Ack! There is a terrible picture of me grinning like a complete lunapath in the campus newspaper!

Yesterday, I didn't feed the ducks because feeding myself proved difficult enough. I had to evacuate my temporary house by 9.30. I left most of my stuff at a coursemate's house, then waited in the computer room until I could get the key to my new room. I didn't manage this until about 2. Then I retrieved my other stuff (in two journeys). Then I chatted to one of my new corridor mates. Then, because I hadn't had time to shower that morning, I had one. Then I went to the campus shop to get food, before it shut. So it was 5pm by the time I had lunch!

In the evening, I went to another goth night with aforementioned goth bloke (who has now been mentioned often enough to merit a name - his name, in fact, which is Alex) and one of his friends. The goth scene here isn't quite as good as I'm making it sound - one night is fortnightly, two are once a month, I think, and a fourth is every two months - but there's approximately one a week, which is infinitely better than Canterbury, graced with a only goth hour at The Pit once a month. If the equipment is working. (Canterbury seems to have a better metal scene though, and The Pit has, this year, become a two-room event, so I'm not wholly switching allegiances.)

Anyway, it was very good, and despite Alex and friend's offers of alcymahol and my throat being so sore I literally couldn't greet one of my corridor mates when I awoke this morning, I stuck to water.


Monday 6 October 2003

My feed foul fowl experiments have been abandoned for the moment cos I can't be bothered.

I had a phonecall from meinen olden schoolen frienden Chris yesterday. He is living with his parents again. He tells me that one of meinen other olden schoolen friendens, Will, is also living with his parents again and working in Marks And Spencers. Thus, of The Old Gang O Six, four of us are living at home, three working minimum wage jobs despite obtaining decent degrees. (Smill is still at university too.) Encouraging, innit?

My proper lectures began today. I had three in quick succession and they all gave me homework. I've just done the first piece: write a three-minute presentation about a species of archaebacteria. (I chose methanobacterium thermoautotrophicum.) Considering my serious lack of biological knoweledge, this understandably took two and a half hours. This is clearly where work begins in earnest, alas


Wednesday 8 October 2003

My subconscious is seemingly obsessed with my livejournal acquaintance bridge_troll, for no obvious reason. Last night I dreamed he, I and some random people were breaking into a school. The night before, I dreamed I was on the run from the police, for no crime other than tripping over people's feet and not returning phonecalls. I went into a run down block of flats, with some thirteen year old chav girls to whom I was trying to explain the appeal of arthouse cinema. We went to a flat where bridge_troll lived with a couple in their late twenties. Despite not really wanting to, I started having sex with bridge_troll, but halfway through, when the police started hammering on the door, we stopped and the couple sprayed us with this gas which made us unconscious for seven years. When we came to, we were eight years younger than we actually are, and I went to a dinner party held by the large Russian family who lived next door.

Yesterday evening, I met up with the Lunatic Fringe, York's answer to UKC's Rock Societyyyyyy. We went to a rock night at a club called Ziggy's, about which I have heard much, all of it bad. Indeed, it was very crowded and they played a load of bumph, but they played just about enough Tunes to ensure that I'll be back.


Friday 10 October 2003

Today, in my shared kitchen, I noticed some washing up liquid called "Purple Herbal". Herbal washing up liquid? Why?

And what the beep is a "Wash And Dry Energy Station", something every college here seems to possess? Is "laundrette" not politically correct anymore?