flu

As the title hints, I've finally been struck down with Fresher's flu. It's ridiculously annoying because it's affected me just when my CFS has been playing up, so it's a double whammy. I'd at least like to be able to read, you know? So I could do some sort of work while being knocked for six.

University

Well I haven't blogged here for quite a while, mostly due to laziness and internet trouble cursing me for the last two weeks.

So, in the last two months I've arrived at University in Liverpool, spent three weeks in Halls and have started to get into the swing of University life. Been out a few times, done the obligatory early morning tutorial hungover and read an awful lot. Mostly university reading, which means I don't have time to read the smallish stack of books I brought up here to read recreationally. At the moment I'm having to get through about 2 plays, 2/3 secondary texts for Drama and I'm aiming for 2 books a week on Philosophy of Language.

The largest shock here has, I suppose, been living in Halls. The noise and the constant demand to socialise has been the most difficult to accommodate as although I'm usually reasonably sociable, I do enjoy peace and quiet. It's generally quiet in the mornings though, the compulsory student hangover kills any early birds that may be lurking within the halls.

Talking of birds, there's a lovely stream visible out of the kitchen and my bedroom's window that's populated by a few moorhen and duck families. As the path going by our block doesn't get used much (ours being the furthest in this direction) they often come up to right under the window. It's a lovely sight to see.

As I've mentioned before, I was without internet for 10 days. Internet being rather essential to the modern student, with all our tutorial, timetable, lecture and workshop materials being on VITAL (the student blackboard system) this necessitated frequent trips to the University Library. The Library being a 15minute bus ride away, my cfs kicked in with the frequency of the trips. Not fun. Not fun at all. It seems to be mostly fixed now, there's just the occasional outage.

Back.

Back from London and Great Missenden. I'll give a short overview.

Cocktails, Alex James nearly running me over, meteors, ridiculous amounts of wine, SaTC, Tapas and Harvey Nics.

I miss it all already.

Oh golly gosh

Do you think by starting like that I sound like a massive pretentious arse? I do, you say? Excellent! It's always good to keep in character.

I noticed I hadn't updated this in around 20 days, and that seemed a bit bad considering that when I started this, I had the intention of keeping it fairly updated. Such a gap can't be tolerated. In my defence, nothing that exciting has been going on in my day to day life. I think I've updated you all on the medical 'OH GOD THERE'S SOMETHING PRESSING ON MY EYE' problems that're going to be checked out. I should probably be terrified about that, but it doesn't seem particularly real.

On a more positive note, I'm off to London and the country in just under a week. Exciting stuff!

Air hockey,

Air hockey is surprisingly fun. Met up with James around 1.30, him being a few hours late after Harwood overslept, the lazy git. Drunk a lot of coffee and played some long neglected pool. I'm still a flukey bastard. After that, well I managed to successfully decline bowling and instead played some air hockey for the first time. It's pretty fun, certainly requires deft hand-eye coordination, which is not particularly my forté, though I won more games of that than I did pool.

Also bought a few new books as I had a few hours to spare before James got into town. At least that's my excuse. If you're interested, they are:

The old man and the sea

A handful of dust

Labyrinths.

I'm planning on taking a module in Modernism in the second semester of the coming academic year, so I can sort of excuse the buying of the second text with that. I do think, however, that at the current rate of buying a few books every time I go in to town, I'll soon be broke, so I'd better slow down. However hard I'm going to find that. Don't blame me, they're addictive!

Illness

Earlier this month, I had the pleasure of spending around five hours in a terminally hot Hospital in London. Packed to the brim, there wasn't really anywhere to sit down, let alone in any sort of comfort. Still, the air conditioning worked, if you were close enough to it. What was the outcome of this expedition to Moorfields you may ask? Well long story short, with a brief mention of ultrasound scanning of my eyes, it turns out I need a scan to find out why exactly one eye is tilting a way it shouldn't be. Yes, that does have the implication you think it does. I can't pretend I didn't have a few hours where I worried a bit, but I've had so many MRI scans, or other scares in the past that I feel surprisingly pretty relaxed about this. I'm finding it more stressful to sort out the damned appointment than any prospective results.

On a side note, that hospital was featured in the day of the triffids 60's film adaptation.

Pointless entry,.

Bored, tired, 2am. Should probably be sleeping, but the effort of walking over is too much.