pizza and fire exit

i'm back in cambridge. i like it. it's nice to have fresh air. and owls in the night. and yesterday i reconnected with friends i haven't seen for a while. i sat in ed hunt's beautiful old court room whilst he made a pizza in his (illegal) superdeluxe microwave grill oven that has a hilarious number of settings, including one for 'frozen potato product'. yum. and it was like old times. and then i ate a bit of pizza with the meat picked off which is something i have been doing quite a lot recently. i feel a traitor to my 6-year-old militant vegetarian self. but i actually quite like the taste of pizza where meat has been. maybe i'll go to hell and be tormented by visions of the faces of little piggies appearing in bits of pepperoni. or not. anyway i am very jealous of those living in old court, i can't think of anything nicer than waking up and seeing King's chapel out of the window. but i do quite like my room. it's not as bright as the one i had last year but it has a nice sloping ceiling and is a good size. my room is a fire exit, which is quite funny. there's a key in a glass case that people could smash if they needed to escape, to get my key and escape through the window in my room. the plus side is that i figured in hot weather i could sneak out and sit on the fire escape and it could be like a little balcony. though it does look a bit unstable so i might die if i do that.

right now i should be in the english faculty reading, seeing as i did none yesterday. but i feel that i have neglected you, blog, so hi. i must tell you that i am very tired and it is concerning me a little. i feel like a middle-aged lady who cannot seem to keep her eyes open past 11pm. but when i do try to sleep i can't, because i get really hot, and then my brain won't shut down so i lie in bed for what feels like hours thinking and listening to the bloody President alarm clock ticking ticking ticking. and every night since i've been back i've been waking up at 5am from really disturbing dreams. the dreams are, i am sure, linked to the books that i have been reading this past week. after reading the girls of slender means in one sitting i had a horrible dream that there was a fire at my dad's house and i had to save my little brothers. i woke up and had to keep the light on for the rest of the night.

i am very much enjoying the greek tragedies. really a lot. my favourite so far was Philoctetes because i felt really sorry for Philoctetes. haha. gosh i am so literary. i'll see how such a comment goes down in a Tragedies class. but i did feel sorry for him, and his poor foot (though he shouldn't have invaded that temple, naughty). and i thought Sophocles communicated his pain very well. and the moral dilemma of the play. so well done Sophocles.

i am experiencing a rising level of guilt now so i will leave this godforsaken underground computer room (which brings back bad bad memories of essays being started at 11 at night [my bedtime] by a very tired grumpy angry yours truly) and head to the engfac which, i am very happy to see, has invested in some bookchairs. good times ahead.

bye, blog.