*waves*

Sigh. I haven't updated this thing in a while. I dunno why. I've been doing (remotely) interesting things, and I've had free time, but I just haven't managed to post anything. I have been reading everybody's posts, but I haven't been commenting much.

So. Since I last properly updated I've seen:

Firefly( Read more... )

Hellboy( Read more... )

Arsenal vs PSV live( Read more... )

Howard Shore conduct the LOTR symphony( Read more... )

Uh, I'm trying to remember if there was anything else I meant to post about.

Random angst... ( Read more... )

And I'm going to be meeting up with an old friend from the school I was at when I was 16 next week. Probably Thursday. And it's weird, because I suddenly register that I may be forced to have the coming out conversation with someone who doesn't know at all anything about my sexuality, and where I don't know if she approves or not. This is not something I've had to do yet, really. I mean, I had the 'you do know that me and Rosie are in a long time relationship' with someone at my old choir who was being... unconsciously homophobic. But that's a different thing. Partly cos I was making a point, and partly because I didn't actually care what she thought, I just thought she should think about it. At Oxford, it's only ever come up in contexts where I've been comfortable with it, and anyway, if people you've only known for less than a year object, it doesn't matter so much. Telling my parents was kinda amusing, cos I knew they wouldn't mind, but I'd also kinda assumed they'd already guessed. So, yeah. It's odd, because from my point of view, it's not such a big deal. It's just weird that it's been... nine months since I started going out with Rosie, and at least three years since I started openly identifying as bi, and this is the first time that the potential for The Conversation has come up in the traditional format.

So. Other than that, life is good. I've been writing things - original and LOTR based - and actually getting somewhere with it. I've also been sketching. I have a new bit for my laptop, to fix (or at least make up for) its broken USB port. I also bought pretty things on Wednesday - three tops, a pair of dark red cords, and a new jacket. I also bought a copy of Angels in America which I will finally get to see some time soon. I've been reading my chaucer, like a good girl, and the metaphysical poets - much more fun than the victorians, but not as good as Eliot. Ought to get on with the big scary treatise things - Anatomy of the Melancholy, The Art of Learning (I think), and things. Oh, and Fairy Queene. Which was the World's Most Boring Book and a major plot point in the most recent Jasper Fforde book, which made me snigger and groan both.

Looking forward to getting back to Oxford. Not looking forward to work, or to eight weeks without girlfriend and my London friends...