I went to another lecture of Ibid's, since she insisted. This one was, frighteningly, actually useful to me! The guy talked about loss of biodiversity and overgrazing (among other things!) which is exactly what I'm studying this year! From a Mathematical point of view, yes, but this gave me some useful statistics. It also made me feel all keen to spend my time and money saving the world, which will probably reduce my purchase and enyojment of stupid bumph! Huzzah!

Afterwards, I met up with the vast majority of The Fellowship (with whom I spent most of last term) and ran into some other rockers. We found some pictures of clipart frogs on the jukebox in Rutherford - for no apparent reason - which we stole. After a trip back Ibidlandwards, I met up with one of my classmates from last year and we talked for many an hour.

When Ibid and I got back to hers, we worked on Our Film. It is going to be over twelve hours long and The Best Thing Ever. We laughed a lot, especially over an insane televangelical song we penned.


Sunday 28 September 2003

I spent most of Thursday on the computer. Yes, I know: I spend all this time and money coming to Canterbury, and all I do is return to Eliot computer room? But:

1. It is my second home after all.
2. The computers are nice 'n' fast there.
3. I'd seen everyone in Canterbury I especially wanted to see that was offering to see me. I was thinking of meeting the Christchurch posse, but apparently they were all ill. Though I laugh in the face of UKC germs - I avoided Fresher's Flu *last* year, no way could it get me this time round - Christchurch ones I am not convinced about. Ian was also meant to be dyeing my hair, but I decided against polluting my holiday with such a tiresome and smelly process.
4. I couldn't really afford to go to any nearby towns and what with getting lost in Manchester on Saturday and getting lost in York to look forward to, I didn't care to get lost anywhere else anyway.

In the evening, Ibid and I spent a short time with Soppygit, before going to the Hobbeth of Gob to meet Nev. On reflection, opting to spend an evening in the company of *both* the Victorianphiles I know might not have been the best of plans, as my own Victorianphilia extends only as far as delighting in Philip Pullman's "The Sommat In The Thingy" trilogy, but a most agreeable time was had, nonetheless.

After a sleepless night, Ibid walked me to the station. On the way, I got my watch fixed - apparently the battery was too heavy, so I paid £3 to have it replaced. To Nodnol I went, where I was very well behaved indeed: I only bought things I actually needed (skinnyfit black t-shirts - I decided to indulge my S-band appreciation, by purchasing those of System Of A Down, The Sex Pistols and Siouxsie And The Banshees. I bought the latter from The Evil Glitters: not only did I get it reduced from £15 to £8, but I escaped before they could start convincing me I really needed 2347023423 other garments. w00t!), things I'd long desired (turquoise and black stripy tights - I believe my collection is now complete!) and ridiculously cheap desirable objects (that book about Britpop and Blairism, reduced from £15 to £3).

I was trying to work out long I had before my train left, but my watch didn't seem to be telling me a sensible time. I checked the clock on my phone, and indeed, my watch was stopping and starting again!

BLAAAAAAARG! What have I done to deserve this?

On Saturday, I completed my packing for York, then played The Sims for a much-needed half hour (since I hadn't played it all week and won't get to again until 7th), before embarking on my journey over the hills.

The side of campus I live and work on is lovely. I've been to the university twice before, but it was raining both times and I only saw the central part of it, so I wasn't especially taken by it. But the building I'm currently staying in is v. nice, and the building I'll move into next Saturday is positively palatial.

Sadly, at this precise moment, being here is very boring. Although my lectures start tomorrow, most people don't arrive until next Saturday, so any films, plays and concerts that might be happening on campus presumably aren't, and I'm feeling very anti-social anyway: I'm tired, talked-out from the previous week, and guess what? Fresher's Flu: The York Edition has already stuffed my sinuses and blocked my throat! I can't really be bothered getting to know my housemates when we're only going to be together for a week; nor do I have the mental energy to Go To A Bar And Hope Someone Talks To Me; and there's thus far been no sign of alternative folk. The library isn't open, I don't really feel like exploring the city today, since I'll have to go on a weekday anyway to sort my insurance out, and I don't really fancy going into town on my own to see fillums. So I've just been reading my hideously expensive "Intelligent Data Analysis" book and wondering why I've only got 68k of hard disk space, which isn't even enough to use my e-mail account. Oh well: life will all get going soon. And I'm seeing Motorhead on 14th October.