A week later..

I had many good intentions of being very up to date and on the ball with this blog, but as you can see, things are not going so well.
However, I have been dragged back to the blogosphere once again by Nic's 'birthday' post, so I'm going to take this opportunity to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BIG GINGER to her. You can all wish her well too; I'm sure she'll appreciate it :)

My last post was about the perils of May day. Well, I am pleased to report that on our outing at 8:40 the following morning, everyone was still alive - hurrah! But at least a quarter of the boat was still drunk, and at least half was exceedingly hungover. Still, such is life. We went a-racing on Sunday at Dorney Lake (site of the rowing events for the 2012 Olympics, exciting much?!) and got thoroughly soaked in the AWFUL conditions, but came 3rd, following up the Ists boat with only a length and a half between us. Awesome times. We then returned to college and took over the JCR to eat pizza, watch Kill Bill and generally feel exhilarated/knackered.

Monday morning involved rowing again. Of course. But on the whole, it was a fairly lazy day. Tuesday was alarmingly productive; I got an awful lot of reading done, though in fairness I did shut myself in the library from half 9 through til about 4. Finalists in the library don't seem to understand the concept that other people might want to study in there too; still, it's not fair to hold it against them as I did spend all last term begrudging invasions into the little classical cubby-hole we had going on upstairs. Tuesday evening also involved rowing, and it was pretty lush - though it looks a lot like I am most definitely in the 2nd VIII again. Disappointing, but a slight to be surmounted rather than brooded over. Or so I keep reminding myself. Post-rowing, I discovered my bike had somehow ceased to function and had to walk home. Expecting to return to a house full of housemates ready to go out and get lashed, I was somewhat miffed to discover it empty (for 'somewhat', read 'very'). I had a bit of a mope and sent some ratty text messages. I felt very childish when they came home and explained that it had all been a huuuuge misunderstanding. Such is life.

Wednesday was a nothing day. I had every good intention of writing my essay, but just couldn't bring myself to work efficiently without an imminent deadline. Equally, the aforementioned library problems prevented my use of a laptop in anywhere that was not the JCR, not known for being the place most conducive to study. Things were looking fairly crap until I bumped into Emily in the evening and we went for a walk.. then I returned to college to discover my NEW PHONE had been delivered (hurrah!) and THEN found myself heading to Spoons with CC, Scott and Laurie because 'we haven't had a Pimms yet this term'. I eventually made it home at about 10, a little tipsy and much more inclined to call it a good day.

Now it's Thursday. I am actually writing my essay. I've got a self-imposed deadline of 4:30, because I'm going to the gym at 5. Afterwards, it's off to college for the Election Night special - huzzah! I voted Lib Dem and I'm not afraid to say it - but in my home constituency, which is South Cambs, any vote that isn't Tory is a wasted vote. So there you have it. My life, as of the last week.

I like to think that updates will become more frequent (and therefore also shorter) in the future as I'll have a phone that is always connected to t'internet. But don't hold your breath..