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08 April 2011 @ 06:51 pm
 
To make up for the last 'I can't deal' post, I want to make sure this one is considerably happier.

Thursday morning I set myself an alarm for 11 but was convinced in my sleep-ridden mind that it was actually a super secret pirate raid (and also knew I didn't have to wake up for it, somewhere deeper down) so ignored it despite its loudness. Jo called later so I woke up for that, let her in and got dressed. We ate chicken tikka slices together (mmm), sat being lazy and then went to the park to lounge in the sun.

Emma-from-university walked to meet us later and we all sat chatting and giggling. It was lovely meeting up with Emma outside of something university-driven and, much as I hate to say it, without Pip (another university friend). (Pip is fantastic, but tends to take hold of conversation so I don't get to hear Emma much.) Emma and I have a lot of the same ideas about romance, sex, love, spring-time hookups, children, the lot of it. We sat there cackling a lot. At one point a clearly drunk man (toting a bottle of Strong Bow, some of which he spilled on my blanket) with a very heavy African accent (I understood nothing but 'ecosystem') tottered up to us and chatted; Jo held up our side of the conversation since I couldn't understand him and Emma didn't want to deal with him. (To be fair, none of us did, but the drunken!park-people can be unpredictable...)

Claire joined us when she'd finished revising in the library. We all continued giggling and chatting in the park. The drunk man came back, circled silently around my blanket and then hunkered down (face-planted) down on the empty blanket spot next to me. I had the distinct feeling he was staring at my breasts, so I took out Sandry's Book and pretended to read, all the while covering my chest. Claire read her revision notes out loud to see if we could bore the man off our blanket (he was at that point drifting into a nap). Thoroughly fed up, we all decided that there had never been a better time for ice cream, so we packed up and told him we were leaving so would he mind very much getting off my blanket. As we walked by he, as Jo so delicately put it, "whipped his knob out and pissed" on the tree nearby, which I had the displeasure of seeing before I knew what was happening.

We used the loo in the Sports Park (I'd never been in there before - it's quite nice!) and headed for ice cream on one of the main streets near me. My favourite place was on 'break', my favourite sandwich/ice-cream place didn't have all their flavours and the first store's "break" didn't end while we were waiting. So we bought tubs of Ben&Jerry's from a proper store (I settled on cookie dough as it's been far too long).

Emma headed home. Claire, Jo and I went to Claire's and prepared korma turkey (had run out of chicken). I cut my first onion by myself (...shh, ignore that I'm 21) and used a friend's trick to avoid stinging eyes... The food was lovely. Claire had us drink gin and lemonade; both Jo and I asked for light/soft servings and I quite enjoyed that. Unfortunately I finished my drink first so when Claire poured mine again she gave me the same (strong) amount she gave herself (to which my response was, "Claire, darling, I haven't had quite enough to not notice the discrepancy there..."). She made us do Glee Singstar - or something - in which we sang Glee songs into a video game microphone. I really only knew "Don't Stop Believing" so for the other songs I mainly sang the original version ("Leaving on a Jet Plane" was weird). Still fun! Claire wants me to sing more. I don't think it's going to happen!

We went to sleep early (cheers to you, gin!). Claire and I both toss about in our sleep so that was fairly entertaining. I managed to wake up for 9 fairly well (haven't done that since I gave the dissertation in). We went to town for some shopping but were there before many of the shops open. We stopped for food (turkey baguette for Jojobird, chicken tikka baguette for me, some bakery good for Clairebear) and drinks (coffee, hot chocolate, tea respectively) before going back for shopping. There was a store that sold albums, videos, CD promos, comic books, old children's books and all sorts of fun stuff. They told me which children's books I really must read ('The Famous Five' for starters, apparently). Then some vintage shopping but, of course, everything was out of our price range. :Þ

We hit the Oracle (shopping mall) next and I was once more perplexed by fashion. Jojobird bought a bikini (La Senza?) and a top (Top Shop?); Claire bought...a jumper, a dress and a surprising amount of Other Stuff. I bought...just the baguette and the hot chocolate. :B We lounged around Global Cafe together but I think were too tired to do much. Claire dashed off to her boyfriend while Claire and I took the train to Earley Station (£1.25 for the ticket hahaha) and walked to Claire's where we were supposed to pick up our ice cream and drive off.

But No-one. Answered. The door.

So our Ben&Jerry's tubs are still in Claire's fridge and we are sad. (Well, Jo has left for home now, but I imagine she drove home lamenting her lack of ice cream.) My poor little cookie dough ice cream, all locked up in Claire's house... *Sadface.* Tragedy.

My main real-life tragedy at the moment is that I won't get to take my exams with my friends (so stupid of me to request 10-minute breaks in exams when it means I have to take them in a different location now!) but I think at the moment the ice cream wins out over that.

We're also planning a post-exams or post-graduation holiday in which we hit Oxford, London and Brighton (including staying over a night each in London and Brighton). That would be exciting.

(I also really need to remind Mark not to bathe in cologne before he visits my room because, as I've mentioned, I'm allergic. I can't even wear any perfume. Shaking my fist at a now-angry throat/head...)

Best wishes to everyone. ♥ Hoping I can keep up this sense of 'I can get through it' since the others don't seem to be stressing too-too much. They're mainly fed up; I'm fed up and freaked out. But for now it's sunny, I've had friend time and some ice cream (yesterday), so back to work with me...


Kiwi

"Let no one who loves be unhappy; even love unreturned has its rainbow."
[James M. Barrie]
 
 
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lash_laruelash_larue on April 8th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)
Wash the blanket. Now. That is if you can't bring yourself to bin it. Use bleach, it might turn out interesting.

You don't know where he's been.

Love,
L
Kiwi Crocus: Seasonal || Screw spring laundry!cranky__crocus on April 8th, 2011 07:33 pm (UTC)
*Shoves hands in the air.* I'm going to wash the blanket, I promise!

(As soon as I saw him walk within 3 feet of us the first time - with his sloshing Strong Bow - I grimaced and thought, great, I'm going to have to wash the blanket. I just washed it two days ago.

Incidentally, that's also when I realised that I'm really sounding like my mother more and more every day.

And that I don't mind.)
lash_laruelash_larue on April 8th, 2011 08:25 pm (UTC)
No reason that you should mind.

That park sounds like a really good place not to go to alone. I guess most parks are nowadays, though.

I need to send you a heavier cane.
L
Kiwi Crocus: HP || McMin || Eyebrows.cranky__crocus on April 8th, 2011 08:30 pm (UTC)
It's usually a really nice park - always children playing around and the like. It's annoying that just one person can ruin that atmosphere. He wasn't even unpleasant - from what Jo repeated of the conversation, he seemed fairly intelligent even - though obviously not in certain important life areas.

I think when we were talking about the poor and homeless (someone made a comment), my declaration was, "I don't blame him for being poor, but I don't condone irresponsibility." I think I generally stick with that. Getting drunk in a park? Irresponsible (along with other things). Approaching people clearly not interested in speaking with you? Irresponsible (as well as other things). Piddling on a tree in the middle of a park? Irresponsible (as well as many other things).

Hah hah on the heavier cane comment. I watched an episode of BSG and realised that I'd really like to take a self-defence-for-cane-users class. I feel that would be incredibly useful.
lash_laruelash_larue on April 8th, 2011 08:42 pm (UTC)
If there are such things I'll chip in. ( The cane user thing) Seriously, with proper training you could handle a gorilla using a stout stick.

If you're interested, I can put you in touch with someone back in Mass. who might really be able to help you with that. Although it is a traditional and ancient stick art that they are expert in.
L
Kiwi Crocus: FF || Kaylee || No power in the verse.cranky__crocus on April 8th, 2011 08:45 pm (UTC)
Interested! Definitely interested! 'Traditional and ancient stick art' is what I used to be interested in learning before I got a cane - I figure now that I'm a stick-user for life it's all the more reason, eh? I never felt I had the time, before, but now that I'm graduating soon I'd sure love it.
gerristgerrist on April 9th, 2011 07:48 pm (UTC)
Awww