Yesterday... all my troubles seemed so far away...
Yesterday was truely lovely. Woke up, and lay in bed doing the reading for my essay from 8.30 - 11, with breaks for things like breakfast (which was a bowl of crunchynut cornflakes, instead of the more characteristic meal of "whatever happens to be lying around and looks chocolatly") and coffee. By then, Sarah's brother had woken up, so I could actually get into my room to access my clothes (bad forward planning, Sally...) and appreciate the weather with shorts and a summery top. (This morning I'm thinking that a top with more sleeves would have been a better idea, but hey, sunburn in April, that's pretty cool, right?)
Cycled into town, sat in New Hall gardens ploughing through more of the RB convection stuff. Then went to the CULES auditions - there's a nice set of scripts there, all from people who haven't written for CULES before, and I'm impressed. Had great fun auditioning (it's been a while since I acted, and the good thing about auditions is you get to pretend to be the main part, if only for a little while) and now have my heart set on something unlikely again... but I think I don't care too much. Being the star would be great, but there are lots of new people out there who deserve the juicy parts so they can fall in love with CULES and keep it going. Besides, I act like "Sally acting", and if that's what the part wants I'm great at it, and if it's not... *shrug* I'm not saying I'm completely undirectable, just that I've become a little bit of a stereotype of myself. We shall see.
Sat around in the gardens some more, reading RB stuff, saw Dave Thornally (my old head boy) and compaired lives (both planning to hang around and do PhDs). Then went into town to pick up my lovely, new expensive shoes*, went to Newnham, did some more essay reading, went to Lauras party, ate bbq food, drank pimms and lemonade, and a rather interesting bayleys and tia maria cocktail. Jo and Derek came over (after I'd checked with L she didn't mind, as it seemed far too much effort to leave the party to go back to Queens' to put Dereks mind at rest that I hadn't died and I was still his friend. Honestly, he's worse than my mother for chasing me up when I've just been busy for 3 days.)
Did a bit more reading, in a slightly mellower mood, and then went to the ceiledh, where I was relieved to find there were lots of people to dance with even though M wasn't there (he's in Lincoln). Slightly worried about Stu, who seems to be projecting a cloud of self imposed misery even more than usual** but it may just be exam term. Twas fun, and nice to see people who I don't see as often as I used to, but left early, in the hope of doing a little more reading before bed. Didn't happen, as I sat round and drank tea with Sarah's brother and his girlfriend instead, but ment it wasn't *too* late a night.
All in all it was one of those wonderful Cambridge summers day, when every tree is beautiful and just cycling through the city makes you want to sing. Also, I seem to have managed to do as much reading alternated by fun stuff as I've ever done reading alternating with spodding, so it was even a productive day...
This morning I've failed to go to chapel, failed to start writing essay, finished all the reading I'm going to do before I start writing the damn thing, and have enjoyed reliving yesterday.
*I'm not sure what it is with me, I don't have anything against cheap but shiney tat in most areas of my life, but my everyday shoes are where my natural snobbery comes out. I rationalise it by saying I have to wear them every day, and I do a lot of dancing, and sore feet are just generally miserable, but all the same I've become hellishly fussy, and it drives my mother mad (she likes treating me to stuff, but resents the amount of money I'll spend on shoes, and sees this as me stubbonly refusing to let her buy me shoes (that I wouldn't wear)) Anyway, I've found a decent replacement pair just as the current pair were starting to fall apart, and the shop assistent was actually lovely, interesting, helpful and compitent. Suppose that's what you'd expect with a biology degree from Edinburgh (or a name like Sally :-p). You have to worry about where all the jobs are...
** Me: "Do you want to dance"
Stu: "They said it was a jig"
Stu: "I don't dance jigs"
Me: *ponders* "But jig just means "In triple time" "
Stu: "I can't dance jigs."
At this point the nice woman from the round noticed my confusion and lack of willing partner, and dragged me off for what prooved to be the worlds longest ever strip the willow (as in, strip down one huuuuuge diagonal set, rather than dance the dance for a very long time. Well, both really) We got up to some quite impressive speed, although I did lead some people to confusion early on until I got into the habit of repeating "I'm a man" under my breath.