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So I've been here a bit over a month. I'm still not really sure what's supposed to be going on at Uni, but then after SOAS I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I was bit stressed out and miserable for a bit, because last year sucked so much, and it was looking like this year was going to be difficult and sad-making in the same way and ohgodIcan'ttakethatagain, but things are a little calmer now.

Or rather, I reminded myself of the law of two out of three. What I'm doing, where I'm doing it, and who I'm doing it with. SOAS was bloody lucky, because all three were awesome. UEA sucked because I only had the people aspect down. This time I have amazing people (already, thank you universe for providing ready-made best friends), and I enjoy the place, so if the 'what' aspect isn't quite up to scratch then whatever. I can deal with that.

However, I really should study, as my literacy skills are rather down the toilet. Was happily pottering away through listening&speaking class, until we were supposed to write some things down and I forgot bloody hiragana. Teacher is Mancunian hunchback, so things all a little surreal as it was.

Have been epically busy, first with two week holiday with ziphertis, then with moving to halls and... life etc. Have been to see Takarazuka twice. There are just no words to explain the madness. Seriously, post at later date.

Oh god I should go to grammar class. Even though it is the most pointless thing in the world seriously.





..... It's Nano next month

Thank you to everyone who commented on my last entry. I was so horribly stressed out. I'm feeling better now, but I'm ill. Go me and my fail immune system.

I'm not that good at explaining Sophia to people, so I thought I'd just copypast the evil email, for entertainment's sake. I sort of don't want to be the only person who's read it. It's like a bad dream - if you tell people about it, it stops bothering you.

A little context: last summer I looked after my stepbrother, instead of taking a regular job near my home (they live over 2 hours away) on an awkward schedule with repeated cancellations meaning I had no idea how much money I was going to be able to save over the summer, and ended up having to rely on my overdraft. I took him out, we hung around and played games - I thought he might like some relaxed time as he is in school 8am-7pm all term time then shipped off to endless camps over the summer. No one said anything to me about there being a problem. This summer, I agreed again to do it (because I thought if I said no she would flip out on me for being selfish or something), and went down while still ill with swine flu, etc. Two/three weeks in advance, I had to cancel two days as I had forgotten I had sold out theatre tickets bought 6 months previously. Rude terse emails followed. To which I objected, because there's no need to be mean, or make other people feel like shit so you can feel better. That's called bullying and I'm having none of that. About a week later, my dad meets me for coffee, and tells me Sophia doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. I think the Evil Email fits in somewhere before that.

( What Sophia feels is an appropriate way to communicate with people. She has been treating me in the same way since I was 13, regarless of my age, or anything else going on in my life, because the only world that exists is the one she decides upon, and I really don't fit into it. )

... God am I glad I am on the other side of the planet to her.

Today I am officially 21, which is all sorts of mile stone-y, so here I am making a Proper Journal Entry to document the day.

And it has been a good one. Albeit, no massive party or normal things like that, but there's been a lot of love spreading. I've had a phone full of texts and calls, and an inbox of well wishes. I had a lovely day with my father, and even received Acknowledgement and words of Pride from my granddad who normally forgets everyone's birthdays. I had a very good phone call with Kiran, and we realised we've now known each other for 10 years - nearly half our lives. We've already made it through bad times and good (and boyfriends ><), and I really hope I can be here at 31 saying the same things.

I've also not been too down about Achieving things, as while I've not actually got there, in many cases, in my goals, I'm well on the way.

... except now writing all this has made me suddenly and horribly aware of the Passage of Time, and the knowledge that I will not be young forever and oh god life is happening RIGHT NOW and at some point or another it will END and ghjkdf time limits.

Okay, I'll try and stop thinking about that. Maybe by the time I'm old they'll know how to freeze brains in jars. I shall Live On through my Art obvs.

Also, apparently I'm going to be Canadian at some point. My dad's officially decided to get citizenship and for me to, all through Sophia. So, erm yeah. Bizzare pointless dual citizenship ftw.

As a final note: my god, my country is WARM, what is this.

Advanced notice to Oxford types: I am planning to attend 8th week docsoc for much win and epic victoly etc. I'll probably head up mid afternoon (what's your work schedule sebastienne?) and be around for something like 24 hours (too short, le sob). potatofiend, do you exist thenabouts? I hope I am not timing myself perfectly for all deadline stress. 'Twould be nifty to see all and sundry!

Unrelated Life Update:
The academic year is over, thank goodness, now all I have to do it wait for July results. We'll see if blagging got me through again. It's always fun to wait for results on exams you walked out of half way through...
Since then have been much enjoying dossing, organising all the books, watching too much Criminal Minds and so on. Went to Shuttleworth Collection's Air Display with ziphertis for vague birthday outing. Was tremendous fun. Lots of tiny old balsawood-and-sheets!planes zipping about. SE5a's are utterly gorgeous and I want one. Amazing aerobatics display by a glider that was beyond comprehension. Had charming picnic out of boot of the car, and enjoyed miraculously glorious weather. Joy.
Student finance, however, have managed to mess up my application again... I have no words D: At least I don't panic at it anymore, I know every bit of it all inside out by now. But will possibly be able to claim £300 back from Haringey for the flight! Hurrah! Will believe it when I have the cheque in my hands though.
Am supposed to heard from Kobe University by the end of the month about my application, and then wait for certificate of eligibility and so forth for visa applications. I have little faith in this all going smoothly, given Kobe University has only just opened up again after swine flue scares (Japan you are such a hypochondriac D<).
My beautiful Wakayamashi, I miss you so.

Bundara Odori (bundara dance). I danced in this... earlier on, with the entire hospital staff it seemed. They gave me our little happi kimono outfit as a present when we left. The song makes me all misty eyed.

For those of you that don't follow biggles_slash, I just posted some fic over tharwards.

If you are interested.

Everything needs more Biggles love, damnnit.

I am rereading Biggles of the Camel Squadron and aaaah so much love. Also, I need to start a feature called Biggles Says the Specialist Things.

Highlights include:

"Holy mackerel! It feels hot enough to me to grow doughnuts!"

What. Just. What.

Upon leaving Marie *coughsuecough* Janis, who has helped him out while being "a vision of blonde loveliness": "I'd be the sort of skunk who'd give rat poison to orphans if I didn't go back and thank her for her hospitality"





I love Biggles so hard.

So, having been baffled the last few days as to why my account balance has been going up with absolutely no reason why - only to realise I didn't see the little 'minus' before the number... fail.

Also fail: got bra properly fitted, am 30G. This is a pretend size, what. I am so buggered if I need new underwear in Japan.

Damnit, I so nearly made it to the next student loan installment without going into my overdraft. Cocks. Well, I did have to fork out £622 for my plane ticket to Japan (thanks Haringey for NEVER GETTING BACK TO ME on the issue that you owe me for half D<). So really, without that cost I would have been in the black damnit.

Also fail: putting money in special overseas withdrawal account only to end up using regular account to pay for haircut.

Less fail: discovering regular account only charges for actual hole-in-the-wall withdrawals, paying by card in shop all peachy.

Need to pin down father on how much money getting from him next year - ie how much of my squirrled away money can I spend this summer (fsrs student loans, £1500 will not get me through five and a half months).

Well what else do you do with sheep? NO SUGGESTIONS PLEASE.

Eugh I suck so hard. I didn't go in to class again this morning cause I was so fucking tired. MOAR SLEEP PLEASE BODY. I am just having such fail insomnia. Also, the cat cried outside my door all fucking night so what the hell. God this all just sucks so hard. Where is my motivation. Come back please. It's not even like today was a hard or heinous day, it's a nice day. But I just physically couldn't wrench myself out of bed. Come back will power, I need you.

This was such epic win. I love Comic Relief. I can't wait for the night! He better win the whole thing, damnit.

ETA: Should play Frank'N'Furter at some point Y/N?

ETA2: Apparently he (Robart Webb) is UK!Mac in those adds. skjdhfsjkdgf.