Can you believe it's Thursday again? The weeks are flying by and term is over for me in one week! Egadz! Thankfully I only have one more essay to pump out before it's a nice long break of...more work. Oh, yes, dear reader, I get to spend my break pouring over Troilus and Cressida and Cymbeline with a fine-tooth comb, writing essays on the random marbled pages in Tristram Shandy, and critiquing dead people's poetry. Well, okay, I'm being dramatic. My mother's coming to visit (yay!), I'm going to Barcelona (oo la la!), and I'm probably going to watch the BBC's Sherlock again (yippee!). But until then...one more week. And this past week, to consider. As usual, it's been pretty awkward and awesome. Enjoy.
Awkward
- Standing in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, fixing my hair, listening to my music on my iPod. Then I turn to go into my room and there is a man standing in the middle of my room. My immediate reaction is, “Holy shit! How fast can I get to my pepper spray?!” Then I realize it's my bedder. WHEW! But I think I must have jumped out of my skin and he looked equally alarmed at alarming me. Apparently I didn't hear him knock or open the door. (Cue my mother's comment about my music being too loud.) I'm just thanking God I was only doing my hair in the mirror and not lip-syncing 90s music into my hairbrush as I am wont to do on occasion.
- Attempting to sing a duet of “Kiss the Girl” with a lovely Frenchman. I had two things going against me. I was a bit tipsy. Also I can't sing. It was a major fail.
- How extraordinarily messy my room is. I can't even imagine what my bedder/friends think of me when they see it.
- Going to Primark almost primarily to buy an amazing gummy candy called Strawbs. The cashier probably thought, “Really, you don't want anything else? Just these fifty bags of Strawbs? All right then...” What am I going to do?! I cannot find them anywhere else! (PS: I didn't buy fifty bags of Strawbs, mostly because they didn't have that many for sale.)
- On the phone with a friend. A cute guy, also on the phone, is walking diagonally towards me. I say, “Oh my God, there's a really cute guy in all black coming towards me.” Guy keeps walking, but now angles himself so he's walking towards me. First thing I think: “What's he wear—Oh. He's a priest.” Fail. Not that priests aren't allowed to be good-looking, but still, I feel weird. Well, at least he didn't hear me talking about how cute he was.
- Playing “Shag, Marry, Stab” with my friend, except all the men are 18th and 19th century English authors. After a while of playing, my friend says, “I'm using these questions to understand your taste in men for a potential husband.” Well, at this rate it appears I really like men who are English, writers, and dead.
Awesome
- Going to the pub to watch soccer games with my friend, Rob. And eating a magnificent Sunday roast while watching said soccer games. Pure happiness.
- The Game of Thrones “Main Titles” song. So epic I had to buy it off iTunes. Watch the awesome steampunk-esque opening sequence HERE.
- College Swaps. Caius people came to us on Monday. The night involved playing Disney songs on the piano, tango-ing with another girl, lots of games of pool, lots of glasses of port, amazing crème brulee, and good-looking French men.
- “Date Nights” with my English girls: pizza with chicken and peppers, then a trip to the Corpus Playroom to see The Collector. (Also, the guy-behind-me's running commentary through the play was pretty great. “Kiss him. Just kiss him. Good, good. That was a smart move.”)
- Sitting at my desk, window open, listening to the pouring rain outside. Being inside and warm with a cool breeze coming in. Drinking anise and mint tea. Reading Shelley's beautiful and heartbreaking elegy to Keats.
- My supervisor opening our supervision with this: “Okay. Keats and Shelley are in a fist-fight. Who's going to win?” Needless to say, we had quite a long debate on that. I don't think we ever came to a decision. Keats was scrappy and small, but he was super sickly. On the other hand, Shelley was fitter, but older, and probably adored Keats too much to want to seriously hurt him. I think Keats came out the winner, if his TB didn't do him in mid-fight.
- My Andrew Scott/Jim Moriarty obsession right now. I'm not ashamed of it; I'm reveling in it. Enjoy the picture below (I know I did). You're welcome.
If you aren't following my blog (like officially...see my adorable follower list on the side there), I'd love for you to. It's super easy. And either way, you should leave a comment below. What song do you sing into the bathroom mirror? Moriarty: sexy or scary or both? And the final question: Keats, Shelley, and Byron. You have to shag one, marry one, and stab one. Which do you choose?
first of all steampunk opening quite awesome,Moriarty is both, shelly byron keats all look alike and lena heanly(?) from game of thones is creeper naked arson broad from dexter (ick) love mom
ReplyDeleteshag byron, marry shelley and stab keats. easy.
ReplyDeleteTori, that's exactly what I said! Hahaha...though if this is what John Keats actually looked like I don't think I'd stab him...
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i love that you went to primark just to buy strawbs. i'd do the same thing, obviously.
ReplyDeletei don't love that creep moriarty, and cannot understand why you do.
and i agree with you and tori regarding byron/shelley/keats. =)
dear deanie,
ReplyDeleteyou and i can rant about our andrew scott/jim moriarty obsessions anytime and actually should via skype. i get really upset when they are in scenes together because there's so much attractive manliness happening in one shot. dear me, mr. scott, dear me.
always,
leah xx
and by they, i mean benedict and andrew.
ReplyDeleteDean,
ReplyDeleteI'd probably stab Shelley and divide my time between Byron and Keats :) Been spending a lot of time lately delving into Gothic literature (bachelor's dissertation on Poe's critique of XIX century civilization)... :P
Lisa