September 2007 Archives

Report has been handed in (waiting for it to be returned with comments), plan for the refurbishment of the bar will be presented on Monday and Tuesday (and it seems like there's a good chance they'll go through), (most) new faces have been introduced to the beauty and craziness of Wolfson/Oxford...
Overall, today is a very satisfying day.
I really need to post photos of the flat. Really... This flat is my happiness, having my (our) own space makes such a difference. And I managed to convince college to install a new bathtub and shower (we only have a bath at the moment!).
I never realised how great it is to get things done. This is the culmination of my summer, and everything is coming together now.

This damn report finally clicked into place in my head. Just now. It feels great! Even though i have strangely been less and less stressed out about it as the deadline approaches (is there something wrong with me?), it still bugged me. And now it makes sense! So far I only have the summary, some recommendations, and the first four pages (which are basically 'migrant domestic workers for dummies'), plus a bunch of random tables and figures, but it's not bad. One section should be written by the other girl I worked with, which leaves me with three sections, one of which is just 'why it would be idiotic to scrap the domestic worker visa' and therefore quite easy. To all of you out there this probably sounds like Greek, but I'm understanding myself and I like it. :)
Tonight I am meeting some of my coursemates, which will be nice - a few of them are now living in Summertown, not far from here, so hopefully they'll come visit me in the bar every now and then. Speaking of bar, the refurbishment is in the final planning stage and I am becoming very excited. This morning I discussed fabrics, flooring and colour schemes with the designer, and it's slowly coming together beautifully. Now we just need to hope that it will be approved by all five meetings in college (yes, it has to go through FIVE meetings!) so that it can actually happen in November as planned. The bar's my baby.
In other exciting news, I got the list of 'new faces'. See, Oxbridge colleges have a tradition of assigning an 'old hand' (sometimes called 'college parent') to all newcomers, and so now I've got my very own freshers! Most of them are people who are starting the first year of my course - something I've organised on purpose since I think it'll be nice for them to have the extra support/advice. I've already met one of them who seems to be very nice - I'm excited about meeting all the others!
I still need a holiday though.

Walking back listening to Frou Frou, along the dark streets of north Oxford, reminded me I'm happy here. No need for life to be so stressful; this is Oxford! This is the life I love!
That's pretty much it.
Oh, and the fact that now I shall get into bed with my lovely M, and have a good night's sleep, secure in his presence next to me.
I'm in love, in many ways.

Why did my parents bless me with horrendous teeth? I have six fillings, people, six, since I was a kid. And by the age of 12 I was so terrified of dentists that I decided I would rather keep a metal arch on my palate for two years than go back to the dentist (who was, to be fair, famously mean).
Enough of my teeth stories.
I keep waking up with headaches and it's really getting annoying. M. says I might slightly anaemic - apparently that does cause headaches (check) and general drowsiness (check). Sigh. I'm even eating at home now, much more healthily than before, but it doesn't seem to be helping. They're about to open a cardio room in the gym here, so I'm waiting for that. I know, I haven't done any exercise ever, and it won't be easy to start now, but I am generally very unhappy with my state of physical fitness (i.e. equal to zero) and something needs to be done.
Between this report (problems are popping up all along the way, of course), and me realising that it's been a year since I've been (time does go so quickly! far too quickly!) I haven't been in the best of moods. I need stability, damn, stability...
I will stop whining. Soon. Maybe.

This morning M. drove me to the Oxford tube stop so I could get to London without feeling dead. As we were driving along the pretty roads of Oxford, I saw two cats in a window, and it looked like it should have been one of those photos you see online, the really amazing ones. It made me very happy.
Then I spent a lot of time stuck in traffic, and later on during the day I realised I am 23 now. which is a very weird age, something in-between. Doesn't really mean much - it's definitely not young anymore, but not quite adult either. It depressed me a bit. The years seem to go quicker as I grow older, and so much is happening, sometimes I feel like my head isn't quite keeping up.
Philosophical thoughts aside, my bed is really calling me. I can hear it, i swear...