I dreamt about Vivienne Westwood last night. It was weird.She made me tea.

I made a Doctor Who macro a few nights ago. I personally think it is made of win. It really only makes sense if you've seen the new mid-season trailer, though. I posted it Here at ihasatardis.

I took more than 220 pictures over the course of 7 hours on the trip to Fountains and the churches on Thursday. Not sure how I managed that.

I went into town with some people last night, and it was great fun. It was a nice night out, warmish, and we went to cool bars, and my friends are awesome. I am still making new friends here, which is one of the many reasons it is seriously going to suck to leave.

Did I mention that I saw Mystery Jets on Monday?
Well, I did! They played a gig in York. It was excellence. I love them SO MUCH.
I'd write a full review, but... I'm tired. So I'm just going to give you the review I sent to thisroyalcity.

( I Hear Her Playing the Drums Late at Night )

To do next week: two presentations, one seminar, one paper tutorial, one 13-hour study trip, one 2,500 word paper. Damn.

!!!
Mystery Jets have made a new song available for download. LOVVVVE.
"Flakes"

I know what will be on repeat while I'm not really writing this paper this afternoon...

Speaking of "Flakes," this came out about a week ago:


So many feathers! FEATHERS. Black-haired (?!) Blaine. Sailor hat! Backwards sitting-up comme dans Couteau's "La Belle et la Bete" (sorry, went into French there for a moment).
As usual, they look like they are having so much fun... which is one of my favorite things about them. Oh dear how I adore Mystery Jets...


I meant to get up and go to the gym this morning, instead I slept in and dreamt about my room being clean... and about my crush. Good stuff.

"love and good luck and hair of the dog to all of you good fighters dreamers wishers witches shy creatures magic beasts dirty bastards human treasures.. let your days be full of wonder... im off to the park to see some peacocks and get me some waffles."
-Patrick Wolf's most recent MySpace post.


I think very little so beautifully sums up my adoration for Mr. Wolf.

He actually said "GET ME SOME WAFFLES." I think he has be stalking me.



Speaking of which, Mi-ca, "get me some" is a good example of Southern phrasings I use.


I think I had a fever all day yesterday. Inexplicable maladjusted body temperature for the win. Then I felt okay... but it was midnight! Hrm. I got nothing done yesterday... therefore, I have so much to do today. But here I am, updating my journal.


I'm looking forward to PW's new digital record label.
I adore him so. Oh dear.


I had a dream this morning that involved me being sexually solicited / menaced / stalked by a man who looked just like Ronald Regan.
I want to go back to bed.


( P.S. - Reason #100,000,000,000,024 I wish I lived in the UK )

Life is pretty good right now, interesting and entertaining things are afoot.
Last night I pledged a society on campus, something I never in a million years thought I would do, but I was invited and it seemed like it would be intriguing and fun, and it was. Still not really my "thing," but it was a good night; I'm intrigued by the whole society thing. This one has been around since the 1850s, I believe, and I like that heritage.
And I invited a certain boy to be my guest at the post-pledge party, and he accepted happily, and things are happening with us right now, and I think it had turned out even better than I may have expected. He makes me laugh so hard and he extracts my humour from me as well and he's very sweet and it's a nice time, and hopefully it is going to stay a nice time for a while.

Yesterday I attended a "Moaning Workshop" at my school's "Sexpo," and it culminated with us (a whole room of people) lying on the floor, so relaxed, making so much beautiful noise. That was fun. Oh, college.
Yesterday I also took a very nice nap and had a dream-within-a-dream. It was WILD. It was also my first OMG-I'm-NAKED dream.

In less happy news, my mom called me this morning to tell me my beloved Wonder Fish died. I'm sad, but I know that he did live much, much longer than I expected. I loved him - I'll miss seeing his shiny orange happiness when I come home and his "feed me!" underwater dance. He was a gift from my friend during my senior year of high school, a spot of happy after my other fish died after I'd only had them a week. He lived with my mom and I for 2 1/2 years, which is a long time for a goldfish, and he survived illness that made his fins fall off (they grew back) and also some sort of stomach ailment that made him float a lot, and he was a wonderful little creature. <3.

I should go take a shower and make myself another cuppa and do some work. Tomorrow will be chaos, I'm sure (two WESU things AND some people coming to visit me - my ickle pseudo-step-brother is coming while on his college trip), and later this afternoon I need to go shopping for my trip.
I'll be in Paris in a week. Craziness.

Oh my lord I dreampt so much last night. And now you have to watch me describe it.

First I dreampt that Andrew wanted to get back together with me. This, by the way, is a recurring theme. He was being all affectionate, and he kissed me, I think on the elbow (?) and the cheek? And then, later, his friend told me we needed to talk, and I asked if it was about him, and it was obvious that it was because she felt the need to communicate his desire to get back together, but it didn't matter, because I already knew, so we shared a smile.
Or something.

Second I dreampt about The Others and The Mystery Jets. First musician dream in a while. The Others were playing and I got up on stage with them and had my arm around Dom and I was singing along with him. Then The Mystery Jets played, I suppose, and then I was talking to Henry (the dad), and he told me that I should hang out with them after the show. So that was cool. Then we were standing around on a staircase... I think Dom was there, and one of the Mystery Jets guys (Kai?). They were both kidna dicks, I think. But I was having fun, anyway. Blaine went by, Henry was around... I think they were still loading the equipment, and then we were gonna wake up.

Then I guess I woke up, because there's nothing else coming up in my memory right now.

This is dream-time (when lots of my friends and I are having lots of odd dreams). Probably because of stress (exams oming up), odd sleep patterns (yay staying up late to work/explore the tunnels, then not having to wake up for class), and the weather, which is nasty and encourages late, dreamy sleep.


My first board meeting was yesterday. Cool stuff.

That is all.

Expect this: I fully support the effort to bring back the awesome! Where the hell did it go, anyway? Trees labled as trees and late nights climbing belfries or getting seminaked in the tunnels are what college is all about!