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

I HAVE LOST MY VOICE. It's pretty much entirely my own fault but very irritating nonetheless. I shouted very loudly at a very shouty/amazing gig, then shouted over lots of music in some loud bars, then sat up talking until half four even though it was already painful to speak. So, top marks to me essentially! UGH.

Friday, 19th March.


11.00am; Bye Bed I Love You


17.40pm; Getting Ready To Go Out


21.00-ish; Support Act Rips Off T-Shirt Etcetera To Reveal Evel Knievel Jumpsuit


21.05-ish; ...Then Leaps A Member Of The Audience


About 21.30pm; The Stage Is Set


21.50-ish; Dan le Sac Needs A Biscuit Before He Will Sing


22.15-ish; Scroobius Pip Has "A Fucking Side Parting"


04.19am; Too Tired To Find A Glass So I'll Just Drink From This Jug

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!

i don't really remember, but i think it is called 'auld lang deslang.'

Note(s) to self:
- stop being awake at super unsociable hours. Half three, sober, finishing an essay? What are you doing with your life? Remember how to write in the day like normal folk do instead of only being able to crack on with anything once it's past midnight.
- finish a damn book. You like reading, remember - that's just about the only reason you picked that degree.
- oh, yeah, and er look into changing that degree while you're on it. whoops

Tomorrow I am going to get up and learn how to function like a real human person again! The festive bit of the year is over and now we have a shiny new one, and it's more than a day old, it's all properly broken in and undeniable and really here, just like such greats as, oh, 2009, 2008, 2007-- you get the picture. Anyway, the long and short of it is that I am no longer allowed to stay up until all hours talking to friends about nothing or listen to Radiohead at 5am and go mental, or any of that sort of nonsense At All. It's business time.

And then, in a couple of days, I get to go see some theatre! I am seeing this and this and this, all for free, because of this. amazing. Part of me's looking forward to going back to Liverpool and part of me is already sad about being so far away from London again, because look, look at all the lovely free plays. ;_;

One of the first things I did in 2010 (after going to bed at 5am and waking up at 10, completely unable to sleep) was some tidying and a bit of light washing up - so I'm taking it as a sign that it's going to be a year for conquering shit. Although I did go back to the mass of duvets once all my friends had woken up, and then I barely moved for the rest of the day, so it's swings and roundabouts I suppose?

(At the start of 2008, I was woken up by my friend's super-excited flatmate bouncing on the bed, then climbing in between us with his chilly limbs. 2009, I was dragged from sleep by a different friend continually getting up to vomit, coming back to bed and then getting up to vomit again. so, ah. Low-key, this year, for one thing.)

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.)