS

I need to venture out at 8am this morning and I've got no way of finding out what the roads are like till I see them (we're fine here, but our little hamlet has a climate all of its own).

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the hugs. I need 'em. :)

[outintherain.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

This is rather random, but it cheered me up this morning :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Ack. YouTube is down! Thank you for the hugs. :)

[outintherain.livejournal.com]

Aww darn... is it back up now?

Turns out my Uni did this last semester and I missed it! D'oh!

[the-acrobat.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
Your snow made our national news!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Seriously? British snow or Oxford snow? And was it a slow news-day? *g*