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ravenIt has taken me three days to write 879 words of a story and I haven't finished the other one I was working on; otherwise I have read no novels, left google reader entirely untouched and I haven't even looked at a newspaper. (I miss the New York Times! very much! and yet.)
Here are some things. I took my degree with honours in everything (this amused me: due to some administrative jiggery-pokery, I finished with a GPA of 4.0, this is not as impressive as it seems, really); and I had another marriage proposal. Long-time readers may remember the occasional series. This one seems to have been aborted midway, rather than progressing; according to my parents, he wanted "well-behaved, homely, fair". Shim notes one out of three ain't bad, I'm still probably not marrying him.
Also, Shim! I am in Shim's bed writing fanfic and eating grapes! Today we went to the Taruithorn strawberry party, inside because of the rain, which dripped Englishly over Christ Church most of the afternoon. By the time the sun came out, I had eaten nearly my whole weight in pavlova and lemon cake and strawberries and squishedbrightlywoven a lot. It's good to be home. It really is, if profoundly strange; Oxford is windswept and wet, as usual, and finalists are running around, and I feel terribly decrepit retelling stories of "hey, remember that time we had a party and twenty people kissed ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
osymandias", "remember time we did a play and they dropped me on my head on Wadham Chapel floor", "remember that night we drank too much white wine and spent the night on Lincoln College roof only we didn't shush don't tell the porters" in manner of cranky old person, we had better drunken orgies in our day grump grump grump. But I had a lovely time! I really did. Such good food. Shim and I brought two bottles of pink wine as our contribution (more pink than wine, as he put it) and brightlywoven claims to have not known who brought it, when she saw it on the drinks table. Clearly I've been away too long. Clearly I've spent too long not drinking in the middle of the afternoon.
Oh, Oxford! It'll always be home to me in one way or another. We walked along the path by the Isis in the evening, watched the ducks and punts slop through the water. I am feeling odd and mellow and in the middle of things. Watching Sapphire & Steel, still - it's giving me strange dreams; I said, earlier, "I really must stop watching British sci-fi from the seventies, it does my mental health no good at all", and Shim's housemate looked pleasantly bemused and murmured, "Quote of the evening" - and writing.
Still here, still here. No plans for tomorrow at all. I'm looking forward to it.
Here are some things. I took my degree with honours in everything (this amused me: due to some administrative jiggery-pokery, I finished with a GPA of 4.0, this is not as impressive as it seems, really); and I had another marriage proposal. Long-time readers may remember the occasional series. This one seems to have been aborted midway, rather than progressing; according to my parents, he wanted "well-behaved, homely, fair". Shim notes one out of three ain't bad, I'm still probably not marrying him.
Also, Shim! I am in Shim's bed writing fanfic and eating grapes! Today we went to the Taruithorn strawberry party, inside because of the rain, which dripped Englishly over Christ Church most of the afternoon. By the time the sun came out, I had eaten nearly my whole weight in pavlova and lemon cake and strawberries and squished
brightlywoven a lot. It's good to be home. It really is, if profoundly strange; Oxford is windswept and wet, as usual, and finalists are running around, and I feel terribly decrepit retelling stories of "hey, remember that time we had a party and twenty people kissed osymandias", "remember time we did a play and they dropped me on my head on Wadham Chapel floor", "remember that night we drank too much white wine and spent the night on Lincoln College roof only we didn't shush don't tell the porters" in manner of cranky old person, we had better drunken orgies in our day grump grump grump. But I had a lovely time! I really did. Such good food. Shim and I brought two bottles of pink wine as our contribution (more pink than wine, as he put it) and brightlywoven claims to have not known who brought it, when she saw it on the drinks table. Clearly I've been away too long. Clearly I've spent too long not drinking in the middle of the afternoon.Oh, Oxford! It'll always be home to me in one way or another. We walked along the path by the Isis in the evening, watched the ducks and punts slop through the water. I am feeling odd and mellow and in the middle of things. Watching Sapphire & Steel, still - it's giving me strange dreams; I said, earlier, "I really must stop watching British sci-fi from the seventies, it does my mental health no good at all", and Shim's housemate looked pleasantly bemused and murmured, "Quote of the evening" - and writing.
Still here, still here. No plans for tomorrow at all. I'm looking forward to it.
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on 2011-05-29 09:41 am (UTC)How do you feel about moving to Cambridge? I am still torn about leaving Oxford (again)...
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on 2011-05-29 02:57 pm (UTC)Congrats on the results! :)
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on 2011-06-01 09:05 pm (UTC)I did have a good time, on the whole. Anthony Head is so lovely! As is LeVar Burton, and Alex Kingston is so beautiful, omg. Also, it's so refreshing to spend the weekend among similarly minded geeks. *g*