To sum up in a nutshell, I've been out. Lots. In fact this week I will have been out every night this week. Though I promise this will not be a new trend with Alex as its just the end of term madness. When people go home for the summer I will back to normal.
So....it started with a mask.. how did it end up like this?Well you see it started on Thursday. We love quizmaster Dave. He is funny, witty, acidic, wise and full of anecdotes. He likes to terrorise and tease our quiz team when we do the quiz on Thursdays at the Stile. So we arranged revenge, giving out masks to everyone we knew in the pub and wearing black to emulate him. It freaked him out something rotten. Then we saw this...
At which point we got one of our team members not immortalised in poster form to hand us in to the quiz master to claim our bonus. He didn't give it to us, but we did come second and much drinking happenned thanks to our winnings. Post being pratts in the pub, Tom, John and I boogied on down in the Cube, corrupting the darling fresher that is John, who in his innocence has never been to the union nightclub. It was supposed to be Scott Mills night, but the esteemed (or so I've heard) DJ was ill. We raved anyway.
I can't honestly remember what I did on Friday. Oh yes I spent most of Friday in bed feeling sick. Not with a hangover! Just doubled up with pain. Because I'm like that and get sick sometimes.
Saturday was a mammoth cleaning session with Cecil, feeding QM Dave on his break from work and having a second tea at Tom's house. The kitchen is now shiny bar the pasta Hannah got on the work surface today. Tsk!
And Sunday well...Sunday was shopping with KARUNA! We were horribly girly and I loved it. She's my barbie doll. All blonde and silky! Here she is in the fantastic outfit we picked out together. The dress is from the kids section of Benneton. You'd never know.
I also went to a SUSO concert with Kate. Absolutely breathtaking. I love the wall of sound feeling you get with a live orchestra. The program was as follows:
- Borodin: Polovtsian Dances from Prince Igor*
- Copland: Appalachian Spring
- Strauss: Suite from der Rosenkavalier
- Bernstein: Symphonic Dances from West Side Story
During the shopping trip I purchased a very ridiculous dress that I appear to have shrunk in the was and now really is a top. Oh well. It looked great on the night. I began the evening looking like this....
Things got a bit hotter....
I did the Beyonce dance....
And spent the rest of the night dancing away. It was grand. I met some lovely phyicists. There was a guy there doing actual rock and roll and boy was that fun. Here is a pic of me and Karuna dancing.
And one of Mel and Andy. Andy is a very good dancer. Just needs a few pints in him
Now Tuesday was rushing for trains and smiling at strangers and rushing home from work and bowling with the groupies. In which I did appallingly, but again, I'm just here for comedy value. Andy was dancing there too!
Tuesday was also carnage at Jesters for the last HistSoc social. Kudos to Jess (who has a blog here btw) for giving me a lift there. Dressed as some sort of raving school girl and armed with a glostick I proceeded to attack poor physicists, get horribly drunk (which I don't do often Uncle Kelvin I promise..ssh!) and bless those physicists little cotton socks they got me home. I owe them hugs drinks or cake, whatever they prefer!
Today has been work. I forgot to tell you about work. I'm working at Pickfords again, this time in Fareham, working on typing up the quotes for removals and so on. Not especially interesting, but it's very busy. And Dave's always on the email when I've got a spare moment. Send me one too if you have a min and you can be my reason to smile for that hour. I'm getting on fine. I love being busy busy busy. Tonight was also tea with Tom which was a nice chance to catch up and catch my breath a bit.
Tomorrow will see me at the quiz trying to win for the last time this term. We have a plan. Mwahahah. Friday is dancing on the tables for Jess' birthday, Saturday is the Cube dressed in 70's sports wear, Sunday is Father Mike's leaving celdih which means swishy skirts for swirling.
Then I am going to spend the rest of the month packing up my house ready for the big move.
I was right about my marks for the year btw. I got 50% in my final Latin exam which really brought my marks down to 60% overall. I am very disappointed and it will make me work year.
So I suppose its a good thing. If I can get two more firsts, I may get a first overall for the degree. Which would be good.
I am feeling very cheery this week. I love being busy. When I walked up to Avenue campus on Sunday to hand something back to my tutor, I was feeling very vibrant and alert and I counted 10 squirrels in the trees of the common. They were bounding around, scampering and made me want to scamper about as well. *scampers* I love the way they move so sinuously.
Well I better go to bed, but first, what does it mean to drop melons on people in your dreams?
I was stood in the window of an appartment building watching the world go by on a busy city street below. I was very high up. I was holding a watermelon and was going to drop it out the window. Andrew, the brother of my childhood friend Erica ran over to me and told me not to drop the melon as I could kill someone.
To dream that you are looking out the window, signifies your outlook on life, your consciousness, point of view, awareness, and intuition. You may be reflecting on a decision and seeking guidance. Or you need to go out into the larger world and experience life.
To dream that you are at a great height, signifies that you have reached one of your highest goals or objectives.
To dream that you are watching something, represents you lack of initiative to take a position or action. The dream may also symbolize your neutrality in some situation. You do not want to take a side.
To see a city in your dream, signifies a sense of community and your social environment.
To see a watermelon in your dream, represents emotions of love, desire,� lust, and fiery passion.� Pregnant women or women on the verge of their menstrual cycle often dream of such fruits, as watermelons. Alternatively, watermelons may be associated with summertime ease, leisure, and relaxation.
To dream that you are dropping things, indicates that you are letting go some project, relationship, person, or idea. Also analyze the significance of what is being dropped. Alternatively, it may represent your carelessness. Perhaps you are expressing some dismay or regret in how you let something slip through fingers.
To dream that you killed someone, forewarns that heavy stress may cause you to lose your temper and self-control. Identity the characteristics of the person that you have killed and ask yourself if you feel any rage towards this person in your waking life. You may be expressing some rage or hatred toward this person.
To dream that you have been killed, suggests that your actions are disconnected from your emotions.
This dream may also represent a part of you or your life that you wish would leave you alone and stop creating a nuisance. Killing may represent the killing off of old parts of yourself and old habits.