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Oct. 17th, 2006 07:07 pmWhy must my mind go to the bad place? Why? There is no need for a wacky The Queen AU where Elizabeth II has an affair with Tony Blair with parallels to Elizabeth I's affair with the Earl of Essex. WTF, brain. WTF.
Also, Cecil and Francis Walsingham did not have a clandestine affair, brain. Shut up. Even if Cecil and Pygmy are the neatest people at Elizabeth's court (save, of course, for the glorious Queen herself. Uhm. Is my geek showing? *tidies*). Seriously, though; they were the best advisors Elizabeth could have wanted and - though I do believe Elizabeth's political savvy is often undervalued - they played *such* a part of why she became one of the greatest leaders England's ever had. (Walsingham and his spies, of course, were also important, but Cecil is shinier and, err, perhaps a little more ethically acceptable?)
In shallowness, Helen Mirren has the most amazing eyes. All liquid and depth.
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In less inherently pointless news, am seriously sick. Well, not seriously, but I am weak and coughing and I can't *eat* anything and I can't sleep but am tired all the time. In short, am flu-y and want it gone. But am turning in early tonight in the hopes that it will help.
Also so I can get up early enough to catch a bus that'll get me to University on time; the buses have a horrible tendency to not show up in the mornings; and if they do show up, to be full. This means that to be in at 9:30, I have to queue up at 8:30-ish.
Of course, buses would not be required if I hadn't, promptly after recieving my bike Sunday, punctured it on Monday. Brilliance.
However, I do now have my books, my DVDs and a set of truly glorious sheets; they are all blues and greens and purples and huge, even around my rather big duvet, so lying down in them feels rather like being engulphed in a sea of cotton. It makes me happy, particularly since the set of covers the University gave me made me feel like I was living in a hotel room. And these sheets and covers are a gift from my dad, which both helps and doesn't help with the homesickness.
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I am beginning to realize that University reading should be driven by interest and a click of some kind. At least for history. Which means I'll be geeking Plantagenets and nationalism in England. For the Win.
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Finally, I seem to have aquired a newspaper habit. Hurra for the Guardian, that pretentious, snobby, leftist, intellectual, subjective newspaper, which gives me student discounts. Yay!
Also, Cecil and Francis Walsingham did not have a clandestine affair, brain. Shut up. Even if Cecil and Pygmy are the neatest people at Elizabeth's court (save, of course, for the glorious Queen herself. Uhm. Is my geek showing? *tidies*). Seriously, though; they were the best advisors Elizabeth could have wanted and - though I do believe Elizabeth's political savvy is often undervalued - they played *such* a part of why she became one of the greatest leaders England's ever had. (Walsingham and his spies, of course, were also important, but Cecil is shinier and, err, perhaps a little more ethically acceptable?)
In shallowness, Helen Mirren has the most amazing eyes. All liquid and depth.
***
In less inherently pointless news, am seriously sick. Well, not seriously, but I am weak and coughing and I can't *eat* anything and I can't sleep but am tired all the time. In short, am flu-y and want it gone. But am turning in early tonight in the hopes that it will help.
Also so I can get up early enough to catch a bus that'll get me to University on time; the buses have a horrible tendency to not show up in the mornings; and if they do show up, to be full. This means that to be in at 9:30, I have to queue up at 8:30-ish.
Of course, buses would not be required if I hadn't, promptly after recieving my bike Sunday, punctured it on Monday. Brilliance.
However, I do now have my books, my DVDs and a set of truly glorious sheets; they are all blues and greens and purples and huge, even around my rather big duvet, so lying down in them feels rather like being engulphed in a sea of cotton. It makes me happy, particularly since the set of covers the University gave me made me feel like I was living in a hotel room. And these sheets and covers are a gift from my dad, which both helps and doesn't help with the homesickness.
***
I am beginning to realize that University reading should be driven by interest and a click of some kind. At least for history. Which means I'll be geeking Plantagenets and nationalism in England. For the Win.
***
Finally, I seem to have aquired a newspaper habit. Hurra for the Guardian, that pretentious, snobby, leftist, intellectual, subjective newspaper, which gives me student discounts. Yay!
