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

Today I basically did nothing more exciting than see my housemate's show, because I am super knackered and injured and ever so slightly unwell. SEXY SQUEAKY VOICE yes that's right! Also, the show was really good & I was retardedly proud of said housemate, despite obviously not having been directly involved in any way. Also I tried a Daim Milka today. amazing. It's the simple things in life.

Saturday, 20th March.


14.45; As Of Last Night, Pretty Much All My Flat Shoes Have Fallen Apart


15.05; Spoils Of The Shop


15.28; Solidify, Egg, So I May Consume You


17.13; Attempting To Find The Best Ever Recipe For Apple Pie


18.22; Removed Lenses From My "Up 3D" Glasses To Create Hipster Specs


18.30; They Are Passed Around To Drive Daina Mental (Daina Hates Hipsters)


20.56; Shifty In The Interval


22.57; Depressed About The State Of The Kitchen

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!

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

Today was a very odd day, but lots of fun. I went to see the drama soc production of A Doll's House because my plans to see a magician went awry; I tackled student finance; I got to know some castmates; my kitchen was overtaken by drunken and insane med students from my flatmate's Footloose production. Hmm.

Wednesday, 17th March:


10.24; Blow-Drying


13.07; Sunny Day, Flowers, Lads Playing Football on the Green


14.44; Curse You, Student Finance, I Am Your Master


15.35; That'll Be Our Evening Plans Scuppered, Then


16.22; Vague Attempts to Read Henry IV Followed Swiftly By Accidental Nap


18.58; Straight From The Pan Yeah That's Right


20.30; Attempts To Photograph The Stage Failed, So Here Is My Blurry Ticket Stub Instead


00.23; Camera Comandeered By Hilarious Drunk Housemate

I wish I was going to get more than about six hours sleep tonight. sigh.

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

I'm back again! Slightly more exciting day today; I had rehearsals, so there are actually pictures from bits of the day after the sun had set. Yeahhh rock and rolllll

Tuesday, 16th March:


9.34; Awake But Not Happy About It


10.42; Blurry, Pre-Tutorial Photo of My Unexciting Haircut (Finally)


11.59; My Shadow & I Are Home For Lunch


14.08; Tea, Cake, Vonnegut


20.38; Time To Rehearse/Alex Puzzled By Absence of Eggs


22.05; Let's Run Part Two Again


22.50; Post-Rehearsals Drinks in Guild

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

I've been crazily busy lately and massively neglected this little blog of mine. Monday Words died a death because I just didn't know why I was doing it, there didn't seem to be any point; I felt like it had started out with some kind of logic behind it and then, I don't know, I just forgot what that logic was.

Anyway, but I've decided that this week, I'm going to do a little blogging exercise I did about a year ago (elsewhere, obviously, as this place didn't exist then) called 'a week in the life'. It's fun, good for posterity and nice to look back on, and it gives me an excuse to take lots of photographs - plus, this blog was originally supposed to be about university, and at the very least I shall come out of this with a fairly good representation of my first year. Right? Right.


A Week In The Life
Aim of the Game: For one week, you are to post photographs taken during the day.

Rules:
1. You must take between 6 and 8 new photographs per day.
2. Your WITL must be consecutive. No skipping days.
3. You must post your photographs at the end of that day, sometime after the last picture is taken.
4. Each photograph must have the time taken beneath and a title, with no other explanation.

You must post these rules at your first entry, then link back to it for the other six days so that people will know wtf you're doing.



Monday, 15th March:


11.33am; Surprisingly Un-Disgusting Kitchen Today


12.05am; Toast, New Historicist Criticism, Bucket of Tea


13.43pm; Off To Get My Hair Cut


14.53pm; Liver Building Visible in the Distance


15.50; Swiss Roll Not So Much Eaten As Attacked


17.06; It's Library O'Clock


19.48; Dinner With Flatmates (My Gnocchi Not Pictured)

everything's amazing and nobody's happy.

Today I am sick in bed, though I did drag myself off to my 11am lecture on the suffragette movements, so in many ways the epic amount of sleeping/telly that I filled the rest of my time with was...totally justified? Anyway, I'm beginning to feel better, so that's good.

I have to go read Twelfth Night in a minute, but I'm just going to chuck some prose poetry about birds up here first. I like prose poetry. I remember reading "If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things" a few years ago and being really struck by the realisation that the two things didn't have to be poles apart - that a novel with characters and a plot could read like poetry. I didn't read much poetry at this time, so it was kind of a turning point for you. Also, the first Richard Siken I ever read was a piece of prose poetry called You Are Jeff. I love Siken (the title of this blog comes from a poem of his) and have such a clear memory of reading his writing for the first time and just finding it unspeakably moving. I read You Are Jeff - a bit long to put up here, but I urge you to google it - at about 3am when I was doing my A-levels and a bit overwrought, and I just absolutely bawled my eyes out. Stunning.

Anyway, so here is a short-and-sweet piece of prose poetry, because it doesn't get enough love as a form.

Please Take Back the Sparrows
Suzanne Buffam

Please take back the sparrows. They are bothersome and cute. They are brown and daily all year long. They make a plaything of the wind and the spruce. They come too close. They look right at me with their tiny black eyes. They dart through spaces. They pick up the pieces and the pace. From rooftop to eavetrough to wire to branch — they spring spring spring spring spring spring spring. They are not sorry. They are not singing. Many they are one they are never not somewhere. They are not not singing. They are not slack. They fear the bluejay and the airedale. They drink from the pond! They scatter thinking. They are not asking or telling they are scattering thinking they are shivering. They are awake or they are shivering. Please, take back the sparrows. They bathe in dust.


EDIT: You Are Jeff, in case anyone reading this has a bit of time on their hands & wants to see what I was on about.