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sebastienneWhy did I let myself be volunteered for the cast party?! I've spent the last five hours trying to get my room into a state where a) people can all fit in it and b) when they inevitably spill their drinks, they won't destroy things that matter to me.
And I'm just not touching the kitchen. If party guests choose to brave it, that's their own look-out.
My parents were up yesterday. Talking about the logistics of taking me "home", which made me inexplicably upset. Like, shaking, disconnected thoughts, hiding tears. I'm not bloody going home, I'm leaving home, to spend a year with my accomodation subject to the term-dates of an institution by which I do not define myself. I am a resident of Oxford - and I'm about to spend 3 months away from home, against my will.
These last six months have been great, better than great, phenomenal.. and I don't want to think of the ramifications of spending half as long again away from everything that Oxford is to me. The only place where I could ever stroll up to the parks and watch pretty boys LARP-sparring and pretty girls firing LARP-pistols. Ashley, James, LARP, libraries, Intrusion, Helen, Joff, Doom, Magdalen chiming in the morning...
The square hole for my square peg, to steal a phrase.
Tidying this room for the party, I'm thinking about how, in less than a month, I'll be packing it up, never to return... Melodrama. I probably just need to snap out of this or something. Tell me I'm being silly?
And I'm just not touching the kitchen. If party guests choose to brave it, that's their own look-out.
My parents were up yesterday. Talking about the logistics of taking me "home", which made me inexplicably upset. Like, shaking, disconnected thoughts, hiding tears. I'm not bloody going home, I'm leaving home, to spend a year with my accomodation subject to the term-dates of an institution by which I do not define myself. I am a resident of Oxford - and I'm about to spend 3 months away from home, against my will.
These last six months have been great, better than great, phenomenal.. and I don't want to think of the ramifications of spending half as long again away from everything that Oxford is to me. The only place where I could ever stroll up to the parks and watch pretty boys LARP-sparring and pretty girls firing LARP-pistols. Ashley, James, LARP, libraries, Intrusion, Helen, Joff, Doom, Magdalen chiming in the morning...
The square hole for my square peg, to steal a phrase.
Tidying this room for the party, I'm thinking about how, in less than a month, I'll be packing it up, never to return... Melodrama. I probably just need to snap out of this or something. Tell me I'm being silly?
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Date: 2006-06-03 04:30 pm (UTC):P