| update lacking in pronouns, possible turning into age of sail bridget jones |
[May. 23rd, 2007|10:03 pm] |
Not been on here for a little while, won't be on again for a little while, unfortunately. But before then I shall have been to Bath, which I am excited about :). Hope all is well with all, as ever.
In brief:
- Very upset about the Cutty Sark (to the degree, ridiculously, that I almost started crying on the Tube. I'm sure there are more globally significant things I should be getting so worked up about, hey). Having read every newspaper report going, though, am now also quite optimistic about chances of restoration, especially seeing as sails, masts, lots of planking and cabinage were all safe and off-site. Holding out hope for ironwork.
- Got accepted to UCL. Chuffed. Man in interview hinted that learning of modern Danish might be required. Somewhat intimidated.
- Opened blatant spam email from someone called Ragnar on basis that it might be from a Viking. Predictably, was trying to sell me viagra. I am such a tool. |
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| norsing around |
[Mar. 6th, 2007|10:16 pm] |
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| |  daft | ] |
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| | news very serious blah blah | ] |
I just had an image of the Lewis Chessmen dancing.
It was WICKED. :D |
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| moonshine, washing liiiiiiine |
[Feb. 7th, 2007|07:45 pm] |
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| | trippy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Floyd - Julia Dream | ] |
The trouble with listening to Pink Floyd on vinyl is that you can never tell whether the needle's stuck or not. |
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| As John hym wryte3 3et more I sy3e... |
[Dec. 4th, 2006|02:43 pm] |
"When he opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of a fourth living creature call out "Come!". I looked and there was a pale green horse! It's rider's name was Death, and Hades followed with him; tey were given authority over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword, famine, and pestilence, and by the wild animals of the earth."
Revelation 6:7-8
Sir Bertilak, anyone?
I'm sure this isn't a new observation, but I was reading Revelation the other night and it struck me rather. |
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| doubleplusquickupdate |
[Oct. 10th, 2006|08:21 pm] |
The combined might of Beowulf and Sigurd could not slay the backlog of my flist. I don't know what's going on in your lives, and I do miss your lives, but there is a chance we might get broadband in the flat sometime so yay woo.
I have been to four Russian lessons and have already learnt many useful phrases, such as "Nyet, eta nyeh Moskva. Eta East Finchley" (no, this is not Moscow, this is East Finchley) and "Ya communistka. Da, eta muy narcotik" (I am a female communist. Yes, those are my narcotics). If anyone knows how to get cyrillics on LJ please do tell me, so I can show off more impressively still. Spasiba.
Saw the trailer for Casino Royale. Oh ho ho. I'm not a massive Bond fan, no more so than the average person, but this seriously looks the goods. Daniel Craig psychological!Bond, actually looks nasty for a change. Quite exciting.
Nice things lined up in the few weeks. Kate and Laura tomorrow (maybe), then min Nicholas and Holbein at the weekend, then Book Character Day at school, when me and Victoria (other Year 1 assistant) will be LONG JOHN SILVER AND HIS MATE OH YEAH then half term then Claire in London then Gogol Bordello gig. All very good.
Miss you all! Take care, and pray for the relief of my LJ withdrawl.
ETA: I forgot, I graduated too! It was a blast, I got the giggles :). Oxonians of the flist, remember to graduate! I thought it would be crap and tedious, but it was like interactive Monty Python - stupid clothes and Latin no one understands, and people getting hit on the heads with books and all sorts. What a laugh. |
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| possibly coolest event ever on London Underground |
[Aug. 29th, 2006|06:27 pm] |
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| [ | mood |
| |  timid | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nem vem que nao tem - City of God soundtrack | ] |
I was at Angel Station last night about to go down to the platforms when this guy suddenly staggered past on skis and skied down the main escalators! :D. If you've ever been to Angel, you'll know that's two pretty damn long escalators. It was great, everyone at the top was craning to see what happened, and laughing and grinning, except for the Underground guys, they were going "Oi! Oi! Stop!" to no avail at all. It was so funny. By the time I got to platform level they were feebly trying to get the public to apprehend the guy over the loudspeakers, saying "Please detain him until London Transport Police get there, oh, we CAN SEE HIM ON CCTV he's taken the skis off now, it's the bloke on Platform 3 with the big black bag!" but everyone was just laughing and congratulating the guy. I went and told him he was fucking cool, and he gave me a high five. I'm pretty sure he got on a train before the Transport police got there too, so all was well.
Am really quite scared of new housemates. They are perfectly nice and friendly, it is just me being a shy twat. If my parents flat wasn't forty minutes away on the tube I think I'd be more pragmatic about settling down, but it's so tempting to just run home. Ironic really, considering how desperately I wanted to get out when I first got back from uni. I'm looking forward to starting my job next week - mre fixed routine, less time to ponder and vegetate. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) emmy_the_cat got me out and cheered me up last night though, we went to Severance, which seriously should have been an 18. Ick. The only Russian I understood was "priviet" :(, though I could take a pretty good guess on much of the rest being "I kill you now arms-manufacturing motherfucker". Evening class, here I come. |
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| Where exactly in Who's Next do they invent the internet?!? |
[Jul. 17th, 2006|12:39 pm] |
There's a article about the Who broadcasting all their shows on the net in the T2 section of the Times today. It's not actually about the Who really, it's more an excuse to write a glib article about not very much, but one bit did raise a giggle:
"Someone in a successful band can get laid anywhere. Indeed, someone in a band can get laid anywhere, full stop...A man with a guitar need never have the trouble of taking off his own trousers again, should he so wish.
But sex is much like wealth - it has a trickle-down effect. If a lady fan cannot have sex with the lead singer, she will have the guitarist. If she can't have the guitarist, she'll have the bass player or the guy on synths. From there it;s a straight line of sex succession to the band's mates, the tour manager, the promoter, the roadies, the guy on the mixing desk, the guy on the merchandise stall, ticket touts and, finally, for the desperate, the drummer."
I have found a cake ribbon and am trying to put my hair into a queue. There may be more productive things I could be doing with my time. |
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| alors |
[Jul. 5th, 2006|11:48 pm] |
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| |  the weirdness | ] |
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| | itv punditry | ] |
A French football victory is being raucously celebrated in the streets of London. This is so surreal. |
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| I did a poll I did a poll |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|11:02 pm] |
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| |  wot no football? | ] |
Poll #758958 Poll of ye Bokes
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllHaving finished Everything Is Illuminated, what should I read now? Please do tell me why, if you like/are bored at work Ticky box? |
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| we're Beatles, Beatles in tights |
[May. 24th, 2006|02:14 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | the moooooon | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  fine | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Here Comes the Nice - Small Faces | ] |
Medieval-style stupidness + the Beatles. Seriously, my day is made.
Two words I came across today and thought were rather excellent:
westengryre - terror of the desert (Old English)
gambantein - magic wand (Old Norse)
Both of the really doom-laden exams are now out of the way and while they weren't fun I reckon neither of them are low enough that one can't be replaced by the thesis. So, bon.
Does anyone want a mix CD? I know that I owe them to Rhian and Kat already, but I will actually have time to do them from next week onwards, and there's a stack of blank CDs in my drawer looking listless. Let me know if you particularly hate any band/genre. And leave a comment (they be screened) saying how I can get it to you. |
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| Hat |
[May. 23rd, 2006|10:51 pm] |
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| |  really surprisingly perky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Like A Virgin. Even the computer's trying to turn it off. | ] |
After my exams finish, I am going to buy myself a cool black hat. Hats don't fit my head very well, but I don't care.
I had one in the first year, but some bugger ran off with it at a bop.
I can't help but fear that my life is going to get insufferably tedious after I leave this place, and the hat is a (rather materialistic, admittedly) way of fending this off. I'll work on the deeper, more spiritual tactics later. Or maybe just capitulate and get boring, but for once I feel inclined to offer a bit of resistance to that option.
I need to go to bed and read Exodus, but feel like dancing. |
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| It's nice to see how low my interest in politics has sunk |
[Apr. 27th, 2006|10:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | shocked | ] |
| [ | music |
| | DPT - Blood Thirsty Bastards | ] |
Good grief. I mean, there's the whole seductiveness of power, there's sleeping your way to the top. And then there's John Prescott.
Though apparently in the early 80s he used to share a flat with Dennis Skinner. Who would have thought it, eh.
Gems that I came across in my library jaunts today included:
The Empire Writes Back: Theory and Practice in Postcolonial Literature
Vested Interests: Cross-dressing and Cultural Anxiety
and my favourite
American Gothic: An Anthology - ed. Crow |
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