Stuff and nonsense.

[raven]

I am a wee bit miserable right now, for various reasons - the most obvious and er, petulant of which is that I am the only person in my flat of five-and-a-half people who had to do any actual work this weekend. Which is quite horrifically childish of me, but waaaah, it's lovely weather, and we had a picnic, and I really wanted to sit all afternoon with my friends trailing my fingers in the Isis and eating cheese, but this wasn't to be because of urgh, so much work and surely 11am on Tuesday of first is far too early for a deadline? And it's impossible to actually do any of that work when all around you people are having fun and being far too noisy about it, and no libaries are open on a Sunday for you to work in.

And the other reason is that my parents were here, dropping off some of my stuff, and I miss them. A lot. More because I've seen them, if that makes sense. And Balliol is doing a Parents' Day ("How delightfully archaic," someone commented) which sounds exactly like parents' days in Enid Blyton school stories, with strawberries and cream and cricket, and my parents were going to come and stay a couple of days and they've never visited me in Oxford before and it would've been lovely. Only when they appeared (briefly) yesterday, they said they'd been invited to a wedding that they can't get out of and they can't come after all. And of course I was very understanding and waited until after they'd gone to stamp my feet and throw things, because this always happens, there's always something, and they promised and I'm always understanding so why couldn't I have come first, this time?

(Urgh, I know I sound horrible. I am horrible. I'll get over it. At the moment I'm being charmingly passive-aggressive and refusing to help my mum pick a dress for the wedding.)

I went to the Pit last night for a party - it being the Glorious Natal Day of both slasheuse and frank_snow - and got not at all drunk but vaguely stoned (at the time I didn't think so, but I ate a lot yesterday night) and ultimately quite a lot miserable, so I went home and bemaoaned my fate a little bit, and fell asleep in a huff, if that is indeed possible. And woke up and was Productive, at least in the sense that I handed out four hundred - I counted - Cerberus leaflets, and utterly failed to do any work. There was the picnic, and then my flatmates playing a lazy game of cricket on the field in the dying light, and I gave up trying to work here and went to college carrying all my books and hating everyone.

(Yes! One paragraph down, I am still horrible!)

Okay, enough. Things that are of greatness:

1. Philosophy of mind. Utterly, utterly great. The only article I did manage to read today was called What If I Do Have Little Men Inside My Head?

2. OULES. I went to the auditions tonight, with Maria, and saw foulds at last and hid with jacinthsong at the back and read through a play featuring hungover Russians. It was marvellous.

3. remix_redux. I haven't had a chance to read much yet, including the story written for me, but my remixee redeemed a crappy evening by leaving just the loveliest comment, that made me go a bit squishy. (Which I'm reliably informed was just the qualitiative internal experience of the homunculus in my head waving Placard G in response to Input Y₁₇₈, but it makes no functional difference so never mind.)

4. Remus J. Lupin. Yes, I appreciate this is not an entirely new sentiment on my part, but Remus really is great. And there are new pics from the OotP film, and Thewlis actually looks like Remus. I can't put my finger on exactly why or how he does now, when he didn't in PoA, but oh, my, yes.

5. Baths.

Actually, baths should not go on the list. Which is not to say baths are not great, because they are. I love hot baths, they do nice things to my head, such as making me stop thinking about Life and Work and The Future^TM and start thinking about Nail Varnish and Fanfiction and Salad Dressing, and as such I crave them much in the manner of chocolate or sushi or sex, but they don't go on the list. I don't have a bath in which to take baths any more - unlike last year, when I had a bathtub but no shower, the converse now holds - and I'm actually missing the previous state of affairs.

From which I can only conclude that I'm coming perilously close to thinking far too much about things, and should probably go to bed.

Comments

[troyswann.livejournal.com]

Le Drive-By Glomp, a Glomp in Three Stanzas, by Salieri

*drives close*

*glomps!*

*drives away*

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*giggles* *smoooch*

[emily-shore.livejournal.com]

My parents aren't able to come either. They always send out the invitations far too late for overseas visitors to make plans. :(

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

That really sucks. *hugs* See you tomorrow.

[chiasmata]

Hello. Do you want to come and have dinner one night this week? Tomorrow or Thursday would work. :) Feel better, duck. x

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Hello! Unfortunately tomorrow and Thursday are not good days for me - Cerberus calling, and all of that. Which is not to mean I would not like very much to come to dinner, and other ungrammatical constructions, at some near-future point! How're you, anyway>

[pinkishmew.livejournal.com]

[sniffles] Oh, that picture of Harry and Lupin... I'm not sure how I'm going to cope when I see the film. Given that it was Cedric's father's reaction that affected me most in the last film, how am I going to cope with Harry's reaction? And Lupin's?

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know. Remus! Poor Remus. I love him entirely too much and seeing him sad will break me into tiny ickle pieces.

Drive by fic rec! (http://community.livejournal.com/remix_redux/25363.html#cutid1) I'm really enjoying it, and it strikes me as something you might enjoy.

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Our list of priorities for getting a house this went went as thus:

1. Must have three bedrooms.
2. Must have double-glazing.
3. Must have free parking within a five minute walk.
4. Must have bath.

I haven't had a bathroom with a bath for two years now. I crave them in slightly frightening ways.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

We need a support group. *jitters a little bit*

[tau_sigma]

*hugs* I'm sorry about your parents. Philosophy of Mind sounds great, though. That's the best article title ever. :)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Thank you, dear. :) And it is UTTERLY GREAT. Later on I need to share the other gems I've found in today's reading.

[absinthe-shadow.livejournal.com]

Arrrrrgghhhhh OotP Film?! I did not know! Argh! Will have to watch my woobie die onscreen!

But, um, you're right, he does look like Lupin there. Astonishing, really.


It is indeed rather miserable to have this early on - I spent a *fun* day yesterday trying to work out what French nineteenth century realism is what my tutor will *think* French nineteenth century realism is.

And, I don't think you sound horrible at all - actually you're one of the few people I know who can be upset and talk about it and *not* sound horrible. I do hope you feel better soon. *hugs*

[absinthe-shadow.livejournal.com]

Missing word: to have WORK this early on. Am suffering with ossified brain, sorry.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

He does, doesn't he! Such the woobie.

*hugs you right back* Thank you, dear. Do you want to get coffee or something this week? It would be lovely to see you.

[absinthe-shadow.livejournal.com]

Yes, so, so much. I would like. Coffee. With you.

(have just spent two hours with tutor hence incoherency)

Which day would be best for you? Friday and Sunday best for me, but can be flexible, most definitely.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

How about Friday lunchtime? Have a tute till twelve, then am free. Shall we say half twelve? Any ideas where?

[absinthe-shadow.livejournal.com]

Half twelve is perfect! I'm happy with anywhere really - all the bookshop-cafes are nice, and I must admit I usually just end up in Borders' Starbucks, but am quite happy to try somewhere more interesting if you prefer.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

How about Queen's Lane? It's probably my favourite.

[jacinthsong.livejournal.com]

We have a bath. It's a bit small, but we can surely accomodate you if you feel like a soak next time you are in these parts. I appreciate it is not quite the same.

Come to Queer Drinks tomorrow night? Comecomecome? I am desperately amassing people. Also, how nice is Maria, I bumped into her on Jowett Walk carrying a ton of library books and she said I looked tired and asked if I wanted pie. I was charmed. Don't tell her I told you that, I will die of embarassment. Also she's so pretty, oh god why do I fancy half your flat. HIIII SICK OF US MILITARY DOCUMENTS OVER HERE, PLEASE COME AND BE QUEER AND DRINK STUFF WITH ME TOMORROW.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I would like that, actually. It would not be the sort of epic Platonic bath that I am clearly subconsciously capable of, but a mini one would be nice.

Maria is a delightful human being. She and I tried to make toffee tonight and, er, failed, but we ate the failure anyway. When I first met her, I fancied her so much, oh dear. She is so very pretty. *blushes*

Cannot do QD! Am being Fannishly Indoctrinated by narahttbbs tomorrow, alas. If you keep amassing people whom I want to see I will get terribly jealous and will come the week after...

[jacinthsong.livejournal.com]

What is she indoctrinating you into? Hmph. I will see you on Wednesday, then, when I shall hopefully be better rested.

[likethesun2.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to note that there's a story in the Remix archive that I was, upon reading it, immediately 95% was yours. (That sentence was AWFUL, but it is three-thirty a.m. and I've been writing for hours and hours, I can no longer form coherent thoughts.) Anyway, having read this entry, I am now 99% sure. :)

And, for the record, I loved i. Will feedback it tomorrow, if possible.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Heeee! I agree that it's pretty obvious which story's mine, from the style but also the content, this time round. I was already planning to make a post later today offering a cookie/ficlet to anyone who guesses!