A lunatic and lean-witted fool.
Jan. 14th, 2006 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againI like this Shakespeare calendar. It gives me a new and shiny dose of snark to wake up to every morning and, even better, it's related to my course! If my Shakespeare lecturer annoys me next year, I can yell "You lunatic and lean-witted fool" and then defend myself because hey, it's a quotation. Proves I've done background reading and all that. Hhmm. It'd be tempting if I didn't know my university well enough to suspect they'd kick me off the course regardless of relevance.
I'm proud of Andy for winning Kooyong, exhibition or not. :) It's lovely to see pictures of him holding a trophy again; hopefully it's a sign of things to come this year. Roger, well, Roger... Roger's results I *miss* Eurosport and my AO coverage right now I'll be watching with interest this Slam. Though wow, honest to god, I admired the pictures of him that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greeniebach posted for several *long*, silent minutes. I will never tire of that backhand. Supposed "weakness" or not, he makes it *look* good. Strange urge to stick him in ballet shoes and tights, just to complete the mental image but no. Must. Resist.
'rents called earlier, just as I'd fallen asleep over Middlemarch,. Asmercury32 knows, I'm not exactly the brightest crayon in the box when I've just woken up and I think by the end of the conversation they must've thought I was drunk or at least not paying attention. Trust their spectacular timing. Also got reminded that I owe them a shiny cheque for nearing £100, which was so not what I wanted to remember but eh, I'll just buy a few less books this term. Meaning, I don't need to go into Waterstones next time I'm in town and inspect their rather impressive -- for Waterstones -- graphic novel section for the third Sandman book. Really I don't. Anyway, I'm currently immersed in Neverwhere -- as a reward between chapters of Middlemarch -- so it's not like I have nothing to read.
Speaking of Neverwhere, I did almost throw it across the room on about the third page, when I read Richard and realised I was doomed to imagine him looking like Hamster (also, 'Richard') through the whole book. Unfortunately I was already too intrigued and couldn't put it down, so alas. And just looking at my Shakespeare calendar right now, I've realised the quote is from, yes, The Tragedy of King Richard the Second.
Oh hah hah universe. Very funny.
And to end on a rant, I do love that my flatmates are back. I do love that I've been hearing loud, giggly shrieks *all* day and that the sharp knives are left sticking point-upwards in the draining board again, so you nearly slice your wrist when reaching over. I do love that the two Cypriots managed an entire exchange of "Hi! How was your Christmas?" "Good, you?" "Good, too short, but good!" before lapsing back into a conversation in Greek between themselves and ignoring me completely for the next five minutes, and that the other Cypriot sits on my bed for long stretches of time while I struggle to find things to talk about and get distracted from what I was doing before. I swear she comes to see me because she's bored and thinks I must be bored too, so hey! Flop across my bed for hours filled with vaguely uncomfortable silences. S who just got back asked wasn't I scared being here on my own for four days and I struggled with just how many ways there were to say no to that. I've suddenly remembered why I go home so much; I like my flatmates, I *do*, but sometimes... sometimes I really need an empty house. I was planning to stay over for two weeks in Easter but A's staying and if she's going to wander in here every hour and flop across my bed for half an hour at a time, I'm seriously wondering if the mind-boggling amount of work I'll have to do will be better done at home. I don't know. We'll see.
But in a shining ray of good news,wolves8 and L are back tomorrow to keep me sane. :) I wish life would sort itself out so we could all go in a flat together next year. Living with people who don't drive me crazy, now there's a concept.
Okay, that's out. Shower. Read chapter III of Well-below-average-march. Chill. Sounds like a plan.
I'm proud of Andy for winning Kooyong, exhibition or not. :) It's lovely to see pictures of him holding a trophy again; hopefully it's a sign of things to come this year. Roger, well, Roger... Roger's results I *miss* Eurosport and my AO coverage right now I'll be watching with interest this Slam. Though wow, honest to god, I admired the pictures of him that
greeniebach posted for several *long*, silent minutes. I will never tire of that backhand. Supposed "weakness" or not, he makes it *look* good. Strange urge to stick him in ballet shoes and tights, just to complete the mental image but no. Must. Resist.'rents called earlier, just as I'd fallen asleep over Middlemarch,. As
mercury32 knows, I'm not exactly the brightest crayon in the box when I've just woken up and I think by the end of the conversation they must've thought I was drunk or at least not paying attention. Trust their spectacular timing. Also got reminded that I owe them a shiny cheque for nearing £100, which was so not what I wanted to remember but eh, I'll just buy a few less books this term. Meaning, I don't need to go into Waterstones next time I'm in town and inspect their rather impressive -- for Waterstones -- graphic novel section for the third Sandman book. Really I don't. Anyway, I'm currently immersed in Neverwhere -- as a reward between chapters of Middlemarch -- so it's not like I have nothing to read. Speaking of Neverwhere, I did almost throw it across the room on about the third page, when I read Richard and realised I was doomed to imagine him looking like Hamster (also, 'Richard') through the whole book. Unfortunately I was already too intrigued and couldn't put it down, so alas. And just looking at my Shakespeare calendar right now, I've realised the quote is from, yes, The Tragedy of King Richard the Second.
Oh hah hah universe. Very funny.
And to end on a rant, I do love that my flatmates are back. I do love that I've been hearing loud, giggly shrieks *all* day and that the sharp knives are left sticking point-upwards in the draining board again, so you nearly slice your wrist when reaching over. I do love that the two Cypriots managed an entire exchange of "Hi! How was your Christmas?" "Good, you?" "Good, too short, but good!" before lapsing back into a conversation in Greek between themselves and ignoring me completely for the next five minutes, and that the other Cypriot sits on my bed for long stretches of time while I struggle to find things to talk about and get distracted from what I was doing before. I swear she comes to see me because she's bored and thinks I must be bored too, so hey! Flop across my bed for hours filled with vaguely uncomfortable silences. S who just got back asked wasn't I scared being here on my own for four days and I struggled with just how many ways there were to say no to that. I've suddenly remembered why I go home so much; I like my flatmates, I *do*, but sometimes... sometimes I really need an empty house. I was planning to stay over for two weeks in Easter but A's staying and if she's going to wander in here every hour and flop across my bed for half an hour at a time, I'm seriously wondering if the mind-boggling amount of work I'll have to do will be better done at home. I don't know. We'll see.
But in a shining ray of good news,
wolves8 and L are back tomorrow Okay, that's out. Shower. Read chapter III of Well-below-average-march. Chill. Sounds like a plan.
