do something pretty while you're young
May. 27th, 2008 03:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_splotchBecause I am a genius person, I almost dragged my bed down into the cellar today. I'd been told that the delivery date for my new bed (OMG YAY, new bed soon!) was tomorrow - however, a quick inspection of my email revealed that, actually, my bed isn't arriving until the 4th of June. Hurrah for double checking! (Albeit after I actually stripped my bed and cleaned my room in preparation for the new bed. So smart.)
Speaking of general genius, today was my first exam. It went as these things tend to - I felt like I could have written a lot more than I did, much more coherently than I did, but I feel like the problem is more the format of the exam, than my own performance. Yes, I suppose I could have done more work, but on the other hand, I knew what I was talking about, and I knew how to get it across. Just not in the time alloted to me. So it goes, and I've resigned myself to the possibility of getting a 2.2 for the course. I'm still hoping for a 2.1, but I can accept a 2.2.
The important thing is that now I can forget all about the Restoration period, and instead turn my mind towards my twin loves of Renaissance history and Sir Thomas More. And possibly also to medieval literature and the madness of Margery Kempe, which is proving rather more entertaining than it probably should be.
As if to reward me for surviving my exams, two rather wonderful pieces of fic appeared today on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
jpkieron; clearly someone somewhere loves me, because this is a fandom with notoriously bad writing in it. This actually annoys me rather a lot. I think the source material is better and richer than that of As the World Turns, but ATWT has an amazing bunch of fanwriters, and Hollyoaks, well. Not so much, shall we say? And not just the JP/Kieron side either; I've dipped my toe into the pool of JP/Craig and it doesn't get any prettier.
However, I'm not really complaining - who needs fic when the source material is so hot and dramatic. Particularly the last clip and the kiss; they're so flawed and hurting and John Paul's sadness breaks my heart. Also everything! You mean everything. I'm such a sucker for this melodrama.
Unrelated to anything: I haven't been able to get We Rule the School out of my head for days now. I'm not sure what it is about it particularly that moves me so much, but I can't stop humming it over and over. In general, I'm obsessing over Belle and Sebastian - have been for the past three months, but it's flared up again quite dramatically during my revision and now the song is stuck in my head.
Saturday I watched Eurovision with housemates and honorary housemates (i.e. Gemma and Bean), which was awesome and far too funny. Also, it was decided that I'm the perviest of those present, which I think is incredibly wrong; T is infinitely pervier than me, and I think E and Bean are more than me as well, I'm just less discrete about my kinks.
Also, T, Bean and myself got in a water fight. Well, I say got into - I was mostly an innocent bystander who got soaked. And had ice cubes thrown at me (though so did Gemma, and collectively Gem, Bean and I managed to get an ice cube down both sides of T's pants.)
Between these hjinks, we laughed at the contestants, with Terry Wogan and predicted Russian victory well ahead of time. There was much discussion of glitter, wind machines, the voting blocks and how England always fails.
T'was ace.
Life, you guys. Life.
Speaking of general genius, today was my first exam. It went as these things tend to - I felt like I could have written a lot more than I did, much more coherently than I did, but I feel like the problem is more the format of the exam, than my own performance. Yes, I suppose I could have done more work, but on the other hand, I knew what I was talking about, and I knew how to get it across. Just not in the time alloted to me. So it goes, and I've resigned myself to the possibility of getting a 2.2 for the course. I'm still hoping for a 2.1, but I can accept a 2.2.
The important thing is that now I can forget all about the Restoration period, and instead turn my mind towards my twin loves of Renaissance history and Sir Thomas More. And possibly also to medieval literature and the madness of Margery Kempe, which is proving rather more entertaining than it probably should be.
As if to reward me for surviving my exams, two rather wonderful pieces of fic appeared today on
jpkieron; clearly someone somewhere loves me, because this is a fandom with notoriously bad writing in it. This actually annoys me rather a lot. I think the source material is better and richer than that of As the World Turns, but ATWT has an amazing bunch of fanwriters, and Hollyoaks, well. Not so much, shall we say? And not just the JP/Kieron side either; I've dipped my toe into the pool of JP/Craig and it doesn't get any prettier. However, I'm not really complaining - who needs fic when the source material is so hot and dramatic. Particularly the last clip and the kiss; they're so flawed and hurting and John Paul's sadness breaks my heart. Also everything! You mean everything. I'm such a sucker for this melodrama.
Unrelated to anything: I haven't been able to get We Rule the School out of my head for days now. I'm not sure what it is about it particularly that moves me so much, but I can't stop humming it over and over. In general, I'm obsessing over Belle and Sebastian - have been for the past three months, but it's flared up again quite dramatically during my revision and now the song is stuck in my head.
Saturday I watched Eurovision with housemates and honorary housemates (i.e. Gemma and Bean), which was awesome and far too funny. Also, it was decided that I'm the perviest of those present, which I think is incredibly wrong; T is infinitely pervier than me, and I think E and Bean are more than me as well, I'm just less discrete about my kinks.
Also, T, Bean and myself got in a water fight. Well, I say got into - I was mostly an innocent bystander who got soaked. And had ice cubes thrown at me (though so did Gemma, and collectively Gem, Bean and I managed to get an ice cube down both sides of T's pants.)
Between these hjinks, we laughed at the contestants, with Terry Wogan and predicted Russian victory well ahead of time. There was much discussion of glitter, wind machines, the voting blocks and how England always fails.
T'was ace.
Life, you guys. Life.
