so beautiful <3
I should have been packing this morning but instead I went to the botanic gardens and met these ducks. Just look at them ducking around… ah ducks.
In further news, I’m leaving Oxford tomorrow :O. I’m gonna miss this place. Six weeks seems like a long time to be away from all the lovely people I’ve met here. But at least I’ll get to see all the other lovely people from home I’ve been missing for the past 8 weeks.
Oh you ducks…
So I’m doing an essay on prostitution on Goblin Market and Jenny by Dante and Chris Rossetti… which reminded me of this picture I drew of Lizzie and Laura in Goblin Market… which meant that I spent about an hour editing it… which meant I decided to post it on tumblr… and so I’m still no further with that essay :S
Gonna go to a drama rehearsal in half an hour, then am gonna fashion a dress out of an argos catalogue, then will proceed to the bar and take pictures of cross dressers :)
Yeah, this essay is not happening :S
I spent like a whole day reading this XD In case you can’t read it, it’s called Child-Loving: the erotic child and Victorian culture. And I had to take that out of the library… and bumped into my friend’s parents holding it. Haha, good times :) Not as bad as Jess’s ‘The Pleasures of Children’ though.
Everything is good and lovely here :)
I’m gonna go try (and fail at) singing some Bach.
One day I will write a proper post, I promise.
Lol, children.
xxx
Sitting in the sink at somebody’s house party (I still don’t know whose) drinking somebody’s wine (still don’t know whose) talking to a guy from Stanford with a super-hero chin about utilitarianism.
Last night was fun, and every night is fun, but I have too much work to be able to write about it :’(
In short, I now know why people say you shouldn’t mix drinks :S
Hahaha, I love this place.
(p.s: Act only on a maxim that you can at the same time will should become a universal law)
See, look, I brought you guys with me :)
I was planning to write a detailed post about how fresher’s at oxford has gone so far… but I am tired, so this will have to do instead.
Squirrels, unpacking, meeting second floor girls, jcr, fresher’s commitee, meeting people, and people, and more people, marquee, drinks, formal dinner, wtf latin? getting randomly handed a bottle of wine outside, marquee, chandeliers, more people, running around with a bottle of wine, someone (andrew? anthony?) steals the wine, sleeeeeep, breakfast, fire talk (ie. watching videos of people blowing up/dying) registration and queuing and more queuing, omg internet!, high street, gown!, INFLATABLE SUMO WRESTLING!, sitting on people, getting pummelled to death over shoes, being swung into dude’s arms/onto shoulders/knee, drinking games, epic failing at wheel-barrow race, getting drawn on by the crazy trouser guy, KUKUI!, clubbing clubbing clubbing, getting the theologian to dance, running away from slovakian, accidentally associating with Brasenosians, post-club rehab, deep conversations… sleeeeeep…freaking early breakfast, queues and more people and medical registration, learning to play the ukelele, singing a duet of creep with american eric/k?, omg tutors :S, (and we already have an essay on middlemarch due in for monday:O), epic failing at scavenger hunt, town with people and random lincoln dude, gatecrashing lincoln college, lol, pub, mathematical philosopher appearing in my room and approving of my music taste, drinks with english tutors et al, slightly awkward, dressing up, fancy meal, wine, wine, wine, master’s speech, omg, jcr, pub quiz, stealing George’s jacket, lol, George, and we won, and woo champagne!!! And now sleep because tomorrow FOAM PARTY!!!
I made this collage on the wall opposite my bed. Every morning before school I’d wake up looking at it.
Sorry I can’t credit the pictures used. They’re just random ones cut out from magazines on lazy afternoons.
At uni we’re not even allowed to use blue-tack. :(
xxx
La Figlia. Perché?
I just wrote this. It feels like the best thing I’ve written in a long time… but that might just be the sleep deprivation talking. I was reading la figlia che piange cause it’s sellotaped to my wall whilst thinking about Benidorm… hence this:
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Weave no more, those days are over,
Pierce, pierce, the strobe-light with your hair,
Stab the neon in,
Reflect supernovas
In electric curls,
Blink mirror balls,
The podium calls, not the highest stair.
Clasp the pole to you,
Fling your body down,
Crush your lips on my shoulder,
Swing lower
to the ground.
We’ve seized, seized, the sunlight from your hair.
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Yeah… I’ll mejorar it later, maybe write some more stanzas or something. It just made sense posting it for some reason. Also, random fact: I speak italian when I’m tipsy. So stealing from the original title is so appropriate. :)
E vero, e vero, va bene, va bene.
xxx
