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Jun. 21st, 2007 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sebastiennewhy will nobody tell me where to get the doctor/master slash, why?
these last few weeks have all been a bit of a daze. I'm leaving Oxford today, or tomorrow morning, and that really will be the end of my Oxford undergraduate life. I think I'm going to have to do a fair amount of out-of-character thinking over the summer - I may be somewhat different when I return in September. To have spent three years in this soul-destroying institution, I had to be somewhat focussed on coming out alive. On working when I could, and using my recreation time merely to keep myself sane. Now I have my degree (for 2:1 or for third) and a house and a job and time to devote to the point of life, that is, to Things That Make Me Happy. And I seem to have lost touch, somewhat, with what those things are. I played Oscar Wilde and I put make-up on boys and I sang cabaret in a corset and I watched Rocky Horror last night and... yeah.
I feel a lot of love for a lot of people and I also feel a lot of uncertainty. Perhaps I should say, *insert your own coming-of-adulthood angst cliché here*, for I am sure that everything I wish to say has been better dealt with by poets and film-makers.
John Cameron Mitchell, say, who is both.
Two Americas can always be cited to fill out my state of mind:
Ginsberg
Simon & Garfunkel
There is a crack in everything / that's how the light gets in
these last few weeks have all been a bit of a daze. I'm leaving Oxford today, or tomorrow morning, and that really will be the end of my Oxford undergraduate life. I think I'm going to have to do a fair amount of out-of-character thinking over the summer - I may be somewhat different when I return in September. To have spent three years in this soul-destroying institution, I had to be somewhat focussed on coming out alive. On working when I could, and using my recreation time merely to keep myself sane. Now I have my degree (for 2:1 or for third) and a house and a job and time to devote to the point of life, that is, to Things That Make Me Happy. And I seem to have lost touch, somewhat, with what those things are. I played Oscar Wilde and I put make-up on boys and I sang cabaret in a corset and I watched Rocky Horror last night and... yeah.
I feel a lot of love for a lot of people and I also feel a lot of uncertainty. Perhaps I should say, *insert your own coming-of-adulthood angst cliché here*, for I am sure that everything I wish to say has been better dealt with by poets and film-makers.
John Cameron Mitchell, say, who is both.
Two Americas can always be cited to fill out my state of mind:
Ginsberg
Simon & Garfunkel
There is a crack in everything / that's how the light gets in
