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Long entry is long. Babbling ahoy!
Mar. 12th, 2009 11:11 amWhen I turned on the tap in the kitchen this morning, nothing came out. I do hope that this is because they were working on the boiler in the basement and had to turn the water off again, otherwise it might mean there is a Very Big Problem going down. To be honest, I'm a little worried. Good gods, I hope it is because they turned off the water. [EDIT 2:18 PM: When I got home, everything worked correctly. The pipes were not frozen, thank the gods.]
Okay. So. Yesterday was kind of... ehhh. Very cold, as y'all noticed from my last entry. Well, I did indeed skip intro lecture, but had to get up soon afterward so that I could go do something related to my Oral Lit class. 'twas a showing of a filmed performance of Bloodclaat, which we'll be studying next week (I think?). It was awesome. I look forward to reading it.
Not much happened yesterday evening. I marked in my office for several hours, until it was 'round time to go home. Mostly the papers aren't as bad as the ones from the last batch, but there was one that made my eye twitch. As I said to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jesusphreaq, "I wanted to go all marxist-feminist on this person's ass, but decided to refrain". Hah. She said she might put that bit of dialogue in her journal, but I said that no, I'd do it, 'cause my journal entries tend to be all "fuck this" and "fuck that", so it'd be more suiting.
Anyway.
Went home late, and after a meagre supper spent the evening at the Roastery. It was busy, but not too busy. Thank the gods. I managed to get a good amount of reading done. However, for about an hour I was somewhat distracted. At the table next to me were two young men, probably students, having a philosophical debate. One of them was very, very handsome and it was quite difficult to keep myself from looking at him. Ah. Tall and well-dressed, wearing a light-coloured cotton shirt, black pants and black dress shoes (I have a thing for men who wear dress shoes. Screw sneakers). A charcoal-grey wool coat was draped over his shoulders. His hair was black and very soft-looking, neither too short nor too long, cut to just below the jaw-line. He wore black-framed glasses; not the thick-framed kind that is trendy, but the sort that gives a subtly intellectual look. His skin was a naturally dark colour and he had an intelligent, scholarly-looking face with smiling, upturned lips and an elegant, refined nose. His eyes were dark, with thick lashes. And ah, his voice~ it was deep, rich and warm.
Er. Yes. *cough* Anyway, as I was saying, he was so handsome that for the entire time he sat there having a philosophical debate with his friend about human rights and human nature, I was quite distracted, and had to force myself to stay still so that I would not turn my head to look at him too much. I tried to satisfy myself by staring at his reflection in the window instead. Tsk. Bloody good-looking men and their ability to distract me! Or damn me, and my tendency to be distracted.
( Fanfiction babbling/progress )
Okay. So. Yesterday was kind of... ehhh. Very cold, as y'all noticed from my last entry. Well, I did indeed skip intro lecture, but had to get up soon afterward so that I could go do something related to my Oral Lit class. 'twas a showing of a filmed performance of Bloodclaat, which we'll be studying next week (I think?). It was awesome. I look forward to reading it.
Not much happened yesterday evening. I marked in my office for several hours, until it was 'round time to go home. Mostly the papers aren't as bad as the ones from the last batch, but there was one that made my eye twitch. As I said to
jesusphreaq, "I wanted to go all marxist-feminist on this person's ass, but decided to refrain". Hah. She said she might put that bit of dialogue in her journal, but I said that no, I'd do it, 'cause my journal entries tend to be all "fuck this" and "fuck that", so it'd be more suiting.Anyway.
Went home late, and after a meagre supper spent the evening at the Roastery. It was busy, but not too busy. Thank the gods. I managed to get a good amount of reading done. However, for about an hour I was somewhat distracted. At the table next to me were two young men, probably students, having a philosophical debate. One of them was very, very handsome and it was quite difficult to keep myself from looking at him. Ah. Tall and well-dressed, wearing a light-coloured cotton shirt, black pants and black dress shoes (I have a thing for men who wear dress shoes. Screw sneakers). A charcoal-grey wool coat was draped over his shoulders. His hair was black and very soft-looking, neither too short nor too long, cut to just below the jaw-line. He wore black-framed glasses; not the thick-framed kind that is trendy, but the sort that gives a subtly intellectual look. His skin was a naturally dark colour and he had an intelligent, scholarly-looking face with smiling, upturned lips and an elegant, refined nose. His eyes were dark, with thick lashes. And ah, his voice~ it was deep, rich and warm.
Er. Yes. *cough* Anyway, as I was saying, he was so handsome that for the entire time he sat there having a philosophical debate with his friend about human rights and human nature, I was quite distracted, and had to force myself to stay still so that I would not turn my head to look at him too much. I tried to satisfy myself by staring at his reflection in the window instead. Tsk. Bloody good-looking men and their ability to distract me! Or damn me, and my tendency to be distracted.
( Fanfiction babbling/progress )
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