a week in the life of the lady lozopus: day seven

ALL DONE. Today marked the end of the last weekend before we all go home for easter, so we decided to celebrate/commiserate with a day of deeply wholesome activities. We baked a pie, went for a meal, played some cards and then ate the pie with custard and felt deeply smug. Victories all round I reckon.

Sunday, 21st March.


17.24; Tom Makes A Very Low-Effort Apple Pie


17.52; Pippa Working Pastry Magic


18.12; An Arm Wrestle To Prove Who Is Stronger


18.54; Serious Apple Production Occurs


19.35; Daina And I Create This Creepy Wee Man Out Of The Remaining Pastry


20.03; ...Dreadful Things Happen To Him


20.11; Our Amazing Fucking Pie


21.00; Lovely Meal Out While We Wait For It To Cool Down

The seventh day of my week in the life business is over, so now I shall go back to posting only every once in a blue moon. Hooray possibly?

a week in the life of the lady lozopus: day four

This one is late, i.e. it's now Saturday and all the photos are from Friday, but by the time I got back to my room at half three this morning I was just like ughhhhh sleep please. Ended up seeing a Beatles tribute act in the cavern with flatmate/halls friends, which was mad and surreal and far, far more fun than it had any right to be. oh yes.


9.53; Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip Ease My 10am Lecture Pain


15.32; Eating Some Lunch, Listening to Ben Goldacre Talk About Rentokil


19.01; Red Onion Puff Pastry Tarts And Roast Potatoes, Victoryyy


21.24; Rehearsing Again, Roisin Looks Coy With A Ladle


23.10; Briefly Home To Dump Stuff & It's Time For Some Pro Plus


00.39; Somehow End Up In The Cavern Watching The Mersey Beatles


01.25; You Know You Twist So Fine


01.52; Pile-On In The Street I Don't Even Know

Off to see Dan le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip tonight. Exciting!

pretty expensive even for wine.

Do you know how many types of verb there are? Too many. Who is ever EVER going to need to know the difference between the complex transitive and the copular forms, or the intransitive and the ditransitive, or whatever the hell else?

I have to go and get ready for the english society cocktail party in a second but so far this evening I have mainly GONE CRACKERS staring at this sodding english coursework (hate hate hate), rattling around my freezing cold bedroom and listening to Fever Ray on repeat, who are er...not a band that encourage calm rationality. Perhaps I'll just watch this video on repeat until I convince myself I'm actually a shaman. twitch twitch.

(This is a bit like the night I sat and read all those pictures for sad children comics in one go - from perhaps the beginning to around here, or further - and felt a bit like maybe we were all doomed. Except I made a really awesome tomato and red onion tart tonight. So you can't say things aren't on the up.)