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I've been terribly miserable for most of the day, a feeling compounded by a mild hangover, a ridiculous amount of reading, a few emo issues from last night, my complete inability to understand anomalous monism and I don't know, general ennui, but no longer. Various things have cheered me up since, most significant among them a good wail down the phone at my mum. My mum is in, of all places, Windermere - on Friday afternoon she rang me up to say she was sick of cooking. And cleaning. And general medicine. (It should be noted that my mum is a GP.) I said, "Is this something I should be worrying about?"
No, she said, she wanted to go away for the weekend. Why, I wanted to know, does she always have these bright ideas on the Friday of the week before?
She was unrepentant. So on Friday night I duly made a lot of phone calls, yelled at a lot of people, my mother very much included, and on Saturday my parents were duly installed in a very pretty hotel on the shores of Lake Windermere. I'm kind of glad it worked out, as they're having a lovely time, and both my parents together took turns being forcibly cheery while I wailed, and did, eventually cheer me up.
As did an unexpected discovery - anon meme love! I took the opportunity to spread more love. It is needed. I don't know why, but the general mood is quite low and that might be part of the reason I'm not feeling great.
I don't know why, because last night was good fun. The Alchemist's Ball, Balliol's first black-tie ball in twenty-five years and the reason I missed Doctor Who for the fourth week running, really was something of an extravaganza. They put up marquees in the garden quad, with large coloured lights turning everything pink, purple and green, and there were bubbles and pretty dresses and lots of dancing. They had the Oxford Gargoyles (a capella, utterly marvellous) and the Donut Kings (big band, lots of trumpets, also marvellous) playing and I can't dance, but Ben can, and it's surprisingly easy to swing dance when you're wearing a floaty dress with flowers and your partner is sufficiently enthusiastic. We whirled and twirled and dipped and Pat and I flirted shamelessly and fell about laughing at the end.
(Oh, and there was an open bar. Sigh.)
Anyway. Tomorrow I have to do a quite ridiculous amount of work, so I need to go bed and stop moping about, it's the middle of the night. But. Also all about the happy-making, I've been listening all night to music from RENT, and feel the need to make all of you listen to it too. This is seven minutes of pure joy, download and listen, do:
La Vie Boheme
To fruits, to no absolutes / to Absolut / to choice / To the Village Voice / to any passing fad / To being an us for once ... instead of a them!
Share and enjoy!
No, she said, she wanted to go away for the weekend. Why, I wanted to know, does she always have these bright ideas on the Friday of the week before?
She was unrepentant. So on Friday night I duly made a lot of phone calls, yelled at a lot of people, my mother very much included, and on Saturday my parents were duly installed in a very pretty hotel on the shores of Lake Windermere. I'm kind of glad it worked out, as they're having a lovely time, and both my parents together took turns being forcibly cheery while I wailed, and did, eventually cheer me up.
As did an unexpected discovery - anon meme love! I took the opportunity to spread more love. It is needed. I don't know why, but the general mood is quite low and that might be part of the reason I'm not feeling great.
I don't know why, because last night was good fun. The Alchemist's Ball, Balliol's first black-tie ball in twenty-five years and the reason I missed Doctor Who for the fourth week running, really was something of an extravaganza. They put up marquees in the garden quad, with large coloured lights turning everything pink, purple and green, and there were bubbles and pretty dresses and lots of dancing. They had the Oxford Gargoyles (a capella, utterly marvellous) and the Donut Kings (big band, lots of trumpets, also marvellous) playing and I can't dance, but Ben can, and it's surprisingly easy to swing dance when you're wearing a floaty dress with flowers and your partner is sufficiently enthusiastic. We whirled and twirled and dipped and Pat and I flirted shamelessly and fell about laughing at the end.
(Oh, and there was an open bar. Sigh.)
Anyway. Tomorrow I have to do a quite ridiculous amount of work, so I need to go bed and stop moping about, it's the middle of the night. But. Also all about the happy-making, I've been listening all night to music from RENT, and feel the need to make all of you listen to it too. This is seven minutes of pure joy, download and listen, do:
La Vie Boheme
To fruits, to no absolutes / to Absolut / to choice / To the Village Voice / to any passing fad / To being an us for once ... instead of a them!
Share and enjoy!