The lady doth protest too much, methinks

I am so very stuck on this bit of Latin. The annoying thing about Latin is that a lot of the time, I know what all the words mean, but they still don't make sense put together. It's the rearranging of it that takes the time. Grr. I'm only a 1/3 of the way through the passage, too.

I love living in London so much! On my birthday last week we went and had Chinese food at half midnight, and not only was the restaurant open with people in it, but there was actually a big table with businessmen sitting around it having a meeting. At half midnight. In a Chinese restaurant. On the bus at half 2 last night, it was as crowded as it is in the rush hour; as a recovered insomniac, I absolutely love the whole city-that-never-sleeps thing. And going over bridges at night is always lovely, what with the lights on the water and all.

REVAMP ALERT

I've changed my design and I'd like to think I'm back online for good now. I've got my beautiful shiny new laptop which can actually handle the internet, unlike my old computer, and all the stuff that was making me stressed (at least, almost all) has gone away now.

My flatmate Saif, who we thought had been kidnapped or something awful, may have just come in. Someone came in anyway, and it's too early for Ashiv, he's never in before 4.

I was playing Brahms 2 earlier, it was awesome. I've never liked a 2nd horn part so much. And it's really good for my transposition, it skips around from D to Bb basso and back again. The King's orchestra is satisfyingly good. Not intimidatingly full of 3rd year music students who are all prodigies, but not full of first year idiots either. I am a first year idiot, and so I am qualified to say this.

Ooh, and I've rediscovered iceskating! I've been 3 times in my whole life, and the last 2 times have been in Bayswater. Romantic and picturesque, I know...
I haven't fallen over yet, and I can go fast enough to not annoy people. It's so much fun! My friends have to drag me away when they want to leave. I'd happily go round and round all night. There was a guy with us though who had someone skate over his finger when he'd fallen over...there was blood all over the ice and it scared the crap out of me.

I was about to write a lovely long blog post, but then noticed that it's just gone 11 and I have a lecture at 12 so I should really think about leaving.
Yawn.

Oh bugger. Teaching starts on Thursday and I need to run to Blackwell's on Charing Cross Road to grab my textbooks. Buying the said textbooks will mean I can't afford to eat for the next 3 weeks, but hey! At least I might lose a bit of weight...

The things we do for an education. I fucking hate the Labour government. They didn't have to starve so they could learn, but for some reason they forget that. And now they want to push up fees even more. I wonder what they would do if they had £695 to live on for 13 weeks?

Arseholes.

Well, hooray! I'm at uni! I've officially enrolled and everything. I'm at King's College London reading Classics...I got AABC at A level, A - English Lit, A - Ancient History, B - Latin and C - Music, which stinks but oh well. Horrible old Mrs Goodman fucked my life over with that one, but I'm trying to believe in karma. Someday she will realise she should have actually taught me!

My room is not actually as small as I was expecting; there's more floor space than in my room at home, for a start. My main problem is the smallness of my wardrobe. I'm a girl, for goodness' sake. I need more than a poky cupboard. Oh and the bathroom is hilarious, it's so small that the shower (in the European style - just a stick poking out of the wall, with a slightly sloped floor but no division) is dangerously close to the toilet. So much so, that the shower curtain is hung the other side of it. Allows for multitasking, I suppose, though I hope I'm never THAT pushed for time.

I'm also officially impoverished. I got £2779 in my bank account yesterday from the Student Loans Company. Sounds great, but £2064.80 of that is leaving straight away in rent. That's just for ONE TERM. The mind boggles.

Ooh, I have chocolate cornflake cakes. And orange juice. I think a 37-minutes-past-1 snack is in order.

Till Alex is back from Faliraki. And I'm not freaking out as much as I thought, as I got a really nice text from him last night

Last night we had our prom, and then we all went on to the club down the road. It was so much fun! I haven't ever danced so much in one night, though that might have been something to do with my discovery of Goldschlager shots earlier in the evening...48% alcohol, £2.20 a shot. Bargain. It'd be rude not to, really.
It would have been so much better if Alex was there though. For some reason my circle of friends seemed to include every single couple present, so I was stuck with a load of people drooling over each other (not that I wouldn't have done the same!) while I tried to cheerfully dance with the rare single ones. It was still really fun though. And there was a Scottish man dressed as a Viking who seemed to pick up on the fact that my friend's boyfriend is a pacifist-to-extremes and unlikely to hit him, and so was following her around.
Aren't I all growed up, discovering clubbing!

Ick. It's so damn hot. Usually I love the heat, but this morning I woke up feeling a little bit funny, my hearing still woolly (but clear enough to hear the sadistic man outside HAMMERING at 8.30 in the morning ) having had to share a bed with one of my friends and it was the most miserable morning I've had in ages! It was so hot, I was out of breath from sleeping!

Oh crap. I have a concert tomorrow and I haven't played in so long. And we're doing Firebird, and I'm playing 1st horn, and I'm going to screw up the solo, and....
I think I'd better play for a bit now. Damnit.

Also, I talk to much. Well, write too much.

...But...I only just realised that I liked some of his music the other day!
And now the more insensitive of my friends are bombarding me with inappropriate jokes. Ah, the circle of life.

My lovely boyfriend Alex is going to Faliraki on Saturday night and his phone's just exploded. He can't afford to buy a new one, and so he'll just be without a phone.
As it's Faliraki, and three 18 year old boys, even though I trust him and I know he wouldn't cheat on me I can't help really wishing he would be just a text away, rather than a call-to-his-friend-and-request-to-talk-to-him away. Plus I know that his intentions are completely good, but I know how strong an influence his friends have on him; that's the only reason I'm nervous about his holiday, that they might tell him to forget about me as we're only together until we go to uni anyway and go for it with some random slag in a club.
Ok, so the week between this and next Saturday my imagination will be running riot every evening. Like that ^

Ooh but I'm so glad I've finished school for good now. I was shopping all day with my friend in Portsmouth and I'm completely knackered but it was good fun!

Also, yesterday I discovered that sea + sun + sand + strawberries + boyfriend is a very agreeable combination. I also discovered that cherries + sand + sea is less so.

I want to go to Japan.

Fucksake, what is wrong with me?? I seem to be physically incapable of working today, when I have exams Tuesday and Wednesday and I'VE HAD ALL DAY TO REVISE!
I suppose psychologists might say I'm deliberately sabotaging myself. I say I need a kick up the arse.

...until I finish my exams! I actually cannot wait, not because I have any deep-seated loathing of 6th form, but because I get to read/write whatever I want over the summer. I haven't written in so long I'm almost scared to start again because it'll be so awful. I started a complete ad-lib thing last night, in a tiny notebook with a scratchy fountain pen at midnight (oh how poetic!) but I think I'll have to copy it onto the computer and do things to it before I can decide if it's any good.
My mum said something to me the other day that really made me worry: using online writing forums etc. could get you your work stolen. That had honestly never occurred to me before, mainly because I don't see anyone actually wanting to steal my ideas. But now if something's actually any good I might restrict it to WEbook.com, which is the only one with a decent policy for preventing that.
On the plus side though, I'll be able to read anything and everything I can get my hands on without the slightest hint of guilt. If this summer has the nice weather they're predicting, it could be the best summer ever.

Oohhhh dear. It's already 2pm and I've done NO latin as yet today. Maybe I'll do some Ovid translation just to make sure I'm good and scared for the unseen exam on Tuesday