I have a trillion billion things rushing around my head but none of them seem to make enough sense for me to commit them to paper, whether in my essay, or on other random scraps which I might happen to write.
It is quarter to three, and I ought to be about half way through an essay by now, but I am so not. It is really quite upsetting actually. The essay is meant to be about Plato's Phaedrus, and his attitude towards Sophistry and Dialectic in this dialogue. But at the moment, I can't even get my syntax right in this blog, let alone in an essay.
The thing is, the essay is due in on Thursday. Thursday!? You might be saying. But that would give you the whole of today and tomorrow night to do it. But no. Tomorrow I have to go back to Brighton. Don't get me wrong, I am excited to see Eleanor, but this does mean I am losing out on a LOT of vital time which I need to write my essay. And Eleanor SO won't understand my need to get this essay in on time.
All I am hoping for is that Dan manages to get another ticket to the Caius Super Formal Hall on Thursday evening, because that would actually give me something to look forward to. I suppose I do have the T.O.D.S. meeting to look forward to on Thursday after my supervision. T.O.D.S. is a society a few of my friends and I formed. It is the Tea Or Death Society and our main aim is to consume every type of tea which we can get our hands on in the local tea emporium. We have other aims, but this is by far the principal aim.
Pleasepleasepleaseplease let Dan get another ticket to the Formal. This is basically what is getting me through my week. On Friday, I have to go back to Brighton AGAIN, for our school Prizegiving ceremony. I got the music prize which I am hoping beyond hope is moneys, but I have a sneaking suspicion it is book tokens. Which wouldn't go amiss, but aren't as good as CASH! haha!
It will be really nice to see some of my friends again, but I am not really looking forward to certain members of staff going "I always knew you could do it" and expecting me to tactically forget that they told me not to even bother applying to Cambridge at all... Such is the hypocrisy of the world. I bought a University scarf today, even though this week is going to be bloody expensive.
This has been a somewhat depressing post, but there is this thing at Cambridge (I think that those at the Other Place have it too) called "5th Week Blues" which I and all of my friends seem to be experiencing at the moment. To combat our misery, we murdered a piece of toast, and drowned it in washing up liquid, before leaving it on the kitchen floor like vandals. Because that was a really good use of our time. As is this...
Don't get me wrong. I am having a fantastic time here.
This week just passed has been one of the best weeks ever. The election of Barack Obama was amazing. We all partied all night long at the Union, and when Obama's election was announced, the place just ERUPTED in this Bacchic, ecstatic, euphoria, people kissing, embracing, cheering, laughing, waking the sleeping few to tell them the news... I will remember that night forever. And I have met Dan...
I have never felt so at home before. I have met some amazing, wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, likeminded people. I truly believe that I am at home here. But right now, I feel like death.
I think that the only thing is to go to bed. And post a much more optimistic post at the weekend, when this hellish week is over. Because inevitably, whatever happens this week, there will (hopefully) be another week after it.