Oh hai there. Long time no speak, etc.
I take up my .. er.. pen again on account, as usual, of boredom.
I should be translating any one of a number of Greek texts.. Pindar, Aristophanes, Euripides, Sophocles, Herodotus. But I am not. In fairness I actually have translated 50 or so lines of the Thesmophoriazusae, but it's only so funny when you have to look up every other word. Alas.
I could be selling ice cream (my summer job), but I rely on my bosses getting in touch to let me know when I'm working, and they've been surprisingly poor at that recently. You may think they would be justified, given the weather.. but actually, here in Cambridge (yes, I live in Cambridge and go to Oxford Uni. Get over it.) the weather has been pretty lush. Perfect ice cream weather, in fact.
I could be baking something. Again, in fact, there's bread in the bread maker.. basil, parmesan and sundried tomato bread, to be precise. But I'm just not inspired, and my family doesn't consume cake at the speed required for me to be able to give free rein to my creative juices. As it were.
So all in all, this summer is not turning out to be as financially lucrative, fun, or generally productive as I had hoped.
Having said that, I have made an extraordinary amount of cake in many and various shapes. I have also sold a lot of ice cream. I wish I could write that I've also translated a lot of Greek, but this is not the case. Oh well.
I have been to the BBC proms though.. and had dinner at Harvey Nichols.. and turned 20.. so stuff has definitely been occurring. But not in significant quantities to prevent me from bothering to write a blog.
Which is where you lot come in, I suppose.
Anyhoos, I suppose I should stop wallowing in self pity and do something with my life. Yes.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Monday, 26 July 2010
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Hometime
Today is my last day as a resident at no.82.
For all that it is a pretty crappy student house, it's also been my home for the last year. It has seen good times, bad times, stressful times, hilarious times, mopey times, you name it really. It has played host to a variety of guests, an assortment of baked goods, a quantity of alcohol (both before and after drinking it, nice..) and so on, and so forth. Despite term ending nearly two weeks ago, I'm only the second person to leave the house - though nearly everyone else in the year has gone home for the summer already.
I spent yesterday and the day before helping at the Open Days.. three years ago, I was looking round Exeter College and falling in love with it. Now I'm being paid to make others feel the same way. Funny how the world turns.
At the moment, I'm sitting on a box of stuff in what was my room... but now it's just a room with a few bits of my stuff in it. Although I'm looking forward to going home (and I am, immensely) the finality of actually doing so means I have to confront the fact that a lot of people I have said goodbye to in the last week or so, I might not see for over a year, or possibly ever again. It's a horrible prospect. I feel like I met a lot of people this term that I now wish I had got to know better when I had the chance. I can't believe that this time last year was so long ago, but also that in another year, I really will be saying goodbye to so many more people - not just all the people in my year who will be finishing, but also everyone left in the year above.
Anyway. Enough moroseness (is that a word? Or is it morosity?). There's still packing to be done.
Later, 'gators.
For all that it is a pretty crappy student house, it's also been my home for the last year. It has seen good times, bad times, stressful times, hilarious times, mopey times, you name it really. It has played host to a variety of guests, an assortment of baked goods, a quantity of alcohol (both before and after drinking it, nice..) and so on, and so forth. Despite term ending nearly two weeks ago, I'm only the second person to leave the house - though nearly everyone else in the year has gone home for the summer already.
I spent yesterday and the day before helping at the Open Days.. three years ago, I was looking round Exeter College and falling in love with it. Now I'm being paid to make others feel the same way. Funny how the world turns.
At the moment, I'm sitting on a box of stuff in what was my room... but now it's just a room with a few bits of my stuff in it. Although I'm looking forward to going home (and I am, immensely) the finality of actually doing so means I have to confront the fact that a lot of people I have said goodbye to in the last week or so, I might not see for over a year, or possibly ever again. It's a horrible prospect. I feel like I met a lot of people this term that I now wish I had got to know better when I had the chance. I can't believe that this time last year was so long ago, but also that in another year, I really will be saying goodbye to so many more people - not just all the people in my year who will be finishing, but also everyone left in the year above.
Anyway. Enough moroseness (is that a word? Or is it morosity?). There's still packing to be done.
Later, 'gators.
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