things that have happened this afternoon

Gaby made me a cd with a startling array of classics on it. Lots and lots. So I'm in my room dancing to Madonna (hey Mr. DJ put a record on, etc. etc.) and then the song finishes so I play it again and then the song finishes so I play it again and so on and then the song finishes and I play it again and I hear a voice from a neighbouring house say 'FUCKING Madonna AGAIN.' So I switched it off and I am now terrified of leaving the house.

Went to a real swell lecture. Spent most of it pretending I was married to the lecturer. No no not married to him because we all know I pretend I'm married to EVERYone cos I fall in love EVERYday and I don't really wanna put him in that. We should say I was pretending I'm his best friend. He's lovely.

In the house we drew Secret Santa and for our fancy dress I got christmas pudding so now I have to dress up as a fucking christmas pudding. I look like one all the time anyway. So unfair. SO disgusting.

I got really excited about the English Christmas ball even though it's stupid and I want to hate it because of the very nature of going to a fucking BALL for Chrissakes but it sounds so niiiiiice and I'm so exciiiiiiiited and I'm gonna spend every day from now until then practicing impressive flicks with eyeshadow. You know it's gonna happen.

Started reading The Secret History again... have got to read it for school but it doesn't feel like work even though it is work and I worked out that if I read it at 2 minutes a page it's gonna take me 16 hours to read which is STUPID because I have a presentation on it on Monday and I'm going away this WEEKEND but what the fuck I'll do it. I'm steadily falling for one of the characters. Henry Winter. He's kind of a cliché but when has that ever bothered me. 


Really love this book. It's just nuts how good it is. I wish I was in it. This is what the back reads:


'Under the influence of their charismatic classics professor, a group of clever, eccentric misfits at an elite New England college discover a way of thinking and living that is a world away from the humdrum existence of their contemporaries. But when they go beyond the boundaries of normal morality their lives are changed profoundly and for ever.'


And OH! do they go beyond the boundaries of normal morality or WHAT. Let me TELL you. 


This is what the teacher says to the protag. when they're in his office. It's what I think about a lot doing an English degree: 'Work?' he said to me once, astonished, when I referred to our classroom activities as such. 'Do you really think that what we do is work?' 
'What else should I call it?'
'I should call it the most glorious kind of play.' 


And here is the first we see of Henry - 
'Two of the boys wore glasses, curiously enough the same kind: tiny, old fashioned, with round steel rims. The larger of the two - and he was quite large, well over six feet - was dark-haired, with a square jaw and coarse, pale skin. He might have been handsome had his features been less set, or his eyes, behind the glasses, less expressionless and blank. He wore dark English suits and carried an umbrella (a bizarre sight in Hampden) and he walked stiffly through the throngs of hippies and beatniks and preppies and punks with the self-conscious formality of an old ballerina, surprising in one so large as he.' 


Sorry to be embarrassing and talk about my course. Anyway. He's fit.