Etoile Filante

It takes one to know one...

2007-06-15T16:35:17Z

Fromm, in the art of being: (For self analysis) it may be helpful to focus around life goals, such as overcoming greed, alienation ... necrophilia.

Right there, in the middle of a list of sane things. WTF? This is like reading Jung (I think it was) and suddenly coming across something like "Such as the fatherland needing her fuhrer, which Germany now has in the form of our glorious leader...." So obviously I should alter my life goals; I obviously must be repressing my necrophiliac urges because I've never needed to overcome them. *tries to keep straight face*

Why are academic psychology books so often completely insane when you least expect it? ;) Oh, I get it. See subject.

How to move: Switch landladies, stay in same building, move down one flight of stairs.

2007-02-21T15:43:46Z

I have somewhere to live in a few days now, and it's very easy - I'm moving downstairs, into the flat the woman downstairs bought off Cathy, and we bonded over how rubbish Cathy is. Apparently, when this woman (Vanda) bought it, Cathy had done something like try and clean the bath with caustic soda, which as Vanda said "made it look like someone had tried to eat it." Cathy covered this over with towels, the surveyor didn't notice, Cathy is a complete cow. Anyway, the flat downstairs- is much better even that our flat now. Because when we moved in, we thought it looks nice, but you know, we didn't know nothing worked and Cathy would be such a nightmare, and it is a bit clinical...I think we just didn't notice at first after living in halls. Vanda used to live downstairs when someone else was renting this flat, and it was just them in the block, so they left their doors open and wandered in and out. She came up to see our flat, and the rubbish proportioning was explained...apparently, they took half of it out to make entrance for the flat they built up in the roof. Apparently, my room used to be the bathroom. This will make sense later, I'll take some pictures of the flat and put them up, when you see the size of the bathroom now...

Anyway, flat downstairs: So, so so nice. She's leaving anything we want; she's moved back in with her mum (messy divorce). She even offered us linen?!? It's just more...homey. And sized properly. The bathroom downstairs is three times the size, and has a window and everything, instead of just lights that randomly flicker on and off when they feel like it. And she's got like, really nice old heavy wardrobes and all, and, the bathroom and fitted within the next week kitchen are brand new, along with the appliances. And- she is the funniest landlady ever. She's never rented before apparently, so she hasn't got a clue and just told us to do whatever:
Us: What about a contract? - Vanda: Oh, just write whatever you want and I'll sign it.
Us: How much rent? Vanda: How much you paying now? We told her, and she said oh, no, and wants less.
Us: Deposit? - Vanda: Oh I can't be bothered, you've lived here long enough and not destroyed it, I lived under you for a few months so I'd know, and I'm not precious about it, I want you to feel like it's home...you know, don't think "oh my god we've burnt the carpet", just tell me and I'll deal with it, it doesn't matter. Same with anything you break and stuff.
Us: Yeah, we won't have wild raucous parties...
Vanda: No, no! This flat was like paradise when I was here and I still love it just too many memories, I want you to have fun too, please have parties in it the flat deserves it, the noise travels less because I did things to soundproof this one, and I can't believe it's only single glazed upstairs, this is double so that'll stop a lot of noise...no, have dinner parties, random student parties, burn the carpet and enjoy yourselves in it, I like you girls.
Us: Er....ok.

Best. Landlady. Ever. She was also just generally mad, she was going on about my desk when we brought her into ours, and how she found one just like it and don't I love it, and how she always felt like on our floor looking out of the window she'd fall out and wanted to skirt round the walls (er, flat downstairs has a balcony, this one has a window...how would she fall?!?) and she doesn't care how long we take it for, or anything really, and if the kitchen still isn't fitted by when we move in next week (she keeps being messed around. She designed one then they wouldn't deliver or something; we know this is true, we watched her arguing with a truck driver b/c he couldn't get in the gate) she said we can't possibly pay her rent until it's done. And you know, we could easily live seeing as we have a microwave and could just eat crap uni food until it's done. We mostly needed somewhere to live. She also went on about a beautiful mirror she had on this wall, but then she dropped it, broke it, and "nearly severed" her finger. Um. Cathy randomly showed up wanting something, and obviously, her assumption was I can fuck you around as much as I want b/c I know I've left you in a difficult situation so you've got nowhere to go. Obviously, she thought right, so I'll say I'm kicking them out then in case I sell it, and if I don't, they'll have to stay paying me rent. So, she just casually said "Oh, so I haven't sold the flat so I guess you're staying." "No, actually, we're moving downstairs". "What?!? Oh...what, into Vandas? Why?" So.many.reasons. Did she seriously think we'd carry on putting up with her shit? I haven't met someone I dislike so much in so long. And she comes from Romford, not many good things are associated with there in my life. I'm just sick of her - ask her one thing, which we have hardly done (we gave up), but when we were moving in, it was ask her to do one thing she should have anyway, and you get a long stream of "how it isn't my fault". You're the landlady, yes it is. Also, we're leaving the flat cleaner than when we moved in, since she hadn't bothered, so she can fuck herself if she thinks she's getting out of giving us the deposit back after everything that's happened. The flat hasn't even had an offer. She hadn't sold it in the 8 months between tenants when we moved in out of last minute desperation (remember, how we ignored it and went surfing instead?). So at least we know we won't get noise from upstairs ;)

I want to move into the new flat now. So does gem. Quite funny, b/c we were all sad and didn't want to leave, but because we're still together, the flat is better we're going to, and we're in the same building, it's just...good. I'm tired of this place. 7 days and I get a normal sized bedroom back instead of a fucking cupboard. And it's all pretty, and I get to have a double bed again. Going home to the king sized has been killing me. Also, I can sleep better now. A bit of the overwhelming stress has been solved, so I'm not up thinking about hanging myself at 4am. Things are more bearable.

Looking for somewhere to live.

2006-06-16T12:36:04Z

Sometimes, you can just read ads and think, there is something horribly wrong with this. Like this one. Ok, 2 double bedroom and all that, £200 per week? Prize on move in? PRIZE? That immediately makes me both think (1) NO WAY. (2) To book a viewing out of curiosity to see how bad it is ;)

Moving

2006-06-09T14:55:43Z

I hate moving SO MUCH. I have too much stuff. The more I pack, the room continues to look like there's lots more. I didn't bring it all this year, wtf? How is there so much of it? It's hot, I don't want to pack. My dad was due at 9 to pick my stuff up tonight. I just called and said you know, this won't all fit in. And he's now coming 2 hours earlier, leaving me less time. HOW DOES THAT HELP? He's coming back tomorrow. There's no way I can get all this in.

I went to reception and had a go at them; the lift in my stairwell has been broken for most of the year. And they didn't fix it. I want to use the bloody trolleys, I do not want to have to carry all this stuff piece by piece b/c my dad has a habit of parking on the far side of campus. They said they'd open the fire door between our flat and kings, b/c my halls are on a slope, I'm on floor 1, kings is on ground, so this would aid the trolley thing. If not, you know those green emergency door release things? That say break glass to open door? If I just did that b/c I don't care any more, would that set the fire alarm off? B/c this is Roehampton, them saying they might probably either means no or they'll forget.

I am seriously considering just paying a moving company to do it all moving into the flat next time I move, in about 2 months (probably- haven't found it yet.) This is dumb as it's obviously not a lot, but it damn well looks like a lot and I just...ugh. Why can't I just burn everything?!?

(I'm due out tomorrow at 10am. I can't procrastinate this as much as I really, really wish I could.)

Revision. And then more.

2006-05-26T15:34:05Z

I think my health lecturer, boring as she seems, may actually have a sense of humour. I am going through recommended articles desperately as her lecture notes are so poor it's unbelievable, she puts up a load of diagrams then makes sure to talk in monotone for two hours so you come out none the wiser as you fall asleep. I have actually fully fallen asleep in her class once.

Articles I'm using on trauma appear to all want to be about the London bombings. Other titles include "Is smoking really killing anybody?" Which is one she went on about in class, basically b/c she smokes, and case study of pain treatment in severe burns; I don't have to use this but gem is; apparently it's full of stuff about how people were screaming and begging to die. Lovely.

Also, a very major book I need - Not in public libraries either Havering or Wandsworth, and the uni has two copies- one is out, the other is in the short loan collection, but I bet if I waste time going there, it won't be, because the uni will have "lost" it as they seem to so many books I need. Or they will blame flooding, that happened last year. Or something.

And as I have been working all day, my cat has proceeded to go between sitting by me, climbing on me until I push her off, then laying by me giving me her best "stupid human" look.

So, anyone with notes to help towards essays (for unrevealed exams, so very broadly) on cognition, emotion and post-traumatic stress (from a health psych perspective preferably, but I can still use it...) or Steven Johnson's Character styles for CTR2, much appreciated. Got all my other ones covered. (Obviously, I have the actual lecture notes from the course myself, in case revising is frying your brain.) I remain jealous of everyone whose uni spreads out their exams like woah, because my uni always has them all one day after another somehow. Then kicks you out of halls, so you have to worry about moving the same time.

11 days and I shall be free! (well, apart from the worrying post exams, but feh.)

I wish your body was not so warm to me...

2006-05-25T19:14:12Z

Dear anyone who ever told me things can get better: You underestimate my ability to further complicate my life constantly.

I am so confused. Just, generally. About almost everything.

That's it.

Sigh.

2006-05-25T13:41:45Z

I have 5 days until my first exam next Tuesday. I have 24 long journal articles to read, make sense of and memorise. I have reams of notes I can't get into my head. I have too many other things to worry about. And then to top it all off, all the strike action might mean it's all fucked up for nothing anyway. (Yes, I see the point in those of you who are supposed to be graduating being more stressed, and sympathise, but at the same time I have to progress, not just get my final stuff marked in these conditions, and it might carry on.) However, glad to see I'm not the only one pissed off with the NUS. I have yet to find somewhere to live and my mum is encouraging me to start moving my stuff home. This is slightly deliberate though so we don't pay rent until later if we move in later. But in the meantime, we haven't sorted out what we're doing about anything, or bought airfare in case we need the money for the flat.

I am waiting for something to be delivered here that's due today. I woke up to a note in the kitchen, thus: ~~Susan is not going back to uni tomorrow~~ Gone for blood test.
So, what? Turns out the day I had that thing due before I got one of my lovely, helpful friends to print off two copies, fill in the submission form with all the codes I gave her and give it in, they thought I was going back. It was a warning to my dad not to wake me up and piss me off.

So, you're waiting for a delivery. You're half dressed. The doorbell rings. You're the only person in. You fall over getting into your jeans, and run down to answer the door. "Hello, I'm here to talk about the good news..." ARRRGH! My cat freaked out b/c she is odd and doesn't like being outside on her own, and I'd left her there ten minutes earlier. She runs like hell past the woman and up the stairs. I am playing "Sex dwarf" very loudly in the background. Oh well. I got rid of her, walked upstairs only to find my cat, who loves denim, laying on the jeans I was customising before the doorbell rang, curled up but looking at me from one eye. This is her "I'm asleep now, please don't move me!" look. Bloody hell.

Suppose I should do some work instead.

What? Help?

2006-05-22T16:16:29Z

From my module booklet: Remember very different skills are needed for writing a good practice report as compared to the usual academic essay. Your struggles in leaving the standard model of academic writing to embrace this new approach may well provide good source material for you to reflect on in your work. Dealing with uncertainty, doubt, anxiety and lack of apparent structure are often what using the situated approach is fundamentally about.

They're right, there is no guidance on WHAT THE HELL THEY WANT.

*head desk*

ETA: Anyone over hearing me will think I've got tourettes, as I keep staring at the blank page and screaming fuck (very quietly).

ETA 2: This whole thing is philosophically based. I'm not sure which, but either this is so far making me sound like a genius or a complete nut case...funny how that happens, eh? I mean, I just wrote about "the shadow of an emotion" aiding empathy...????

However, as the guy marking this is MAD he'll probably think I'm a genius, so it's fine. As long as I never show this to anyone.

ETA 3: Proof of Madness: Actually enjoying writing this now I get where I'm going with it. I get to write about the imaginal next. WOOO! (ok, but I'd still prefer it wasn't due in, I'm just enjoying writing the first part about all these random things we've done exercises on in class, and our experiences and what they meant to us and to link them to all this philosophical stuff....should read my last bit, something about being in the passion... btw, my notes say intellectualisms= Lack of imagination, Madness = swamped in it. So I know I'm mad..)

Only about 1689 Words to go.

dirty_starlight @ 2006-05-19T23:10:00

2006-05-19T22:04:36Z

*Screams at everything*

dirty_starlight @ 2006-05-16T23:47:00

2006-05-16T22:41:29Z

Dear America:

I am in a really fucking bad mood, I've had a shit day, and my preferred coping method is sleep. Yes it's early. I don't care, as it's past noise curfew, not that it usually bothers me this much but I just want to sleep.

I do NOT appreciate the sounds of what must be all Americans on campus running up and down my hallway shrieking, then knocking on kyles door. By "knocking", I meant KICKING HIS DOOR FOR TEN MINUTES LIKE THE COCKSUCKERS THEY ARE and screaming his name. Now, I opened my window half hour ago as I was literally so hot I was near fainting. I hadn't before as I'm aware you're more likely to get to sleep and stay asleep despite baking with it shut; due to general asshats running around at 3am, as they like doing.

Guess what? I heard all the Americans and some of my other freshers go down and outside- they are now shouting at each other drunkenly outside my window about HOW FUNNY IT IS BECAUSE HE WASN'T EVEN THERE! HA! Yes, I can hear them with the windows shut, they are that loud.

They have now done this for 15 minutes. Please take them all back immediately.

Very fucked off,

Suz.

[ETA: Oh wait, they're back inside and shouting at each other while playing loud music! I think I'm going to end up killing myself just to get away from all the bastards that seem to roam this earth. All my problems today have been a direct result of people around me being complete arseholes. Ah, friends, gotta love them...]

Current way of coping with work

2006-05-12T21:04:12Z

I have just been incredibly...guh today. So, I started off with one, then moved onto the other. Guess which I'm drinking trying to do my work? Because critiques of dissonance theory are that interesting. But, also, just hatred of Freshers sitting outside with nothing to do so running around in sun playing football and generally doing things that look like fun. And the fact they're noisy while doing it, thus annoying me further. And now it's night they're still running around outside. Bah.

I want to go home but I don't. I want to be with people then they annoy me. Exam season is under way. Enquiries about my dissertation will be answered soon, seeing as no one can steal anything now the forms were in at 12 noon ;) (Gauri, I think you should tell me yours now...I'll find out anyway now, I know, we've got the same supervisor and we'll probably have some group supervision...but I'm impatient. Also, it's now very likely yours is very like mine/ same subject area, but I'm sorted for what I'm doing so don't worry).

Hmm. This is just procrastination isn't it? Damn.

Lyrics to set the mood

2006-05-09T12:45:05Z

Do you worry about your health
Do you watch it slowly change
And when you listen to yourself, does it feel like somebody else
And did you notice when you began to disappear
Was it slowly at first
Until there was nobody really there
Increment by increment
Increment by increment
Increment by increment

- British Sea Power

Age makes no difference till you open your mouth,
Use your time just to work things out,
I know that you can't understand,
When I tell you that this wasn't planned,
And so it saddens me to say,
I'm only happy when I move away

I am young and I am lost,
Every sentence has its cost,
I am young and I am lost,
You react to my riposte

We look out upon the sea

We look out upon the sea,
The coast is always changing,
We'll take the train out to the sea,
My heart is always changing

- Maximo Park

Help?

2006-05-03T23:41:40Z

Everyone? Any help? got a message about angelundone (dying_for_death), Garage Username was zombie_82, Jackie.

"Police at Basingstoke are appealing for information about a young woman who has been missing since last week.

Jacqueline Windsor, 24, was last seen by her mother on Wednesday (April 12) when she dropped her off at her home in Eastrop Way at about 7pm.

Jackie was seen at the day centre at 11.20 she attends in Vyne Road on thursday (April 13).

Jackie has mental health issues and suffers from epilepsy. She requires regular medication which she does not have with her.

Jackie is described as:
# White
# 5ft 7ins tall
# Heavy build
# Spotty complexion
# With brown shoulder length hair with purple ends, usually tied back
# Wears glasses
# Tattoo on right arm (heart shaped)
# Usually carries black shoulder bag

Anyone with information is urged to contact Basingstoke Police on 0845 045 45 45 or the anonymous Crimestoppers line on 0800 555 111."

Things can be very random...(long but probably worth it to see how weird my life can be).

2006-05-01T20:18:59Z

I have done absolutely nothing I was supposed to today. This may be a good thing considering the week ahead of me. I have spent parts of today thinking too much and crying, then I got over it. For a while before I was like that again. I've been listening to this song on and off all day. I blame Will for blasting a metal version of it across the hall at me. Got it stuck in my head; I know it well; my sister used to play it when I was little. My parents phoned when I sent my mum a text about what I did yesterday; they wanted to know how long it was open for the kids. I told them I did think about calling to take them; but figured being Sunday Dave would have them. Apparently, they are both ill and covered in huge red spots and all...but they've had chickenpox, so wtf? All a bit worrying. My sister's called a doctor to come out (it'll be ages, god bless the NHS); and my mum used to be a nurse and has no idea.

So the past few days Gem, Sarah that's not stabby and I have been looking for something to wear for the cabaret act. This has been hilarious, as we have looked 2 days in a row finding nothing we could stomach (it has to be pink. tried shopping with two lesbians for pink, short, skirty dress things?) So, mostly, it was just hearing each other across the fitting room. I could hear gem shrieking with laughter, so I asked her what was up. She revealed herself in a short pink fluffy skirt. The same happened when we all put that one on. I just couldn't stop laughing. I shouted to gem "My god, I haven't worn anything like this since forced to at 6" and all you could hear was the three of us laughing. Every time one of us saw ourselves in the mirror, we'd start laughing helplessly. At one point, I was slouched against the wall of the fitting room, clutching my sides, laughing hysterically at a particularly bad skirt that looked like a tutu. We gave up on everything, unable to keep a straight face, and assuring the puzzled guy working on the fitting rooms I needed the clothes for a joke and we did not want to look that bad normally. The next day, gem and I went out to look again. This time I heard laughing, with her shrieking in between "I look like a mermaid!" I was supposed to go look again today, but luckily, as I didn't, gem phoned. She'd driven home to look; I was supposed to go home to Romford to look for us. She's found something, she's bought me one and bringing it back. I can't wait to see how hideous it is. It is also now 19 days to the summer ball. Gem's decided she's not eating again. I know how she feels. I need to find a ball gown. Again. However, after I left gem at work, One of the shops selling odd clothes for lots of money in the backstreets by the bentall's centre was having a sale. Everything, £3. Ok. I saw some jeans with a £60 price tag, and this skirt with skulls on it with a £25 one. So I got 2 pairs of jeans and a skirt for £9. It was a bit free for all like in there though; think first day January sales on Oxford street. Carnage.

So, yesterday, after the pink things fiasco, I decided to go to the planetarium, b/c I'd never been and they're shutting it to make way for some crapness about celebrities. Gem couldn't understand the attraction I have with stars; she grew up in the countryside. I reminded her that she kept asking me nearly every night for a couple of weeks last year why the sky was orange here. Anyway, I looked on the Tfl website. I took a screen grab, this is why I decided to go by bus:

You might also like to notice the scrolling thing at the top: District line closed between wimbledon and parson's green due to an earlier signal failure at Putney bridge. So, no trains running through Putney. Marvellous. However, I did find a bus runs direct to baker street (where madame tussaud's, housing the planetarium, is). I remembered seeing it then. When waiting for it on Putney high street, it amused me I'd never noticed it's destination was "Baker street, Madame tussaud's" on the bus. I pay attention. So I went, and as I walked in, thought "Oh my god, it's " Obviously, I am a twat, it's a waxwork. It was all very exciting and planety; and a small girl behind me kept asking her dad what everything was. The thing's projected onto a dome to give it a 3D effect with the special screen in it, and an asteroid coming over everyone's left hand shoulder was greeted with "Is that an apple?" What kind of apples has this girl been eating? On leaving, It took me a while to figure out where the bus stop was in all the one way system, so I walked around like a twat for a while until I found it. At it, a father from by the accent, around Leicester, was trying to separate his kids. It made me laugh, as it made me think of my sister and me. Once, we had to stop half way to Scotland so my mum could move into the back seat next to me and put my sister in the front. (It really was her fault, though). I could hear "But tell her not to call me that!" "I've told both of you, stop arguing!" "But will you bloody tell her then. Cow." "OI! There'll be less of that, anything more and it's not too late to just cancel this holiday and go home..." Then it made me think of trying to separate my nieces, and it gave me a headache.

Then the bus came. I got on. At Marble arch, a guy was standing at the bus stop. The doesn't show it too well as he moved, and I was trying to take it quickly while the bus was pulled in, but his sign says "Hell does not exist". I like people who carry around signs like this. I don't know why. A few stops later, a man got on. I paid no attention as he walked past my seat, up towards the back where I could hear the rowdy kids over my music. A stop or two later, he moved and sat down next to me, stating by way of an explanation "sorry, couldn't stand the bloody kids any more". He just started talking to me. "Hello. I'm an artist." My cynical side was saying "Well done, you've got the fucking nutter again and you're on this bus all the way back to Putney." The bus was going past Harrods and up to the natural history museum, and the V&A, etc. He started talking about the rich people owning businesses up and down the street. I politely listened, as he didn't seem to want to stop talking. He was talking about all the corruption he's seen up and down this street...that's where all the money comes from, you mark my words. We passed by somewhere he told me used to be a bank, and the owner was in direct competition with al Fayed for his ownership of Harrods. Apparently, he stole all the money and ran off. He told me about a lot of other things I didn't know really, b/c it was all before my time as far as London history goes; I mean, my dad doing family history means I've seen the few places left in east London that survived bombing where my great great somethings lived and so on. But this was all about how everyone's corrupt high up. Then he decided he wanted to talk politics; talked about what an idiot Prescott is, etc. We talked about what would make someone do something knowing he'd get caught. This then moved onto Love. Basically, he decided to tell me lots of things. Very briefly compared to what depth he discussed his life with me:

- Love is a lie when you think you are. Don't trust anyone until you really, really, know them well and have for some time. Love is usually lust, it is only love with mutual respect and all that jazz. As he put it "Nothing wrong with lust, you're a pretty young girl, you meet a pretty young guy, or another girl, whichever, and you go off and do your thing...just don't confuse it...that's lust."
- "You have to face every situation in life, good or bad, with respect. Because you never know where life's going to next".
- "Be cynical of people unless you know them well enough to trust them." I told him with a laugh I'd lived in London all my life, and over the course of that had learnt pretty strongly not to trust people. He said "Ah, but you also have to learn to be open to certain situations. Keep an open mind, but back it up with mental protection for yourself, be it through intuition for certain situations, or whatever. Trust yourself, but no one else."
- When he asked me what I did, he told me about he used to go out with a (he said famous, didn't tell me who) psychiatrist who taught him something he's always carried, it's that thing I said about yesterday. "Your mind and strength of spirit is the most important tool you need in life." He went into this in some depth, which left me kinda speechless for a while. Especially as while he was talking, I was singing a little song in my head going "So I am fucked, I am fucked, I am fucked..." He was telling me all about his own belief that little situations can change everything depending on how you handle them, and how having everything is a house of cards that can come down at any minute. But the most important thing is your strength of mind...I mean, I have heard all this a million times, but to just have this random reminder, and the way he was telling it all with his life...When it was time for him to get off the bus, he shook my hand, and told me his name(I've forgotten it.Crap), that I might see him on TV sometimes and that I'd met an individual. I watched him get off the bus, walk up the road a little way, then turn round, righting himself and walk the other way entirely. Maybe he was nuts, but at the end of the day, he seemed like a very with it nutter with some good points to make. I don't want to go into what he told me in more detail. I don't have the will to, and it all just seemed too personal, for him and me. But it was so odd to be having this conversation with a strange man on a bus hurtling through London over the scream of five hyperactive, destructive 15 year olds in the back.

Timeless comedy

2006-04-25T22:45:27Z

Very happy to just find this DVD.

"Now, this is called adding...so if I have two beans, and I add two beans, what do I have?"
"Some beans."
"Yes...and no. See, one two, three, four. So how many beans do I have?"
"Three.......and that one."

Do you suffer from mental?

2006-04-10T21:20:58Z

I am cleaning a glass lampshade in my room, with a sheep. I'm so good at bothering with houseworky things.

Also, weather in 24 hours: Sunny/spring, rain, heavy rain, SNOW, rain, spring, rain, spring...WHAT???

I am too lazy to type.

"We blew them up!"- Always an excellent explanation.

2006-04-01T17:59:48Z

Cow Abduction, May I take your order, One red paperclip.

This is why staying up late looking at the RSU boards is bad for your health. Annoying freshers have gone. Teams are on tour; they've gone to Italy. I found it easy to put up with ana screaming "tour, baby!" every ten minutes in the corridor early this morning, as (1) I knew they were just excited and (2) They're gone for a week. I think the whole relief can be exemplified by talking last night to a fresher I like. Will was making an omelette. He left the fridge door open for 15 minutes while he did this. He was cracking the eggs open, then trailing bits of yolk across the work surface to where he was throwing them in the bin. I pointed this out; he said "I don't care, I don't have to clear it up." On making the omelette, he was eating it off a chopping board. When gem enquired as to why he wasn't using a plate, the response was "Oh, we blew them all up." Gem and I looked at each other, and I said "Let's leave it at that, we don't want to know."

Oxbridge Boat race tomorrow. Will be down in Putney where it starts since I live here, eating strawberries, drinking cocktails and enjoying the music festival. I kept thinking about joining our rowing team. After all, when I was drunk in my fresher's week I joined in nearly all the initiations. I never got round to it though...suppose better decide before next year b/c it's my final chance. I think the thing that puts me off is having to get up really early on weekend mornings to get down to Putney pier and practise on the Thames while river traffic is quiet...I'm so bloody lazy. I still refuse to play hockey for this place, b/c the team is disorganised as all hell, as I discovered trying to join it before giving up.

Wait, if Gem's serious in her wanting to find rich men, I'm sure Putney will be full of them tomorrow. I'll be cheering on Cambridge. I always do. I have no idea why. Oxford always seems stuffy, when I talk to people from Cambridge, they're less...stuffy. Also, if I join the rowing team, guess who we share with some weekends? *grins* Hmm, maybe gem should join.

dirty_starlight @ 2006-01-19T09:53:00

2006-01-19T09:53:03Z

Happy 21st, Rose and Den

Be drunk, Be merry. Was thinking about doing a whole showing up for your birthday thing, but your birthdays are awkward in that I don't know if you or house mates have exams so *shrugs* and you know, Canterbury and Nottingham on the same day = Suz collapsing.

*Hands over virtual pint*

And this is for you ;)

Retards

2006-01-03T12:36:16Z

Dear members of Roehampton University:

Stop being so fucking annoying, requesting books from other people 2 days before an exam is not big and not clever, and in fact if I could find out who you are I would hunt you down and hurt you - or at least yell at you hysterically then make sure everyone knew who you were. It's called making the effort to get the book in time, not thinking you can't be bothered then requesting it back 2 days before an exam, that is not cool, and also, you're not going to get anywhere b/c I'm not going to give it back, I'm just going to pay the fine.

Thank you - An extremely stressed out and demotivated Suz.

I swear, it's like 1 or 2 people on my course doing this, because as I've said before, there's the understanding...it's YOUR fault if you've left it until the last minute to decide you want a book. It's like the unwritten constitution here, and it's bad enough at other times, but during exam time YOU ARE LIABLE TO GET STABBED.

I have to do an essay today. I HAVE to. And I can't bring myself to, I don't wanna, and I have no idea what's wrong b/c I can usually make myself on knowing I have to. And it's not that hard, I've done the research, roughly know what to write and how it's planned out, and it's only 2000- 2500 words. It should be easy. I think it's all tail end of feeling ill, b/c I still do slightly. Yesterday as well, I had to waste loads of time knowing the college re-opens today and the cleaners would be back. We keep getting you have been fined notices b/c my freshers don't understand cleaning up after themselves and not breaking things. Well, two don't. So:

- Did huge piles of washing up in/ by both sinks and scattered all over the kitchen/common room
- Cleaned the cookers
- Fixed the kettle
- Washed down the surfaces (the amount of stuff stuck to it, why we aren't dying of food poisoning is beyond me)
- Cleaned the sinks out
- Basically, cleaned everything
- Swept the floor, hoovered the carpet
- De-iced the fridge, quite fun hacking at a huge chunk of ice, and scared will when he came in
- Cleaned out two of the fridges, and the smell has gone in the one gem uses now- b/c it was covered in dried soured milk and a strange brown rot water under the vegetable crisper, which is disgusting and quite obviously why they kept moaning at me the fridge stank.
- I don't need to go on, you get the picture.

dirty_starlight @ 2005-11-15T20:21:00

2005-11-15T20:21:43Z

i have to go get more pissed now ¬

dirty_starlight @ 2005-11-07T01:41:00

2005-11-07T01:41:23Z

Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files / You must follow, leave this academic factory

You know, last night in G-A-Y, Graham Norton was there. Gem has been telling everyone this all today, and everyone's reaction is "Did you talk to him?" No. Obviously not. You can't exactly do much talking in there.

I should go to bed instead of listening to franz ferdinand.

dirty_starlight @ 2005-09-18T15:54:00

2005-09-18T14:56:33Z

OMG my last fresher has arrived! I am so tired. I've taken parent's wrath about everything, which isn't my fault, taken some really nervous people, including one girl who said she was thinking about going home already- and I was only just showing her to her room- and some really cool people in my flat. And one girl who lives in G1A- we were sitting in the kitchen chatting to william who'd just moved in, and we saw her being shown up by another rep. Gem went out to introduce her, and said we're meeting in the kitchen at 4.30 to go down to the talk together. She said "Yeah, I probably won't be there", and closed the door...I'm trying to convince gem she's just nervous, but gem's like "well, she's a cow."

On the other hand, I am sick of saying the same things and answering the same questions. I have half an hour then have to take them to the lecture theatre, where we have to stand in front of everyone and say hi (stupid), then hopefully I'll finally get a break. B/c I keep managing to get people I have to show to the top floor, and end up carrying stuff.

Tired. Need to go into the kitchen and chat to people now. X

dirty_starlight @ 2005-09-06T16:30:00

2005-09-06T14:31:09Z

I have a cold, and I'm in Belgrade. Like that's going to stop me ;)

dirty_starlight @ 2005-08-23T19:48:00

2005-08-23T18:50:49Z

There's something way too funny about watching the hokey cokey sung in german with the actions. Sie setzen Ihren linken Fuß innen, Ihr linker Fuß heraus, in aus, in aus...

dirty_starlight @ 2005-08-07T12:27:00

2005-08-07T11:28:56Z

Suz: Mum, did you take pictures of the planks and barrels thing at port said, or did i?
Mum: I don't know...I don't think I did, I think I was too busy laughing.
Suz: What, I was only 12.
Mum: Yes, but it was the look on your face, and you saying "I am NOT going on that", especially when those other people detached and started floating away and they had to go catch them with the boat.
Suz: No, it was more the boat ramming into them while you were on them to keep them from floating too far away, it was freaky.
Mum: Yeah well...I don't think I took any pictures of that.
Suz: Oh. I can't find mine, but I found loads from that place in the mountains in Cyprus where you saw a pray mantis and freaked out.
Mum: Oh yeah. Well, I don't like them.
Suz: Yeah, but did you have to scream so loud a load of locals appeared to see if you were being killed?
Mum: Oh, shut up.