Wednesday, 6 January 2010

before it gets so cold that the rain turns to snow



The snow is such a pain: I might now be able to get a lift up to Coventry for a couple of days thanks to the traffic disruption. I should be grateful for more time at home (I know Mum's glad I could be around for a bit longer) but to be honest, I'm looking forward to going back. I like taking care of myself and being independent, and I like having a structured timetable. Yeah, I know, quite sad. But hey, what can I do? I'm a geek. Deal with it.

Speaking of geekdom, I'm struggling with Suetonius at the moment. It's really not all that interesting to translate. Suetonius might be one of the first writers who CAN'T STAY ON THE FUCKING POINT. Still, I'm actually remembering why I like translation: I'm good at it. When I get this sort of stuff right, I actually believe that I might have a future in this subject. However, when I get my essays back in a week or two, that will all change. Expect crying and slitting of wrists.

However, backtracking somewhat, the snow is kind of beautiful. I got some pictures during the snowfall in the graveyard of St Edwards in Cambridge. You can't really complain when it all looks this good. Even if I was wearing Converse because I had not been paying attention to the weather forecast and ended up having two of my toes going numb. Well, that's my own fault.

Tomorrow, I desperately need to dye my hair and pack. Even if I might not be heading back for a few days, I need to find out where everything's disappeared to. I'm pretty sure there are now eyeliner pencils under my bed. Yeah, this could take a while.

I saw Maria on Monday night, when we hung out and played with her dogs, and today, when we went into Cambridge. Both times we spent about five hours talking. I miss her so much when we're at university: she's one of the few people I can go from talking about mutual friends to university degrees to feminism back to taking over the world and why fish should be called Humperdink and why Gordon Brown looks like a talking potato. Yeah, I miss her a lot. Especially when her dogs are that cute.


In short, I've enjoyed Cambridge. It's been lovely. But I may have to scream now if I don't get back to Coventry in the near future.

2 comments:

  1. In a thoroughly non-stalkery way, I'm glad you have a blog. I really like the way you write :) xx

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  2. I think we can do away with the whole pretending we're not stalking each other way. It's gone a bit past that, don't you think? ^_^ xxx

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