Apr. 21st, 2010

dark_litany: (Bang - Dean Shoots You Down)
I'm taking a break from Shakespeare to blag on here instead. I swear, do textbook publishers have to choose the smallest font in existence when they print these books? The Norton Shakespeare has been giving me migraines for the past few hours. I've only just got to Act II of King Lear because of the evil print and I'm still hoping to reach the goal of starting Macbeth by the time I go to sleep. Damn Shakespeare and his need to cram symbolism into EVERY DAMN WORD. Makes writing notes pretty hardcore, especially when it comes to euphemisms for genitalia. He seems to be obsessed with penises and vaginas, the saucy playwright. And, last night, taking a break from Lear seemed to involve watching Pretty Woman on youtube. I don't even like Pretty Woman (everything seems cringeworthy and awkward between them) and I ended up sitting through most of it - I blame a Star Trek fanfic based on it, it was too well-written, damn it.

Ahaha, I just got a text from the Welsh Blood Service, thanking me for giving blood. It ends with the sentence 'you are extraordinary'. Why thank you.

Hayley and I got cornered by some socialist students after dinner yesterday. We were planning on popping over to Bute Park for an amble but ended up getting into a two hour conversation with these two girls wielding anti-tuition fee rise pamphlets. It was fun, though, delving into politics, and having a really satisfying and intellectual conversation about the General Election. Kate was laughing about how she outwitted Nick Clegg when he came to talk at the Union the other day, which would have been a laugh to witness. We were invited over to this polital gathering in the Aberconway block but I had to get back to Shakespeare and my bloody small-fonted-Norton.

Crazy conversations at dinner, too, with Simmy and some of the girls. We somehow ended up creating our own society on a floating island, should the BNP ever get in. The plan is: flee, set up a New Britain called Simmyopia (as Simmy would be our great overlord[lady?] and would hold the motto 'what I say is law', yet somehow be a cuddly dictator with soft authoritarian policies), and I'll be the entire Shadow Cabinet just so I can get a kick out of opposition (me and Simmy didn't reach a consensus over who would truly be controlling who) and the 'Where is the rum gone' rap will be our national anthem. The conversation got completely out of hand and so was completely hilarious and then somehow evolved into talking about Doctor Who and laughing about the Daleks. They did look weirdly like a girl group/power rangers fusion in the latest episode, though.

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