Awkward

• When my clothes match the furniture I'm sitting on.  
• The amount of dreams I've been having about muggers, rapists, and serial killers. And I'm not even watching Law and Order: SVU!  What is my subconscious trying to tell/warn me about?!
• The construction workers standing RIGHT OUTSIDE my open window, having a smoke while I sit at my desk like three feet away.  Not only is it incredibly awkward, but now my room smells like cigarettes.
• Grinning profusely at someone I thought was my friend only to realize that it was some strange girl who now thinks I'm crazy.
• My constant desire to go frolicking in the gorgeous daffodil fields that surround my college. I'm not kidding, I must have brought it up about ten times in the past week.  And I used the word "frolic" every time. Clearly this is an unfulfilled passion of mine that my friends are just getting here all about now that spring has arrived.
• Bruising my tailbone whilst cantering.  Okay, I'm not positive it's bruised (it sure feels like it) and it's a bit lower than my tailbone (aka my butt), but it's still dreadful.  I am now pretty much incapable of all of the following: sleeping on my back, sitting in chairs, walking at speeds faster than the elderly, bending for anything lower than my waist.  I imagine this is what it's like being crippled AND pregnant at the same time, only without the excuse for bodily malfunction.  I have no idea how long it's going to take to heal, but my horse riding lesson tomorrow should be interesting (and by interesting I mean horribly painful).

Awesome

• Tapas. Because I can never decide what I want to eat. And now I don't have to.  "One of everything, please!"
• Students from our sister college, Balliol, Oxford came to visit.  We had a wonderful dinner in Hall and a rather crazy night out on the town.  Can't wait to visit them in May!
• Scene carding a new screenplay.  It just came to me in a  rush and I had to run over to Ryman to buy notecards so I could plan it out.  Got the opening scenes worked out at Nero over a cup of tea.  Lovely!
• Beautiful spring flowers blooming all over the place, and they're my favorite too (daffodils)!  Makes me sooo happy and frolicky-minded (totally a word, by the way).
• Cheese shopping with my friend.  We've been planning a trip to the Cambridge Cheese Market for AGES.  Yes, this is what we do for fun in England.
• End of term!  Yay!  Done with lectures and classes and supervisions!  Still have a ton of reading and revision work to do over the break, but the key words here are OVER THE BREAK.  
• And since I mentioned Moriarty last week, guess what my London friend showed me!  Below is a picture of me visiting the house that stands in for 221B Baker Street on BBC show Sherlock.  Fan girl squealing and photo-taking ensued, as expected.

So, dear reader, please leave a comment below.  Any Fruedian commentary on my dreams?  Suggestions for healing a bruised tailbone?  Or, if you'd like, you may go on an excited rant about one of the following: a.) Sherlock, b.) frolicking, or c.) Sherlock frolicking.