I have 56 pages of The Old Curiosity Shop to read today. It's not that I don't want to read it, I love Dickens, he's probably my favourite author, but his sentences are SO LONG. Honestly, if he wrote a novel like a normal writer, not describing every single move the characters make, his 736-page novel would be about 300 pages long. Agh. I shouldn't complain, he really is wonderful, isn't he?
Anyway, whilst I'm not doing that, I may as well speak of the last couple of days. On Tuesday afternoon I went to see David Miliband speak, and oh my gosh he is so inspirational. He has such an air about him, such a way with words and with people; he really should have been elected the leader of the Labour Party. Of course I did vote for him, but stupidly I put my second choice vote to his brother, so I contributed to poor old David's defeat. It's such a shame, the party would be so different with him leading it. Perhaps we'd have more of a chance at the next election. David already had the public speaking skills and the experience, whereas Ed had to learn. So we're just that little bit more behind than we might like. I digress. There is a picture of the Labour Party Society with Mr. Miliband; of course, yet again, I end up at the back:
That evening, the whole flat (minus Sheila) went to the Silent Disco at the LCR. It was so much fun! I love the atmosphere of silent discos. It's quite odd how it doesn't seem to matter that you're dancing in a silent room with headphones on. I guess it's because you're with a whole load of other drunk people doing the exact same thing. I was, most of the time, on the opposite channel to my flatmates so I was dancing quite differently to the rest of them. A lot of the time they looked at me as if I was mad; I think they assumed I was on the same wavelength (har har). I went off on my own rather a lot, dancing away from them, in my own little world. I've got a lot going through my head at the moment and I was quite happy to just be alone. I walked home on my own, to the dismay of Alex, and was quite content.
Yesterday was uneventful. I missed my 9am two-hour Literature seminar (sorry Rebecca), so didn't have a lecture until 12pm. Then my Asda delivery came early, whilst I was in said lecture, so American Christine and Alex had to get all £130 worth in by themselves (£130 was not just my shopping - it was everyone else's too. Don't panic.)! We then made Thanksgiving dinner, which was somewhat stressful but very yummy. I was determined to finish my two desserts, apple pie and hot cross bun pudding, so I felt rather ill for the remainder of the afternoon. Here are two pictures of me looking rather bloated:
Because of this wonderful dinner I managed to do no work all day, and then fell asleep at 8pm until about 8:45 panicking that I would be so behind. Luckily I had some books that had to be returned that day so at about 9:15pm Native Christine and I traipsed off to the library to wake ourselves up and get on with some work. It was all rather fun because Adam Ant was performing at the LCR last night and I could hear it from where I was sitting. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It did, however, take me three hours to read 79 pages; I read 56 pages of The Old Curiosity Shop and 23 pages of Waiting for the Barbarians by J. M. Coetzee. The Coetzee is definitely going to become a favourite of mine; it's been a long time since I've read a book that stirred so many emotions in me. I recommend it to everyone.
In the end, we were in the library until about 1:30am this morning. Such a bad idea, as I didn't get to sleep until gone 3am and I woke up at 11:40. So yet again, hardly any work has taken place during sociable hours. All I've done today is go to Tesco with Alex to buy grapes and cheese, make a chicken mayo sandwich and wash up. Oh and I have read 19 pages of Waiting for the Barbarians.
My right hand is now getting a sore from where I am resting it on the side of my keyboard for too long. I think this a sign that I should stop and actually get on with my work.
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