Sunday, May 14, 2006

3 days that shook the world

Hello

Heres's a wonderful new post highlighting the going ons in Varey House over the last three days.

1. 2 days ago it was sunny. Very hot so hot in fact that the amount of revision being done had sunk to an all time low. On the last day of sunnyness (it was a particularily hot one) Lucy came up with a tremendous corker of an idea to cool us all down...have a water fight.
Spontanaity was out of the question as there were no hoses nearby so Anna and Lucy dilligently went round their flats finding water recepticles, filling them up and passing them out of the window.
Three large tubs of water and a squeezy bottle were emptied over the brave warriors as they ran around the bench trying to avoid the inevitability that was wetness. Lucy came off worse but she did suggest it so it only seems fair. The sun promptly went behind a cloud so we ended up too cold and had to go inside anyway to change. But it was refreshing in the extreme, and all the preparatory acivity used up significant revision avoidance time.

2. It rained! Hurrah! This is indeed the english summer - days of beautiful scorching hotness, followed by a day pregnant with rain and storminess - and then it breaks. And then Lucy leans dangerously out of her window, and then runs into the pouring rain, meeting Alex mid-way, and whilst bare-foot leaping in puddles, remembering that pale nighties are not suitable to retain one's modesty in the rain. Jen similarly, but separately, shows the commuters how it's done ("Is it still raining, I hadn't noticed), and Anna is just a little delayed, and misses the silliness altogether. Matt stays indoors and plays computer games. Pat finds his revision notes are slightly more soggy than would be hoped. How very arbitary. And that my friends, I fear, was summer. It's now greyness until Christmas.

3. Last night the boredom set in to a new level....I found myself blindfolded (not in a kinky way) in flat 60 then I was spun by Lucy to the point of complete disorientation. As I re-gathered my balance I cautiously attempted to move around the room without hurting myself in an effort to find Lucy, Matt or Jen. There is something quite scary about not being able to see especially when you can hear giggling from all corners of the room. You are not able to locate the source of the laughter and therefore it feels as if you are on some awful drug induced trip where nothing is as it seems. Eventually I gave up- my predecessors were able to catch eachother I was not. Instead I located a chair, sat down and demanded a smoke. I got one. And that was the end.

4. Now we are here again lamenting the end. Days merge to darkeness here broken only by thoughts that we really ought to be doing something. Not drinking tea, reading papers, dancing around the room to the beatles or simply staring into space imagining the day when we are finally free. To revise or not to revise that is the question. The answer is always yes. We are all so close to the end.....the end is fucking nigh man!
So make that final push if you can toward some sort of success in these exams and very soon my friends we will be bathing in the sweet substance of alcohol and fun able to move guiltlessly furthur than Budgens.

1 Comments:

Blogger Lucy said...

Twas the both of us.

10:18 am  

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