here's a photo of me, in my sub-fusc, posing like an idiot in some part of wolfson that i didn't even know existed. this was a couple of weeks ago and in the meantime the trees have gone yellow and the fog has risen from the ground; today as i was walking back from my department through university parks i sang along to lily allen, looked at the sky and grasped the absurdity of this place, if even for just a second. it was an experience to be had... i've never seen so much fog in my life and it does feel like i live in transylvania. i am slowly starting to love this place though, in all of its smallness and pretentiousness, it's actually beautiful (and its people are beautiful too).
what is less beautiful is that i have to write an anthropology essay for friday and am incredibly confused as to what my topic is going to be; constructions of identity, imagined communities, nationalism and indonesia are my main themes, but the ideas end there. hopefully my lecturer will give me some idea of readings i can do... or i'm screwed. i guess that since it doesn't actually count for my final mark i can make a bit of a mess of it - to be honest, i have no idea of how an anthropology essay should be structured, so it seems fair enough. oh, the beauty and weirdness of the oxford system.
now onto other, far more exciting things (edge the spy, i know you're there - you'll like this!) i've realised once again how much of an addicitve personality i have. a weekend spent symbiotically with someone is good for the soul, oh yes it is, but now i have withdrawal symptoms and it's very silly. i guess i've always been one for taking risks and i haven't changed - it seems so worth it that i don't even need to assess whether it's a big risk or not. as i said to m today, i can sleep at some other point in my life.
it is good for the soul. even more than good music or a good novel... more addictive than 'girl with a one-track mind', more fascinating than human trafficking literature. oh yes, i am a weirdo.
that's why you love me. :)