Well, the last you all knew, I was having dinner with the Dwarves. And so, we did. I roasted two chickens with BBQ flavour (marinade chickens in BBQ sauce for several hours, put in an oven at 190 degrees Celcius for an hour and a half, turning every 20 minutes and basting. Add some olive oil and salt, too) and we played an utterly ridiculous card-game. Everyone got bored and left – sorry! I had fun, though.
Had a riding lesson on Wednesday, which was brilliant. The best one yet, I reckon. Lots of cantering, and in a group full of people who didn’t really know what was going on and so couldn’t really follow instructions very well. Ego boost, right there. Yay! Luisa tried out for the team and got into the seconds! Congrats, I’m really happy for you! We spent ages giving Flora advice on what to do in third year (get started on your project work early, do all your courseworks, go over your lecture notes) and I got back home for a quick shower.
This was all overshadowed by the big event of the day – graduation! Neither Tom nor I were graduating, but John was, so we headed over to the union for a bit of fun. I got a parking ticket outside the RSM which I’m going to contest (you can’t actually SEE the parking suspended sign) and spent the night admiring the new bar (568), laughing at certain people who were VERY drunk, and taking Simon, Naomi and Eugene home on a grand tour of Fulham in the Leopardile. Don’t worry, I wasn’t drinking! Ha.
Anyway, congratulations to everyone who graduated. By all accounts, all the hard work was done months ago, but nobody tripped over and you all looked stunning! (I LOVED that you were all walking around looking like Jedi/wizards. Win!)
I was ill on Thursday, and the busiest day of my term so far was quickly cleared by a number of emails, texts and Facebook messages. I spent the day sleeping, hugging a hot water bottle and taking copious amounts of pain-killers. John made me soup – Tom brought me all my knitting, and I felt much better on Friday. Yay.
Anyway, yesterday I went into college for a chat with my tutor about PhDs, worked out I need to get 100% this year to have a chance of getting in to the group I want to get into (I already failed on that, deffers didn’t get 100% on the last assessment I did. Sigh.) and spent a while working. ICSE in the evening was good, I somehow ended up on the front desk of violas, and afterwards Tom and I came home to give our gerbils a bath and clean up the flat. Simon came over, we went to the Sains, bought supplies, and got home in time to meet various members of our crew plus friends we made over the summer for a night of epic Harry Potter. To be honest, I slept through the first two films – we are now on No. 4, Jason, Tom, Hannah, Jenny, Simon and John are all asleep on the floor/sofa/in my bed, and Richard and I are the only ones still going.
You know we’re cool. While everyone else catches up on their ZZZZ’s, I’m going to work on the literature review, do some more knitting and write a shopping list! All while watching HP, of course. The joys of being an adult. Tomorrow promises fun and frivolity, with a jaunt down to Kent with John and Jenny, to go see Seth Lakeman and eat wholesome roast dinner. Yummies.
The slightly business-like nature of this blog is a result of the extreme fright I currently have over the state of my life. I’m having to drop Sinfonietta and pull my act together in terms of efficient working, which is sad and good. Too busy! I’m going home next weekend to see my mummy and daddy, and can’t wait to have a break with them and the brother.
Ciao for now!