1) Yes, I AM back in the States. Since Saturday.
2) I do have notes from Italy and coming home but I won't be able to post them for a couple of weeks because of computer difficulties in getting notes from one computer to another.
3) But I will post them. Eventually.
4) Nothing else is happening. Really. I've been at home all this week and nothing is going on at all. So I didn't see a reason to post.
5) So If I don't post you'll know that I just have nothing to say, not that I'm just slacking off.
That's it. All I gotta say. Notes on the Italy trip and coming home will be posted as soon as I can.
Ta, which I will not stop using because I really like that word.
Bec
16.4.08
Goodbye Harlaxton, Hello Hot Mediterraean Sun
I'm managing to bang off one last post courtesy of the Harlaxton wireless service, but no more after today. We're leaving in about a half hour. I've checked out, I've given away my key, and stripped my room and what was my bed of all of my stuff.
I slept on a couch last night and got about 3 to 4 hours sleep; enough to make me function at the brain level of possibly a cow. Or maybe a sheep. I certainly don't have muscle coordination and don't even ask about trying to talk...
I can't say anything about this whole living in a manor thing, 'cause technically I'm still in it and haven't left yet. I need time to kind of get home and think back on it before I can really say anything. So no philosophy today. Ha.
That's about it, y'all. I won't, most likely, have wireless in Italy, so this may be my last post for a week and a half. But don't worry-I'll be taking notes on everything.
Gotta go!
Ta,
Bec
I slept on a couch last night and got about 3 to 4 hours sleep; enough to make me function at the brain level of possibly a cow. Or maybe a sheep. I certainly don't have muscle coordination and don't even ask about trying to talk...
I can't say anything about this whole living in a manor thing, 'cause technically I'm still in it and haven't left yet. I need time to kind of get home and think back on it before I can really say anything. So no philosophy today. Ha.
That's about it, y'all. I won't, most likely, have wireless in Italy, so this may be my last post for a week and a half. But don't worry-I'll be taking notes on everything.
Gotta go!
Ta,
Bec
Last Day At Harlaxton
Okay. We're only here till 6 tomorrow morning, so technically this IS my last full day here. Everybody is kind of sad; I'm kind of sad. Took pictures of stuff, signed the pipes twice in two different places. If someone I know ever comes here (sister, friend, daughter, granddaughter) I'll make them look for my siggies. Put up the best lines out of "Knights of Cydonia" by Muse, and a quote from Doctor Who Season 3, possibly the best one of the year-"Barefoot On The Moon!"
Finals are over; we're in the Bistro. I believe that several of these people are getting into the "slightly loose from alcohol" zone, possibly getting into tipsy. Some start early, others (like me) never even get started. Not even on the racetrack...
What else? I'm exhausted. About to become more so. I know things are getting ugly when I start dropping things all over. Muscle coordination goes phip! and there I am, trying to pick up my backpack and all my worldly possessions...
They're eating chips in front of me, but strangely I'm not hungry in the slightest. Just tired. Like it's going to get better when I don't sleep tonight thanks to having to get up at 4 IN THE MORNING. ECK.
Well, I'll try to write tomorrow morning if my brain will let me think that long. If not, I will write again probably two Sundays from now when I'm home, 22, and in a completely different time zone.
Ta,
Bec
Finals are over; we're in the Bistro. I believe that several of these people are getting into the "slightly loose from alcohol" zone, possibly getting into tipsy. Some start early, others (like me) never even get started. Not even on the racetrack...
What else? I'm exhausted. About to become more so. I know things are getting ugly when I start dropping things all over. Muscle coordination goes phip! and there I am, trying to pick up my backpack and all my worldly possessions...
They're eating chips in front of me, but strangely I'm not hungry in the slightest. Just tired. Like it's going to get better when I don't sleep tonight thanks to having to get up at 4 IN THE MORNING. ECK.
Well, I'll try to write tomorrow morning if my brain will let me think that long. If not, I will write again probably two Sundays from now when I'm home, 22, and in a completely different time zone.
Ta,
Bec
15.4.08
Been Busy
I've finished these things:
Two finals completed. Yay!
Gave away my maple syrup that's been collecting dust bunnies on my shelf for 4 months (I gave it to a worthy person)
Packed half of my things (still half to go)
Half my books are gone away, either by throwing them in a bonfire (goodbye, Roy Strong), giving them away (goodbye V for Vendetta), and tomorrow the other half are going to earn me cash.
Bought a pillow (paid too much for it, but must have something to support my sore arm on the plane home)
Bought a book (used Heinlein novel for the plane)
Tossed out my broken dress, gave away a shirt and that little bag that was driving me crazy.
Besides that, the wireless at the Carriage House has gone berserk and so I haven't been able to use it. It sucks. I can't read fic, I can't write anything online...and that would be why I haven't written in two days.
Also, my knuckle on my left pinky finger has swelled up and I have absolutely no idea why.
Oh wait. I do know why. Because someone is tossing their bad karma at ME again.
It's the left hand, not the right. The area around the knuckle, the knuckle itself, and the lower part of my finger are all decidedly puffy. Sometimes it feels like the finger is going to sleep (I'm assuming the pressure on the blood vessels in such a small area is causing the problem; same with my elbow on the OTHER side.)
It hurts a little but it's not extreme; for how much my body usually hurts this is practically papercut level.
What's frustrating is that it's the opposite side of where I've been having issues and it's got me wondering if this is a sign things are about to get bad again. I packed the sling and enough painkillers to take down a pack of elephants and their closest relatives.
I'm just hoping it holds off going boom until I get back home.
That's about it in my little world. I will probably write tomorrow, I'll write early Thursday (we don't leave until 6 AM. I assume sleeping is out of the question that night) and then you probably won't hear from me again until I'm home two Saturdays later. Maybe.
Ta,
Bec
Two finals completed. Yay!
Gave away my maple syrup that's been collecting dust bunnies on my shelf for 4 months (I gave it to a worthy person)
Packed half of my things (still half to go)
Half my books are gone away, either by throwing them in a bonfire (goodbye, Roy Strong), giving them away (goodbye V for Vendetta), and tomorrow the other half are going to earn me cash.
Bought a pillow (paid too much for it, but must have something to support my sore arm on the plane home)
Bought a book (used Heinlein novel for the plane)
Tossed out my broken dress, gave away a shirt and that little bag that was driving me crazy.
Besides that, the wireless at the Carriage House has gone berserk and so I haven't been able to use it. It sucks. I can't read fic, I can't write anything online...and that would be why I haven't written in two days.
Also, my knuckle on my left pinky finger has swelled up and I have absolutely no idea why.
Oh wait. I do know why. Because someone is tossing their bad karma at ME again.
It's the left hand, not the right. The area around the knuckle, the knuckle itself, and the lower part of my finger are all decidedly puffy. Sometimes it feels like the finger is going to sleep (I'm assuming the pressure on the blood vessels in such a small area is causing the problem; same with my elbow on the OTHER side.)
It hurts a little but it's not extreme; for how much my body usually hurts this is practically papercut level.
What's frustrating is that it's the opposite side of where I've been having issues and it's got me wondering if this is a sign things are about to get bad again. I packed the sling and enough painkillers to take down a pack of elephants and their closest relatives.
I'm just hoping it holds off going boom until I get back home.
That's about it in my little world. I will probably write tomorrow, I'll write early Thursday (we don't leave until 6 AM. I assume sleeping is out of the question that night) and then you probably won't hear from me again until I'm home two Saturdays later. Maybe.
Ta,
Bec
12.4.08
First Exam
Got through my first exam today (hopefully it went well)
Very tired and must get some sleep :)
Oh, and Who was amazing again tonight. Really. Pyroviles are my new favorite bad guys...mostly because you can kill them with a plastic squirt gun. He looked a little foolish, this highly advanced Time Lord, squirting lava-oozing rock monsters rampaging over Pompeii with one tiny little neon green squirt gun from the 21st century.
Donna gave him hell for trying to let everyone die and made him save a family...and I already wrote a 102 word fanfic on that scene and posted it. Got some nice reviews already.
I'm going to miss the next two weeks mostly because I'm going to be in three different countries, but I'll catch up at some point in here...
Gotta sleep now.
Ta,
Bec
Very tired and must get some sleep :)
Oh, and Who was amazing again tonight. Really. Pyroviles are my new favorite bad guys...mostly because you can kill them with a plastic squirt gun. He looked a little foolish, this highly advanced Time Lord, squirting lava-oozing rock monsters rampaging over Pompeii with one tiny little neon green squirt gun from the 21st century.
Donna gave him hell for trying to let everyone die and made him save a family...and I already wrote a 102 word fanfic on that scene and posted it. Got some nice reviews already.
I'm going to miss the next two weeks mostly because I'm going to be in three different countries, but I'll catch up at some point in here...
Gotta sleep now.
Ta,
Bec
11.4.08
Bonfire
Well, we had a bonfire tonight. It was nice and hot and blazing near the fire, but freezing cold away from it. I was bundled up in my coat, my gloves, my warmest socks and I still got cold.
Had fun, though. Burned my British Studies textbook because we're not going to get them bought back and it won't fit in my suitcase. Don't worry-about 40 other copies suffered the same fate.
I'm pretty tired and I have my first final tomorrow, so I should get some sleep.
Ta,
Bec
PS: Forgot to mention that I have now tried black pudding (a very small sampling, mind you.) For those who don't know, it's pig's blood cooked with spices into a kind of patty-like sausage thing-gummy.
Let's just say that not all British food is wonderful. Some of it is downright gnarly. I was great with the kippers, the pasties, the cheese toasties, the sausages, and the fish and chips, but I think I'll leave the black pudding for those who actually like it.
If you want to know what it was like, think overspiced, shredded, grainy-like rubber.
Had fun, though. Burned my British Studies textbook because we're not going to get them bought back and it won't fit in my suitcase. Don't worry-about 40 other copies suffered the same fate.
I'm pretty tired and I have my first final tomorrow, so I should get some sleep.
Ta,
Bec
PS: Forgot to mention that I have now tried black pudding (a very small sampling, mind you.) For those who don't know, it's pig's blood cooked with spices into a kind of patty-like sausage thing-gummy.
Let's just say that not all British food is wonderful. Some of it is downright gnarly. I was great with the kippers, the pasties, the cheese toasties, the sausages, and the fish and chips, but I think I'll leave the black pudding for those who actually like it.
If you want to know what it was like, think overspiced, shredded, grainy-like rubber.
10.4.08
The End Approaches
Tonight was the Valedictory Dinner. I graduated from Harlaxton...and we're not even done yet. I have a paper due tomorrow morning at noon, and two more to write this weekend for exams.
But I've got the nice diploma and the pin and apparently I HAVE graduated from something this year.
Exams run till Thursday next week, then at 3 in the morning we hop on a coach to go to a plane to go to Italy. I probably won't write for awhile in there; I'm considering leaving my laptop in my luggage this time.
That said, I have to, have to, have to, get working on this paper.
Ta,
Bec
But I've got the nice diploma and the pin and apparently I HAVE graduated from something this year.
Exams run till Thursday next week, then at 3 in the morning we hop on a coach to go to a plane to go to Italy. I probably won't write for awhile in there; I'm considering leaving my laptop in my luggage this time.
That said, I have to, have to, have to, get working on this paper.
Ta,
Bec
9.4.08
Wednesday
Bujak is extolling the virtues of tea at the moment (the stuff he drinks-Assam- is addictive. I'll stick to the herbal, thank you)
He's trying to find out what it means to be British...it's getting to be interesting. Apparently the British people are scruffy sorry people with no logic and non-American accent.
And they eat weird food.
He's already tossed a marker in the air trying to intimidate me into saying that pigeonhole was a more logical name instead of mailbox (I was silly enough to argue with him) and he just about took out the overhead projector screen.
I really wish I could clone him and take him back to Eau Claire with me. He's lots of fun.
Today's our last day of British Studies; next week we leave for Italy, the week after I'll be home again, probably trying to yank my feet out of a snowbank.
There hasn't been that much going on around here-I have a paper tomorrow that I should get started on this afternoon so I don't have to freak out and stuff.
The end of class has come. Gotta go eat lunch.
Ta,
Bec
He's trying to find out what it means to be British...it's getting to be interesting. Apparently the British people are scruffy sorry people with no logic and non-American accent.
And they eat weird food.
He's already tossed a marker in the air trying to intimidate me into saying that pigeonhole was a more logical name instead of mailbox (I was silly enough to argue with him) and he just about took out the overhead projector screen.
I really wish I could clone him and take him back to Eau Claire with me. He's lots of fun.
Today's our last day of British Studies; next week we leave for Italy, the week after I'll be home again, probably trying to yank my feet out of a snowbank.
There hasn't been that much going on around here-I have a paper tomorrow that I should get started on this afternoon so I don't have to freak out and stuff.
The end of class has come. Gotta go eat lunch.
Ta,
Bec
6.4.08
Absolutely Amazing Beginning
Don't read this if you haven't seen the first episode of the 4th season of Doctor Who yet...
SPOILER ALERT
OH. MY. GOD. It was wonderful beyond wonderfulness. It was like sunshine and rainbows.
The Doctor had this weird divining stick device and he kept banging on it and there were walking fat monsters that looked like lardy teddy bears. Though they weren't really monsters, per se.
And then there was the moment near the end when Donna went up to some woman (whose back was to us) spoke to her, and BAM! the woman turns around and IT WAS ROSE.
ITWASROSEITWASROSEITWASROSE! EEEE!
After a year of watching the Doctor mourn her loss, it was frustrating to see her for all of the ten seconds we got.
I think I screamed.
I'm pretty certain I screamed.
I probably scared the people watching with me.
Why she was there, why she looked so damned upset, and why she spun on her heel and vanished (like, no really, she just faded out like she was never there at all. What UP with that?)
Russell T. Davies, I don't know whether I want to hurt you for bringing her in for ten seconds and then poofka, or whether I want to give you a hug for bringing her back at all. Thank you for even ten seconds (we don't see her again supposedly till episode 11. ARGH.)
I so cannot wait for next week. At all.
It's nice that the Doctor finally getting someone who isn't all "oh my God he's wonderful" this year. Nice to see Donna plunking suitcases in his arms and making him carry her bags. He needs someone like her right now. Someone who's not endlessly enamored with him, who just takes him at face value but will ultimately make him behave himself (kinda)
Although it WAS funny to see him get hit on by an office worker. Heh...
That said, all the companions we've seen in past years (that's the past 3 years) are coming back at some point this year. That's Donna, Rose, Martha, Jack, and Sarah-Jane. This is gonna be sweet.
One down, twelve to go. Almost wish this was set up like American series where you get 20 instead of 13...but oh, well. This one was great. I just hope they can keep it up.
That said, got to see the last episode of the Torchwood season last night (before Who) and bawled all the way through the ending. I kind of knew Owen was going to, well, I guess you could say be destroyed because he was already dead for half the season, but Tosh was a big surprise to me. I cried pretty hard for her-she was such a hero, right to the last moment when she died in Jack's arms.
I just think that maybe it's unwise to leave Jack standing there after two thousand years of being buried ALIVE, his psycho brother who started the whole fiasco in cryo downstairs, with Gwen who not-so-secretly has a crush on him (never mind what he feels for HER) and Ianto who's sleeping with him already. They're all mourning big-time, and with Torchwood, anything is possible. Ianto would probably be perfectly willing to let Gwen into the sheets with him and Jack, even if there's that teeny, tiny hitch that Gwen is MARRIED...
What a mess.
I will miss Owen, though he was fading before he really went. I missed his razor-sharp edges those last few episodes. Tosh I'll just miss because she looked so meek and was just as damn tough as anyone else. Case in point: her last scenes. After getting shot in the back by Jack's nutso brother, she manages to get herself down the steps in the Hub to the medical bay, where she starts giving herself pain meds and talking Owen through saving Cardiff from a nuclear plant meltdown. They tell each other I love you (finally when it's too late) and Owen is destroyed, then Jack, Gwen, and Ianto find Tosh and she dies in Jack's arms. Saved the world before she bowed out.
Hope next season ends happier than this one. Oi.
Fingers hurting now, so I should probably stop here.
Ta,
Bec
SPOILER ALERT
OH. MY. GOD. It was wonderful beyond wonderfulness. It was like sunshine and rainbows.
The Doctor had this weird divining stick device and he kept banging on it and there were walking fat monsters that looked like lardy teddy bears. Though they weren't really monsters, per se.
And then there was the moment near the end when Donna went up to some woman (whose back was to us) spoke to her, and BAM! the woman turns around and IT WAS ROSE.
ITWASROSEITWASROSEITWASROSE! EEEE!
After a year of watching the Doctor mourn her loss, it was frustrating to see her for all of the ten seconds we got.
I think I screamed.
I'm pretty certain I screamed.
I probably scared the people watching with me.
Why she was there, why she looked so damned upset, and why she spun on her heel and vanished (like, no really, she just faded out like she was never there at all. What UP with that?)
Russell T. Davies, I don't know whether I want to hurt you for bringing her in for ten seconds and then poofka, or whether I want to give you a hug for bringing her back at all. Thank you for even ten seconds (we don't see her again supposedly till episode 11. ARGH.)
I so cannot wait for next week. At all.
It's nice that the Doctor finally getting someone who isn't all "oh my God he's wonderful" this year. Nice to see Donna plunking suitcases in his arms and making him carry her bags. He needs someone like her right now. Someone who's not endlessly enamored with him, who just takes him at face value but will ultimately make him behave himself (kinda)
Although it WAS funny to see him get hit on by an office worker. Heh...
That said, all the companions we've seen in past years (that's the past 3 years) are coming back at some point this year. That's Donna, Rose, Martha, Jack, and Sarah-Jane. This is gonna be sweet.
One down, twelve to go. Almost wish this was set up like American series where you get 20 instead of 13...but oh, well. This one was great. I just hope they can keep it up.
That said, got to see the last episode of the Torchwood season last night (before Who) and bawled all the way through the ending. I kind of knew Owen was going to, well, I guess you could say be destroyed because he was already dead for half the season, but Tosh was a big surprise to me. I cried pretty hard for her-she was such a hero, right to the last moment when she died in Jack's arms.
I just think that maybe it's unwise to leave Jack standing there after two thousand years of being buried ALIVE, his psycho brother who started the whole fiasco in cryo downstairs, with Gwen who not-so-secretly has a crush on him (never mind what he feels for HER) and Ianto who's sleeping with him already. They're all mourning big-time, and with Torchwood, anything is possible. Ianto would probably be perfectly willing to let Gwen into the sheets with him and Jack, even if there's that teeny, tiny hitch that Gwen is MARRIED...
What a mess.
I will miss Owen, though he was fading before he really went. I missed his razor-sharp edges those last few episodes. Tosh I'll just miss because she looked so meek and was just as damn tough as anyone else. Case in point: her last scenes. After getting shot in the back by Jack's nutso brother, she manages to get herself down the steps in the Hub to the medical bay, where she starts giving herself pain meds and talking Owen through saving Cardiff from a nuclear plant meltdown. They tell each other I love you (finally when it's too late) and Owen is destroyed, then Jack, Gwen, and Ianto find Tosh and she dies in Jack's arms. Saved the world before she bowed out.
Hope next season ends happier than this one. Oi.
Fingers hurting now, so I should probably stop here.
Ta,
Bec
5.4.08
Today's Going to Be Fun
Doctor Who series 4 premieres here tonight! Gleegleeglee! Everyone else has had to listen to me doing the wacky over this for almost a week now; I can't wait for this to get underway.
Bought a duffel bag yesterday for Italy. That little square thing from the states isn't going to cut it anymore.
Got some homework to finish today; then I'll watch Temple of Doom because I've never seen it.
It's the last week of classes here next week, then we're off into finals.
I can so not wait for tonight! I've been looking forward to this for months!
Ta, y'all, I'll tell you half the plot tomorrow!
Bec
Bought a duffel bag yesterday for Italy. That little square thing from the states isn't going to cut it anymore.
Got some homework to finish today; then I'll watch Temple of Doom because I've never seen it.
It's the last week of classes here next week, then we're off into finals.
I can so not wait for tonight! I've been looking forward to this for months!
Ta, y'all, I'll tell you half the plot tomorrow!
Bec
2.4.08
Two Down, Two To Go
Yea! I've completed two papers!
Boo. I've still got two more.
And some reading to do, too.
But I am scraping by. Barely. Tomorrow morning I will devote to Pericles. Then tomorrow afternoon I round up those two papers and try desperately to read through the second book I need to get ahead in.
It's nearly midnight here. I should have been in bed an hour ago, but duty called.
Choir concert was tonight; I think it went well. I didn't hear any complaints but I didn't get more than two or three compliments, either.
If I make it through tomorrow, then I have some (gasp, Gasp, GASP) free time coming. Really. I may actually get some.
Tomorrow I also get to have something called Reflexology. I don't know what it is but I hope this person can improve my ridiculous arm problem (still a bit of a thorn in my elbow, actually)
Friday I get to go exploring. I love exploring. I love getting lost in the dark and getting dirty and trying to find my way out and getting bitten by a deadly English spider and dying of necrosis (this should be fun!)
So, talk to you all soon. My arm hurts and so I've gotta stop typing or risk more problems with the professors when I can't finish anything again.
Ta,
Bec
Boo. I've still got two more.
And some reading to do, too.
But I am scraping by. Barely. Tomorrow morning I will devote to Pericles. Then tomorrow afternoon I round up those two papers and try desperately to read through the second book I need to get ahead in.
It's nearly midnight here. I should have been in bed an hour ago, but duty called.
Choir concert was tonight; I think it went well. I didn't hear any complaints but I didn't get more than two or three compliments, either.
If I make it through tomorrow, then I have some (gasp, Gasp, GASP) free time coming. Really. I may actually get some.
Tomorrow I also get to have something called Reflexology. I don't know what it is but I hope this person can improve my ridiculous arm problem (still a bit of a thorn in my elbow, actually)
Friday I get to go exploring. I love exploring. I love getting lost in the dark and getting dirty and trying to find my way out and getting bitten by a deadly English spider and dying of necrosis (this should be fun!)
So, talk to you all soon. My arm hurts and so I've gotta stop typing or risk more problems with the professors when I can't finish anything again.
Ta,
Bec
1.4.08
STRESS
I am very sorry I haven't written you all. I am excessively under duress at the moment. Here are the papers I must complete before week's end:
Today there are no more papers due. Thank God.
Tomorrow there are no papers due. Thank God.
Thursday:
Two for Snow
One presentation for Beebe
One for Woodruff
Never mind that most of these are little papers-I still have to finish them.
I also have to go to a dozen stupid meetings in the next two days, none of which are going to help me write this stuff. I'm also working on at least three Doctor Who fics at once, and oh yeah, that premieres this weekend so I'm trying to watch some of that stuff and get myself up to speed for the next season.
I have two books to read. I have more stuff to read for Woodruff.
I'm a wee bit busy at the moment. I can't wait for next week when everything slows down to a trickle and a crawl.
AUGGGGGH.
Talk to you all when my head isn't exploding.
Ta,
Bec
Today there are no more papers due. Thank God.
Tomorrow there are no papers due. Thank God.
Thursday:
Two for Snow
One presentation for Beebe
One for Woodruff
Never mind that most of these are little papers-I still have to finish them.
I also have to go to a dozen stupid meetings in the next two days, none of which are going to help me write this stuff. I'm also working on at least three Doctor Who fics at once, and oh yeah, that premieres this weekend so I'm trying to watch some of that stuff and get myself up to speed for the next season.
I have two books to read. I have more stuff to read for Woodruff.
I'm a wee bit busy at the moment. I can't wait for next week when everything slows down to a trickle and a crawl.
AUGGGGGH.
Talk to you all when my head isn't exploding.
Ta,
Bec
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