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Diaryness.
I have written a long and dull summary of life in lieu of writing a diary, which I no longer feel inspired to do even though it has been really helpful to look back on.
Didn't want to go to church this morning (dead of tired), but was glad I had when I got there. Not least because it reminded me that there were some people it was worth not hiding in my room from. Ran off fairly soon afterwards so I could eat lunch and not die of period pain. Then did nothing all day (mm, teh spod - the NaNoWriMo forums are very good for spod, especially the 'plot realism Q&A - random facts!), but went to Hall and spoke to some freshers (because I couldn't spot any of the people I normally sit with) who were subsequantly recruited for CURS by Requiem.
Yesterday, did lots of stuff fairly early in the day; got up at ten to 8 in order to help move Matthew in at 8 (and give cake to porters), then randomly drove Tom to Fulborn to pick up his new car. Then my parents showed up and we spent aages copying my numbers into my new phone because only the new one had the 'copy all numbers into phone memory' feature and it disagreed with my old SIM card. (Was changing networks anyway, but still, hassle for phone numbers.) So I now have a phone which works with my car and has pink flowers on.
Then I collapsed and played 'The Battle For Wesnoth' for three hours straight; I stil haven't got the little status bars out of the space behind my eyes. It is a free 'Battle Isle' style game (hex wargame) for Linux and has cutesy graphics; it's 'wesnoth' in the Debian package archives. I have no idea if it's any good because I am rubbish at such games and like them for the shinies, which it has in abundance, unusually for a free game. It also has vast quantities of campaigns with it, the first one of which is good and varied, and I might be slightly addicted.
Eventually I decided to try and organise not-playing-computer-games, so I phoned Nicholas, who was unhelpfully not online, to discover that instead of going to the Cast Party as he'd said, he'd actually sat at home reading books all day. So I informed him that we would be going to Becky's party. Much faff later, I showed up in a car (not that I'm lazy or we were late or anything), and we got to the party before Becky did. There were many nice things to eat, which was useful because there had been ten thousand people attempting to eat in Hall and a queue all down the stairs and *out the door to the outside* when I'd attempted to eat at about 6:15, and all the Nasty Things To Eat were suitibly labelled, even better.
Unfortunately I was really quite wiped out, so I didn't stay for very long; I didn't want to be too tired to drive home. So I ate all the cucumber that was meant for dipping in things, and stole Edith's crossbow bolt and acted Kendar-ish for a bit, and then ran off home. (And then my period started at about 3am so I didn't get much sleep anyway.)
The day before yesterday, the main thing which happened was that an Edith made a reappearence and invited me to eat nice food at Dojo's, and we even booked a table, which they were only about a quarter of an hour late providing us with. And there were far too many people I knew eating there, particularly Sally and Matthew, and Neil. But the food was predictably excellent and I almost learnt how to use chopsticks, but picking up food with fingers is just so much more effective... Edith looked despairingly at me and asserted that it was impossible to take me *anywhere*. There was a bothering-Ewan plan afterwards, but Nicholas and I were feeling misanthropic so we ran away and ate chocolate puddings instead.
There was a CICCU Houseparty. It was very calm and quite relaxing, apart from the fact my period was due and hence I wasn't really dealing with people or life all that well. So we came home early, on the Wednesday evening, because there was nothing else planned but interacting with people and singing songs and speeches designed to make Nicholas irritated. And I made the mistake of admitting I was scared of people to the porters, who fed me cake.
Didn't want to go to church this morning (dead of tired), but was glad I had when I got there. Not least because it reminded me that there were some people it was worth not hiding in my room from. Ran off fairly soon afterwards so I could eat lunch and not die of period pain. Then did nothing all day (mm, teh spod - the NaNoWriMo forums are very good for spod, especially the 'plot realism Q&A - random facts!), but went to Hall and spoke to some freshers (because I couldn't spot any of the people I normally sit with) who were subsequantly recruited for CURS by Requiem.
Yesterday, did lots of stuff fairly early in the day; got up at ten to 8 in order to help move Matthew in at 8 (and give cake to porters), then randomly drove Tom to Fulborn to pick up his new car. Then my parents showed up and we spent aages copying my numbers into my new phone because only the new one had the 'copy all numbers into phone memory' feature and it disagreed with my old SIM card. (Was changing networks anyway, but still, hassle for phone numbers.) So I now have a phone which works with my car and has pink flowers on.
Then I collapsed and played 'The Battle For Wesnoth' for three hours straight; I stil haven't got the little status bars out of the space behind my eyes. It is a free 'Battle Isle' style game (hex wargame) for Linux and has cutesy graphics; it's 'wesnoth' in the Debian package archives. I have no idea if it's any good because I am rubbish at such games and like them for the shinies, which it has in abundance, unusually for a free game. It also has vast quantities of campaigns with it, the first one of which is good and varied, and I might be slightly addicted.
Eventually I decided to try and organise not-playing-computer-games, so I phoned Nicholas, who was unhelpfully not online, to discover that instead of going to the Cast Party as he'd said, he'd actually sat at home reading books all day. So I informed him that we would be going to Becky's party. Much faff later, I showed up in a car (not that I'm lazy or we were late or anything), and we got to the party before Becky did. There were many nice things to eat, which was useful because there had been ten thousand people attempting to eat in Hall and a queue all down the stairs and *out the door to the outside* when I'd attempted to eat at about 6:15, and all the Nasty Things To Eat were suitibly labelled, even better.
Unfortunately I was really quite wiped out, so I didn't stay for very long; I didn't want to be too tired to drive home. So I ate all the cucumber that was meant for dipping in things, and stole Edith's crossbow bolt and acted Kendar-ish for a bit, and then ran off home. (And then my period started at about 3am so I didn't get much sleep anyway.)
The day before yesterday, the main thing which happened was that an Edith made a reappearence and invited me to eat nice food at Dojo's, and we even booked a table, which they were only about a quarter of an hour late providing us with. And there were far too many people I knew eating there, particularly Sally and Matthew, and Neil. But the food was predictably excellent and I almost learnt how to use chopsticks, but picking up food with fingers is just so much more effective... Edith looked despairingly at me and asserted that it was impossible to take me *anywhere*. There was a bothering-Ewan plan afterwards, but Nicholas and I were feeling misanthropic so we ran away and ate chocolate puddings instead.
There was a CICCU Houseparty. It was very calm and quite relaxing, apart from the fact my period was due and hence I wasn't really dealing with people or life all that well. So we came home early, on the Wednesday evening, because there was nothing else planned but interacting with people and singing songs and speeches designed to make Nicholas irritated. And I made the mistake of admitting I was scared of people to the porters, who fed me cake.
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But I *can't* take you anywhere!
Take care. You're a far better person than that lack of self-esteem would suggest.
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More entries like that please - you just have this really natural way of writing, and it flows and I can see the pictures and it's cool.
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