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Was in hall servery getting brunch just now, when Ben came up and told me he was going out to lunch with his parents so wasn't staying for brunch and that he'd just come over to say hello, gave me a big kiss on the cheek and returned from whence he came.  I felt so special and wanted for the first time in ages.  Ben and I aren't a couple and never will be, but that little gesture has made my day, coming as it did after last night's Keble Ball throughout which I felt unbelievably lonely, despite being surrounded by my entire college and all my friends.  I must be turning emo in my old age.  But there's a lot to be said for the power of hugs and so on.
Current Mood:
touched touched
Current Music:
Braille - Regina Spektor
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Where will I live:

<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>You Belong in Paris</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000">
Stylish and expressive, you were meant for Paris.
The art, the fashion, the wine!
Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...
You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/">What City Do You Belong In?</a></div>


So far so good.  I like this answer and it seems pretty appropriate and do-able.

Onto love life.  Who should I marry?
<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>Your True Love's Name Is</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruelovesnamequiz/lovebirds.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000">
<center><strong>Phillip E.</strong></center></font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruelovesnamequiz/">What's Your True Love's Name?</a></div>So yes.  That IS helpful.  My true love is called Phillip E.  Does anyone know this particular individual?

I'd just like to point out that this site has some wonderful quiz titles, such as

and my personal favourite:

  • Who's Your Celebrity Boob Twin?

    Hours of fun guaranteed.

  • Current Mood:
    chipper Off punting tonight, squee!
    Current Music:
    Cheesy summer anthems
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    This is such a beautiful, beautiful day - Im having so much fun!  More later...
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    So today has been a big pile of Not Doing My Essay Which is Due In Tomorrow, and which Has To Be Finished Tonight Because I have To Go To My Cousin's Christening Tomorrow.....not good really.  Basically, I've got 3 books left to read, then the entire essay to write, by 10.15am tomorrow.  Thanks to Simon however, I have spent the last 2 hours in the bar, attending a "Sing-along Hymns" session, which has not only wasted precious essay writing time (meaning I will not get any sleep tonight) and shattered any illusions to normality I had (ie, the whole college now thinks of me as "one of those wierdo Christian types..I mean, come on..she was singing HYMNS in the BAR!") but has left me so drunk that I've lost all sensation of having a right foot, and am struggling to type this properly....I may have to come back sober tomorrow and edit this.  On the plus side, I did have a good bitching and gossip session with Simon and Dr Archer - always good for a laugh, as you find out all sorts of juicy college info, plus they beat each other up and flirt like nobody's business. (Don't even try to deny it Simon!) 

    On a totally different note....

    YAYAYAYAY I'M GOING TO CANNES THIS EASTER!  I had been planning on visiting Jonny over the hols, but had yet to invite someone to accompany me, and finally got round to mentioning the matter to Mem yesterday.  By 9pm this evening I'd booked flights and accomadation and even figured out the bus routes we're going to take from the airport to the hotel.  What's more, the whole trip is only going to cost us £120.50 each, leaving us ridiculous amounts of dosh to be spent on food, drink and designer shopping, hoorah!  I don't think I've been as excited about anything in a long long time!  Roll on March 19th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Anyway...I'm off now...have inordinate amounts of work to do...think of me at 5am, when you are tucked up fast asleep, and I am still ploughing through "Small worlds...The village community in Early Medieval Brittany" in a desperate attempt to discover whether the Middle Ages were a golden age for Peasants.  To be honest, I'm in no fit state to write, read, or do anything but fall into a drunken stupour at my desk and wake up, wracked with guilt, tomorrow morning, just as my parents rign to say they've arrived to pick me up.  Oh well....I suppose I wouldn't be a true Keblite if it weren't for my ability to work through a drink-related essay crisis.  Toodlepip!!!!
    Vxxx
    Current Location:
    'Lightheadedness'- a real place, the other side of 4 vodkas.
    Current Music:
    Dizzy brain humming.
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    www.youfail.org

    Watch it, listen to it, love it.

    Truly mesmerising..I watched it for a full hour yesterday, then returned for a short stay ever few hours after that.  So simple, yet so complex .  Those little dancing letters that get more and more creative as it goes on.             
    And the music...oh the music!

    Ironically, this site makes me feel happier, despite its intended use as an insult and confidence-destroyer.

     Even more ironically, if I spend much longer on this site, I will fail.  But I don't care.  I love it.
    Current Location:
    www.youfail.org
    Current Music:
    Truly the music of wonderment: www.youfail.org
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    Well bless my soul, what a jolly evening to get the term started and forget the nasty collections.  Inflatable dinosaurs and cave men, a slave auction, lots of free "primordial soup" and some wonderful, mostly skimpy, costumes. 
    In other news, yesterday I auditioned for a proper play "The Awakening" in the morning, and a big all-singing, all-dancing variety show "All That Jazz" in the afternoon.  This morning, dragging myself out of bed after the Bop, I had a ridiculously early call-back for the dancey thing, which I think went well, apart from the fact that my legs have seized up rather and I fear that I won't be able to walk tomorrow.....look out for me hobbling around college over the next few days.  Feel free to point and laugh...it serves me right for throwing myself into full-out dance routines when I haven't done anything of the sort since about Easter.
    Current Location:
    2007 AD
    Current Mood:
    tired tired
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    Collections over.  Right hand dead.  Anyone up for Happy Hour at the Duke of Cambridge this evening to help me enjoy myself as much as I can before the horror of results on Monday?

    Current Location:
    The land of post-exam blankness.
    Current Mood:
    Brain dead after 3-hour slog.
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    So I got back to Keble today.  Unpacked, set up my snazzy new webcam, plugged in my Skype phone and tried (and failed) to make my new posters stick to the the freshly-painted walls of my room.  This was all done by about 5pm.  "Great!" I think, "Loads of time to mess around with my new technology and get a bit of collections revision done before dinner at 7pm!".  At 6.20pm, the fire alarm goes off, so I trundle downstairs, only for the alarm to switch itself back off again and for me to bump into Luke C.  
    "Are you going to dinner?" I ask him, hoping that I can find someone to sit next to. 
    "No...forgot to book" comes the reply.  "And besides, it's too late to go now, even if I had booked."
    "No it's not...it's only just gone 6pm."
    "It's 7.20."
    "No it's not"
    "Umm....Yes it is...look at my watch.  And if you need further evidence, then the Simpsons has just started on Sky in the JCR, and that's on at 7pm every night."
    "Bollocks."
    *Goes back to room and eats one of the pot noodles she bought in preparation for essay crises or moments of dinner-missing stupidity, not having expected it to have been on the first night back.*

    I love my wonderful time-management skills.  

    ...What worries me is how I managed to lose an entire hour without noticing.

    Current Location:
    Keeeeeeble!
    Current Mood:
    tired tired
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    Now, many of you may have seen Ian's [info]ruledandmargin latest post, and with it the ridiculously picturesque photo of "Wales."  And, knowing Ian as a sweet, honest boy, most of us saw no reason to doubt the photo's legitimacy.  But I, intrepid detective that I am, saw that this did not quite ring true.  This view is far too pretty to be in Wales, and does not contain a single sheep, chav or peasant!  Also, the name Catell Coch suggests that this Castle ought to be located somewhere in the Bavarian Alps, and also have something to do with cooking!
    Keen to do some investigating of my own, I headed to that hotbed of leads, Google image search, and wasn't shocked to discover the true nature of Ian's native Radyr....

    Current Location:
    Maidenhead - safe haven and nowhere near Wales luckily!
    Current Mood:
    devious devious
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    So yeah, I'm home.  And it's all.....empty.  Obviously, it is nice, if a little surreal, to be home, but I'm struggling to adapt to a place where I can't just walk 100yards and find my friends, to tell them my latest bit of news and watch a video, and I can't spend all day in my PJs if I want to (although I've managed it so far today!) and where my mess can't remain my mess if I want it to.  Also, wierdly, the floors and ceilings feel like theyre in the wrong places, the wrong level....I can't  really explain it - maybe it's just my out-of-sorts status. 

    But I can't be entirely miserable - it's not in my nature, and granted, last night was amazing...Jools Holland and Lulu at the Royal Albert Hall, - a musical high, in the company of Will and Emily, which I will never forget.  But I spent the entire concert thinking "I can't wait to tell Ian/ Olly/ Isla/ Caitlin/ Simon/ Harriet etc about this", only to realise I couldn't, plus the day as a whole was slightly tainted by the fact that I'd spent the morning blubbling my eyes out.  How embarrassing for me.  I don't think my parents were too impressed...."Welcome back home darling!  Does it feel nice to be back?"  ....*Verity doesn't stop crying, is no help in unpacking and retreats to her room for hours.*

     

    Funfun.


    (On the plus side, I'm loving having the Sunday newspapers on hand again....Have spent the day in bed reading the television pages and the reviews!)

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