Menelaos is now married to Helen
Paris has changed his location to Menelaos’ house
Helen likes this
Paris likes this
Paris and Helen are now friends
Paris and Helen are now in a relationship
Menelaos *dislike
Helen has changed her location to Troy
Menelaos has become a fan of “Declaring war on wife-stealing bitches”
Ten greek friends like this
Menelaos, Achilleus, Odysseus and fifty other greek friends have been tagged in the note “War on Troy”
Menelaos, Achilleus, Odysseus and fifty other greek friends have added “War” to their activities
Menelaos, Achilleus, Odysseus and fifty other greek friends have changed their location to “Outside Troy”
Paris: .......fuck
Criseyed has changed her relationship status to “married”
Criseyed is now single
Criseyed has joined the group “I
Calkas has added “forseeing the future” to hisactivities
Calkas has changed his location to The Greek Camp
Criseyed: *dislike
Criseyed has joined the group “Awkward moment when your father abandons you in a beseiged city”
Criseyed and Hector are now friends
Troilus and Pandarus are now friends
Troilus has added “Making fun of people in love” to his activities
God of love: *dislike
God of love has tagged Troilus in his note “Teaching arrogant douchebags to have proper respect”
God of love has added “Shooting people in the eye” to his activities
Troilus and Criseyed have changed their location to The Temple
Criseyed has joined the group “The awkward moment when random guys stare at you”
Troilus has added “Crying in rooms” to his activities
Troilus has tagged Criseyed in his note “Love at first sight”
Pandarus likes this
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Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Thursday, 24 November 2011
So we have finally had The Talk.
And, no, not the "Where do babies come from?" Talk, or the "I'm pregnant/married/gay" Talk, or even the "Yes, I do like you as more than a friend, and yes, those annymous calls you've been getting every day ARE all from me" Talk.
No, it's WAY more important than that.
It is instead the "Who are you going to live with?" Talk; in other words, THE most important conversation any student will ever have in their....well, lives is a bit extreme, but seriously...it's big.
And it's decided: not all of our hall, but some of our hall, are going to stick together. There are 11 of us here, with one kitchen + one general living/dining area, plus a bedroom and bathroom each, and of that, six of us (five girls, one boy) are staying together, with potentially one other boy whom none of us know yet, joining us.
Apparently, he is an amazing and enthusiastic cook, and that is all I need to know about him for the present.
My friend did show...lets say surprise, when she found out I was in: she said she thought I'd be with some of my "englishy friends", and in a way, I agree with her because I HAD sort of assumed I would live with people on my course at one point.
But honestly? I'm not sure it would work. It SOUNDS good....but, as another friend shrewdly pointed out, we would be living together, working together, travelling, studying together...and do we really want that?
And I see her point because honestly? I get bored with most things, and people, after long enough.
I know my flatmates. I know I can live with them. They don't irritate me; we have stuff to talk about, and we've been out together a lot since coming here, so it's safe to say that we'd be able to make sharing a flat work.
Wheras my course friends? I know them....but I don't. Because you never really know someone until you live with them, and I'd hate to get a flat together...and then to realise that they are horribly messy. Or no fun to get ready for a night out with. Or....I don't know, just annoying. (I'm sure that isn't true of any of them. But let's not risk things.)
So....on to stage 2: the house hunting! Lets hope we find somewhere pretty =)
And, no, not the "Where do babies come from?" Talk, or the "I'm pregnant/married/gay" Talk, or even the "Yes, I do like you as more than a friend, and yes, those annymous calls you've been getting every day ARE all from me" Talk.
No, it's WAY more important than that.
It is instead the "Who are you going to live with?" Talk; in other words, THE most important conversation any student will ever have in their....well, lives is a bit extreme, but seriously...it's big.
And it's decided: not all of our hall, but some of our hall, are going to stick together. There are 11 of us here, with one kitchen + one general living/dining area, plus a bedroom and bathroom each, and of that, six of us (five girls, one boy) are staying together, with potentially one other boy whom none of us know yet, joining us.
Apparently, he is an amazing and enthusiastic cook, and that is all I need to know about him for the present.
My friend did show...lets say surprise, when she found out I was in: she said she thought I'd be with some of my "englishy friends", and in a way, I agree with her because I HAD sort of assumed I would live with people on my course at one point.
But honestly? I'm not sure it would work. It SOUNDS good....but, as another friend shrewdly pointed out, we would be living together, working together, travelling, studying together...and do we really want that?
And I see her point because honestly? I get bored with most things, and people, after long enough.
I know my flatmates. I know I can live with them. They don't irritate me; we have stuff to talk about, and we've been out together a lot since coming here, so it's safe to say that we'd be able to make sharing a flat work.
Wheras my course friends? I know them....but I don't. Because you never really know someone until you live with them, and I'd hate to get a flat together...and then to realise that they are horribly messy. Or no fun to get ready for a night out with. Or....I don't know, just annoying. (I'm sure that isn't true of any of them. But let's not risk things.)
So....on to stage 2: the house hunting! Lets hope we find somewhere pretty =)
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
In case you were wondering...
Yes.....the old blog that I kept up for all of about 3 posts, under the name of Lisa is still there because I have no idea how to delete it.
JumpIntoTheFog is the currant one =)
JumpIntoTheFog is the currant one =)
Musings...
I just realised something.
Those people who decided upon the makeup and clothing ect of the cat Harry Potter?
WHY did you decide to make Hermione all pretty?
I mean, at least she was ICONIC before. We could RELATE to her. She was the hope for all of us who don’t feel pretty enough, don’t feel popular enough, or even all that likeable- she made it possible for us to say:
“You know what? Maybe i’m not good enough for you, but FUCK YOU because one day, i’ll be a WITCH”
Now she’s just gone over the fence, into the land of pretty people, where she has been welcomed with open arms….
Yes...I know Emma Watson can't help it that she is incredibly beautiful. But it till feels somewhat like betrayal to me.
I miss being able to identify with Hermione.
Now, from being brave, and goodhearted, and an activist, and intelligent, and loyal, the character of Hermione will be remembered simply as A Pretty Girl.
I haven’t felt this dissillusioned since I found out that Imtiaz Dharker was straight, that Roald Dahl was dead, and that the tomatoe is really a fruit…
Those people who decided upon the makeup and clothing ect of the cat Harry Potter?
WHY did you decide to make Hermione all pretty?
I mean, at least she was ICONIC before. We could RELATE to her. She was the hope for all of us who don’t feel pretty enough, don’t feel popular enough, or even all that likeable- she made it possible for us to say:
“You know what? Maybe i’m not good enough for you, but FUCK YOU because one day, i’ll be a WITCH”
Now she’s just gone over the fence, into the land of pretty people, where she has been welcomed with open arms….
Yes...I know Emma Watson can't help it that she is incredibly beautiful. But it till feels somewhat like betrayal to me.
I miss being able to identify with Hermione.
Now, from being brave, and goodhearted, and an activist, and intelligent, and loyal, the character of Hermione will be remembered simply as A Pretty Girl.
I haven’t felt this dissillusioned since I found out that Imtiaz Dharker was straight, that Roald Dahl was dead, and that the tomatoe is really a fruit…
After a seminar.....
…. you begin to appreaciate things.
Writing an essay on A Room Of Ones Own makes me think about the things Woolf was writing about.
It makes you realise just how far we have come, it makes me realise how lucky I am- as lucky as Woolfs protagonist felt when she reflected on her newfound inheritance.
I am lucky to be here- and by here, I mean a heated, comfortable, spacious bedroom at a prestigous University. I am lucky that I am here, despite being a woman. Despite being a POOR woman.
I have the proverbial 'room on ones own' to study in, I have the books and materials and time and quiet and approval from society that Judith Shakespeare lacked.
I have the financial independence that Woolfs heroine dreamt of; I have societys blessing to “heave the coal” or “drive the engines”.
Aeroplanes and women are both commonplace now.
I am incredibly lucky to have nothing- physical or psychological around me that would so much as hint that women and men are not equal (this excludes the fundamentalist-blogs I pursue for my own amusement) (espeacially since I know that lots of other women in the UK do put up with sexism and inequality on a day to day basis).
I am lucky to be around people who, should a man voice the opinion that women are less than men, that we should 'know our place' or something like that, would immeadialty castiagate him for his opinion.
If Virginia Woolfe was still alive, I’d like to invite her here.
I'd like to bring her into my room, my room with my desk, my laptop, my bookshelves, and offer her a seat.
I'd like to let her look around, and I'd and say “Look. Look at us all. This is how far we have come”.
(Before anyone can comment, I'd like to say that I am fully aware how privileged I am. I know that sexim still exists in the UK. I'm not claiming the fight is over.)
Writing an essay on A Room Of Ones Own makes me think about the things Woolf was writing about.
It makes you realise just how far we have come, it makes me realise how lucky I am- as lucky as Woolfs protagonist felt when she reflected on her newfound inheritance.
I am lucky to be here- and by here, I mean a heated, comfortable, spacious bedroom at a prestigous University. I am lucky that I am here, despite being a woman. Despite being a POOR woman.
I have the proverbial 'room on ones own' to study in, I have the books and materials and time and quiet and approval from society that Judith Shakespeare lacked.
I have the financial independence that Woolfs heroine dreamt of; I have societys blessing to “heave the coal” or “drive the engines”.
Aeroplanes and women are both commonplace now.
I am incredibly lucky to have nothing- physical or psychological around me that would so much as hint that women and men are not equal (this excludes the fundamentalist-blogs I pursue for my own amusement) (espeacially since I know that lots of other women in the UK do put up with sexism and inequality on a day to day basis).
I am lucky to be around people who, should a man voice the opinion that women are less than men, that we should 'know our place' or something like that, would immeadialty castiagate him for his opinion.
If Virginia Woolfe was still alive, I’d like to invite her here.
I'd like to bring her into my room, my room with my desk, my laptop, my bookshelves, and offer her a seat.
I'd like to let her look around, and I'd and say “Look. Look at us all. This is how far we have come”.
(Before anyone can comment, I'd like to say that I am fully aware how privileged I am. I know that sexim still exists in the UK. I'm not claiming the fight is over.)
How much can a song affect you?
A lot, as it turns out.
Because even after missing the anti-sweatshop fashion walk (because my Medieval/Renaissance Lit. seminar was a bitch and overran, and i had to literally bite my tongue to stop myself jumping up and being all “Look, not that i don’t love talking about the weirdly incestous/ anti-feminist bits in Troilus and Criseyed but i’m meant to be taking my clothes off on the Piazza five minutes ago”), and thanking god that i didnt ruin any clothes for nothing, I still had the weirdest sense of jubilation all day...
I was litening to Jump Into The Fog on repeat (Yes, the inspiration for this blogs name, in case you aren't a Wombats fan), and it was so weird.
It was as if my body said:
“Look. I KNOW you have no reason to be this buzzed. I KNOW you don’t have any where to go until Friday, I KNOW nothing special is going on, I KNOW its just another day of Uni, with the “seminar/lecture/seminar/lecture/librarylibrarylibrary cycle, the not doing work and procrastination, the wishing you had nice clothes that are way too expensive, the being annoyed that you dont even have any alcohol left anyomore, since your flatmates obviously heard "Please don't drink my Malibu" as "Please consider anything left on the kitchen table as communally owned", and the omg-I-hate-having-no-money-and-why-is-it-sofreakin’-cold??…….
but…..
i’m going to give you everything that goes with excitement anyway: heartrate increased and lots of energy and tingly toes and huge sense of hope, just becaue this song is so, so good.”
So i basically went around high all day. (Or, in a state of euphoria. No, I wasn't actually high. It's an expression.)
It was amazing: going to my MWL lecture, feeling like I was going to Glastonbury. Giving in my essay was the most fun ever. Making dinner made me want to dance around the kitchen. Seriously.
It was really really nice. I think this is what is known as a natural high.
But isn't it amazing?
One day, some human beings at down, and opened their mouths to sing particular words in a particular order, while plucking the strings stretched across a peice of wood in a particular order, in order to make sounds.
And these sounds were enough to invoke incredibly strong feelings of anticipation, happiness and hope in me, for no other reason than that these sounds were pleasing to me.
Isn't that fantastic?
Because even after missing the anti-sweatshop fashion walk (because my Medieval/Renaissance Lit. seminar was a bitch and overran, and i had to literally bite my tongue to stop myself jumping up and being all “Look, not that i don’t love talking about the weirdly incestous/ anti-feminist bits in Troilus and Criseyed but i’m meant to be taking my clothes off on the Piazza five minutes ago”), and thanking god that i didnt ruin any clothes for nothing, I still had the weirdest sense of jubilation all day...
I was litening to Jump Into The Fog on repeat (Yes, the inspiration for this blogs name, in case you aren't a Wombats fan), and it was so weird.
It was as if my body said:
“Look. I KNOW you have no reason to be this buzzed. I KNOW you don’t have any where to go until Friday, I KNOW nothing special is going on, I KNOW its just another day of Uni, with the “seminar/lecture/seminar/lecture/librarylibrarylibrary cycle, the not doing work and procrastination, the wishing you had nice clothes that are way too expensive, the being annoyed that you dont even have any alcohol left anyomore, since your flatmates obviously heard "Please don't drink my Malibu" as "Please consider anything left on the kitchen table as communally owned", and the omg-I-hate-having-no-money-and-why-is-it-sofreakin’-cold??…….
but…..
i’m going to give you everything that goes with excitement anyway: heartrate increased and lots of energy and tingly toes and huge sense of hope, just becaue this song is so, so good.”
So i basically went around high all day. (Or, in a state of euphoria. No, I wasn't actually high. It's an expression.)
It was amazing: going to my MWL lecture, feeling like I was going to Glastonbury. Giving in my essay was the most fun ever. Making dinner made me want to dance around the kitchen. Seriously.
It was really really nice. I think this is what is known as a natural high.
But isn't it amazing?
One day, some human beings at down, and opened their mouths to sing particular words in a particular order, while plucking the strings stretched across a peice of wood in a particular order, in order to make sounds.
And these sounds were enough to invoke incredibly strong feelings of anticipation, happiness and hope in me, for no other reason than that these sounds were pleasing to me.
Isn't that fantastic?
Can't sleep...can't work...
So its Pride Week here at Warwick.
A few fliers up on the walls, and a Pride banner in the Piazza, is basically all i’ve seen of it so far, though. I know a whole bunch of stuff is meant to be going on, though. It's a big campus_maybe i've just missed it.
I was talking about this to a friend about this the other day.
We were killing time before our Modern World Lit. lecture (i.e uncomfortably warm room, and right before most people start thinking about dinner. the result is fairly sketchy notes + some pretty impressive doodles of elephants wearing hats).
This came up sometime after our discussion about how we could become Park Gremlins (and should: since it has been impressed upon us many times how useless our degrees will be once we have actually gone out into the real world, this would probably constitute a wise career choice. After all, it's either that or street performers), and after realising that capes make everything cool and interesting (any scene from history, any person, would be improved if capes were involved. Now just let the simple truth of that sink in. Okay, done?)
I saw the Pride Banner and pointed it out.
Becuase it just occured to me... that Pride is cool and that, but how its normally something that is needed more in places where it ISNT okay to be out: a small village in the Midlands, for example. Or the bible belt of the USA.
I mean here, everyone is just okay with whatever_everyone is pretty liberal. Gay, Straight, Bi....It's just a non issue. I mean that not in that it isn't talked about, just that it isn't talked about much more than sexuality in itself is talked about: everyone talks about past romances, and people they're crushing on, and thing like that, but everyone- gay, straight, bi- joins in equally and without reservation.
If you want to go to a gay bar, then you do. If you go on a Pride rally or something, then you do. It's treated in the same way that going on political rallys are: with mild interest, and general positive feeling, but not something that causes shock or surprise, or that prompts a dicusion about whether it is "right" or "natural" or not.
But I think its easy to forget how sheltered it is here. On campus, we’re isolated in our own little bubble, away from the general idiocy of the outside world. We’re in a place where most responses to Pride Week are: Cool…have you got a light? (Which is the response to most things, including the recession and global warming), and you can forget that anyone anywhere would have a problem with something as natural as love.
You can forget that homophobia is still strong in the UK, and in the USA.
You can forget that University is probably the minority, when you look at how the world treats people who are gay.
It's just so....tempting, to live only in your own personal bubble of liberal friends, liberal lecturers, liberal parents and family.
It's so much nicer in the bubble than in the cold, hard real world, you see....
A few fliers up on the walls, and a Pride banner in the Piazza, is basically all i’ve seen of it so far, though. I know a whole bunch of stuff is meant to be going on, though. It's a big campus_maybe i've just missed it.
I was talking about this to a friend about this the other day.
We were killing time before our Modern World Lit. lecture (i.e uncomfortably warm room, and right before most people start thinking about dinner. the result is fairly sketchy notes + some pretty impressive doodles of elephants wearing hats).
This came up sometime after our discussion about how we could become Park Gremlins (and should: since it has been impressed upon us many times how useless our degrees will be once we have actually gone out into the real world, this would probably constitute a wise career choice. After all, it's either that or street performers), and after realising that capes make everything cool and interesting (any scene from history, any person, would be improved if capes were involved. Now just let the simple truth of that sink in. Okay, done?)
I saw the Pride Banner and pointed it out.
Becuase it just occured to me... that Pride is cool and that, but how its normally something that is needed more in places where it ISNT okay to be out: a small village in the Midlands, for example. Or the bible belt of the USA.
I mean here, everyone is just okay with whatever_everyone is pretty liberal. Gay, Straight, Bi....It's just a non issue. I mean that not in that it isn't talked about, just that it isn't talked about much more than sexuality in itself is talked about: everyone talks about past romances, and people they're crushing on, and thing like that, but everyone- gay, straight, bi- joins in equally and without reservation.
If you want to go to a gay bar, then you do. If you go on a Pride rally or something, then you do. It's treated in the same way that going on political rallys are: with mild interest, and general positive feeling, but not something that causes shock or surprise, or that prompts a dicusion about whether it is "right" or "natural" or not.
But I think its easy to forget how sheltered it is here. On campus, we’re isolated in our own little bubble, away from the general idiocy of the outside world. We’re in a place where most responses to Pride Week are: Cool…have you got a light? (Which is the response to most things, including the recession and global warming), and you can forget that anyone anywhere would have a problem with something as natural as love.
You can forget that homophobia is still strong in the UK, and in the USA.
You can forget that University is probably the minority, when you look at how the world treats people who are gay.
It's just so....tempting, to live only in your own personal bubble of liberal friends, liberal lecturers, liberal parents and family.
It's so much nicer in the bubble than in the cold, hard real world, you see....
Blogging And All That Jazz
To mark how incredibly adult I am (I have keys! I have credit cards! I'm not living at home! I own plates and saucepans!), I am moving from Tumblr to the big wide world of blogging.
This may also have something to do with the fact that that nobody seems to know wtf Tumblr actually is....
This blog doen't really have much of a purpose, except general entertainment for anyone who may stumble across it, writing practise for me, and.....well, thats about it.
Who knows? Probably i will get no followers (since I am going all Blanche DuBois and relying on the kindness of strangers....it didnt work for her and it probably wont work for me...) but it's all good.
Some things about me, since people tend to post this stuff:
19/ female/ Libra/ English
University/ undergraduate/ English Lit.
Feminist/ Green Party/ Partial socialist/ Atheist
Pro-abortion/ pro-marriage equality (a in, everyone should have the right to marry whoever they love, although I am aware that some bigot have tried to call themselves the same thing)
I'm going to repost some of my old thing from Tumblr, to give an idea of how I write =)
This may also have something to do with the fact that that nobody seems to know wtf Tumblr actually is....
This blog doen't really have much of a purpose, except general entertainment for anyone who may stumble across it, writing practise for me, and.....well, thats about it.
Who knows? Probably i will get no followers (since I am going all Blanche DuBois and relying on the kindness of strangers....it didnt work for her and it probably wont work for me...) but it's all good.
Some things about me, since people tend to post this stuff:
19/ female/ Libra/ English
University/ undergraduate/ English Lit.
Feminist/ Green Party/ Partial socialist/ Atheist
Pro-abortion/ pro-marriage equality (a in, everyone should have the right to marry whoever they love, although I am aware that some bigot have tried to call themselves the same thing)
I'm going to repost some of my old thing from Tumblr, to give an idea of how I write =)
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