hobbit_feets: (cat || bookworm)
I've been dreadful at updating of late, but I figured, being as I am doing the whole, 'exciting term abroad' whatsit, this would be an ideal opportunity to get back into it.

I flew on on Monday-slash-Tuesday.  Which is to say, because of the magic of time differences, I left Monday morning, and arrived Tuesday morning.  The flights went smoothly, I helped my companion navigate the airport and subsequently the train station, and felt very competent, and we got into the university at about ten.  Following this comparatively smooth arrival, I:

             ~ discovered a man sleeping illicitly in my room
             ~ was responsible for accidentally blowing out the electricity for the entire floor
             ~ trekked across campus four times in my quest to acquire internet
             ~ acquired internet!
             ~ conducted a rudimentary shop to acquire such necessities as tea, bread, and ginger beer
 
The next day I went into the city for a mobile phone, a towel, an alarm clock to replace the one I killed in blowing out the floor's electricity, etc.  It took a great deal of wandering around and getting lost, but eventually I got where I wanted to go, and felt v. accomplished in the doing.  Lancaster, for all people have called it a small town, is actually a decently sized city.  British traffic still terrifies me, but I have four months to get used to it, I suppose.  After I got back from my errands, I met some of the other people here on the ISP, and was invited out for drinks with them and a score and some of my other coursemates.  We descended upon one of the campus pubs in a wave of Americans, and lavished our money upon the long-suffering bartender, Joe.  Whilst there, we were joined by Davey, whom a few other the others had met already.  Davey is a member of staff who used to lecture in film history, a Cornish bloke in his forties with a shaved head, an ankh dangling from one ear, a pentacle from the other, fingers bedecked with rings, and a fantastic sense of humour.  He took particular bemused delight in poking at my accent, which I can already hear shifting.  I found someone whom I was able to drunkenly bitch with about how no-one uses the past perfect anymore.  So clearly I will not be lacking for good company for this first month.

And then this morning, we had a bit of an orientation, got our course packets and reading material, found out what exactly we'd be studying and what will be expected of us.  I am geekily incredibly excited, because research!  ~Annotated bibliographies!  Critical reading!  Classes proper will start on Monday; in addition to lectures and seminars, we've a weekly field trip.  This week we're going to the Lake District to see Dove Cottage.  Should be awesomefab.

Later I will do pictures of my room and the campus.  I'm learning my way around the campus, and I must say, I quite like it.  It's not one of your old English universities-- built in the 60's-- but it's still full of odd underpasses and snickelways and things, which are very much to my liking.
hobbit_feets: (cat || bookworm)
I've been dreadful at updating of late, but I figured, being as I am doing the whole, 'exciting term abroad' whatsit, this would be an ideal opportunity to get back into it.

I flew on on Monday-slash-Tuesday.  Which is to say, because of the magic of time differences, I left Monday morning, and arrived Tuesday morning.  The flights went smoothly, I helped my companion navigate the airport and subsequently the train station, and felt very competent, and we got into the university at about ten.  Following this comparatively smooth arrival, I:

             ~ discovered a man sleeping illicitly in my room
             ~ was responsible for accidentally blowing out the electricity for the entire floor
             ~ trekked across campus four times in my quest to acquire internet
             ~ acquired internet!
             ~ conducted a rudimentary shop to acquire such necessities as tea, bread, and ginger beer
 
The next day I went into the city for a mobile phone, a towel, an alarm clock to replace the one I killed in blowing out the floor's electricity, etc.  It took a great deal of wandering around and getting lost, but eventually I got where I wanted to go, and felt v. accomplished in the doing.  Lancaster, for all people have called it a small town, is actually a decently sized city.  British traffic still terrifies me, but I have four months to get used to it, I suppose.  After I got back from my errands, I met some of the other people here on the ISP, and was invited out for drinks with them and a score and some of my other coursemates.  We descended upon one of the campus pubs in a wave of Americans, and lavished our money upon the long-suffering bartender, Joe.  Whilst there, we were joined by Davey, whom a few other the others had met already.  Davey is a member of staff who used to lecture in film history, a Cornish bloke in his forties with a shaved head, an ankh dangling from one ear, a pentacle from the other, fingers bedecked with rings, and a fantastic sense of humour.  He took particular bemused delight in poking at my accent, which I can already hear shifting.  I found someone whom I was able to drunkenly bitch with about how no-one uses the past perfect anymore.  So clearly I will not be lacking for good company for this first month.

And then this morning, we had a bit of an orientation, got our course packets and reading material, found out what exactly we'd be studying and what will be expected of us.  I am geekily incredibly excited, because research!  ~Annotated bibliographies!  Critical reading!  Classes proper will start on Monday; in addition to lectures and seminars, we've a weekly field trip.  This week we're going to the Lake District to see Dove Cottage.  Should be awesomefab.

Later I will do pictures of my room and the campus.  I'm learning my way around the campus, and I must say, I quite like it.  It's not one of your old English universities-- built in the 60's-- but it's still full of odd underpasses and snickelways and things, which are very much to my liking.
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
A livejournal!  Goodness me, I have one of those, don't I?  And my life has been ever so full of things to update it with.  A busy proverbial bee, I've been.  This entry, however, I shall concern my trip of a month ago to visit the lovely[livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  in London!

'Twas her birthday, and so I went to visit her and celebrate, and there was much awesomeness.  The last time I was in London, I was thirteen, and so did not recall all that much about it, other than the big touristy-type things- changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, going to see a show in an incredibly hot theatre and nearly fainting...  So!  London, effectively, was a new and strange beast to me.  It turned out to be big, busy, full of stuff, and goddamn if it's not the most international city I have ever been in.  People from absolutely everywhere-- Europe, Asia, Africa, you name it.  One rather interesting side effect of this was that I felt much less of the American shame I usually suffer acutely when abroad.  Which was, you know, nice.

But!  The things wot we did.  There were quite a few of them, many (unsurprisingly, to anyone even passingly acquainted with me or [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn) relating to the Terra Nova Antarctic expedition.

The saga begins. Under a cut for your convenience )

AND THEN I WENT HOME.  Which was tragic and sad.  THE END.
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
A livejournal!  Goodness me, I have one of those, don't I?  And my life has been ever so full of things to update it with.  A busy proverbial bee, I've been.  This entry, however, I shall concern my trip of a month ago to visit the lovely[livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  in London!

'Twas her birthday, and so I went to visit her and celebrate, and there was much awesomeness.  The last time I was in London, I was thirteen, and so did not recall all that much about it, other than the big touristy-type things- changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, going to see a show in an incredibly hot theatre and nearly fainting...  So!  London, effectively, was a new and strange beast to me.  It turned out to be big, busy, full of stuff, and goddamn if it's not the most international city I have ever been in.  People from absolutely everywhere-- Europe, Asia, Africa, you name it.  One rather interesting side effect of this was that I felt much less of the American shame I usually suffer acutely when abroad.  Which was, you know, nice.

But!  The things wot we did.  There were quite a few of them, many (unsurprisingly, to anyone even passingly acquainted with me or [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn) relating to the Terra Nova Antarctic expedition.

The saga begins. Under a cut for your convenience )

AND THEN I WENT HOME.  Which was tragic and sad.  THE END.
hobbit_feets: (log || a brand new day (you're fucked))
Gosh, it has been a dashed long time since I've posted anything; I bet all you poor sods on my f'list are just lolling about so sadly, waiting for me to update.

The first matter!  It is far past time for my Yuletide reveal, and most of you already know what my fic is, but for posterity's sake:

The Existing Scheme of Things
a Doctor Who and The Worst Journey in the World fanfiction

I wrote this for my partner in crime, the effervescent [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , and, though I do tend generally to be pleased with the things I come out with for Yuletide, I am, I admit, particularly happy with this one.  Perhaps the combination of Who and Worst Journey is just so delightful that it renders me a mass of fannish joy, even when I'm the one writing it.  It is also, at 6,580 words, the longest thing I've written and actually posted in a damn long time, and I don't think it wastes any of those words.

Other than Yuletide, my life lately has been all about school, and getting myself to England next year.  As some of you probably know, I'm attempting to get to the UK to study abroad next semester, but for various reasons, have had difficulty with this.  However!  I have talked to the relevant people and written highly impressive and unnecessary essays, and am currently in the process of applying to Lancaster University for the autumn term of next year.  Excite! 

As far as school is concerned, my classes run thus:

Moral Problems in Contemporary Society

Linguistic Analysis

Modern Literary Theory and Criticism

Milton and the Century of Revolution

Intermediate Finnish


There is lots of reading of theory and philosophy and quite a few papers to write, but I am, all in all, keeping well on top of things, and feel much improved from last semester.  The only class out of these which has proven to be a disappointment is the Milton one (and a bitter disappointment, because I love Milton, he's crazy), as my lecturer rambles in the most hideous, unfocussed fashion, and comes out with bizarrely offensive and generalising statements about the class on a regular basis.  I have no idea how he expects us to write the term paper when we never actually discuss the poems and pamphlets we're supposed to be reading in class.  Lit Crit and Theory is awesome as expected-- Qadri, the bloke who teaches it, is one of my favourite professors I've had at the U.  He's all sorts of awesome and will intellectually beat you about the ears.  Rather amusingly, the fellow who teaches Linguistic Analysis is a laconic, sardonic French Canadian man who wears Star Wars t-shirts.  A good combination, I think.
hobbit_feets: (log || a brand new day (you're fucked))
Gosh, it has been a dashed long time since I've posted anything; I bet all you poor sods on my f'list are just lolling about so sadly, waiting for me to update.

The first matter!  It is far past time for my Yuletide reveal, and most of you already know what my fic is, but for posterity's sake:

The Existing Scheme of Things
a Doctor Who and The Worst Journey in the World fanfiction

I wrote this for my partner in crime, the effervescent [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , and, though I do tend generally to be pleased with the things I come out with for Yuletide, I am, I admit, particularly happy with this one.  Perhaps the combination of Who and Worst Journey is just so delightful that it renders me a mass of fannish joy, even when I'm the one writing it.  It is also, at 6,580 words, the longest thing I've written and actually posted in a damn long time, and I don't think it wastes any of those words.

Other than Yuletide, my life lately has been all about school, and getting myself to England next year.  As some of you probably know, I'm attempting to get to the UK to study abroad next semester, but for various reasons, have had difficulty with this.  However!  I have talked to the relevant people and written highly impressive and unnecessary essays, and am currently in the process of applying to Lancaster University for the autumn term of next year.  Excite! 

As far as school is concerned, my classes run thus:

Moral Problems in Contemporary Society

Linguistic Analysis

Modern Literary Theory and Criticism

Milton and the Century of Revolution

Intermediate Finnish


There is lots of reading of theory and philosophy and quite a few papers to write, but I am, all in all, keeping well on top of things, and feel much improved from last semester.  The only class out of these which has proven to be a disappointment is the Milton one (and a bitter disappointment, because I love Milton, he's crazy), as my lecturer rambles in the most hideous, unfocussed fashion, and comes out with bizarrely offensive and generalising statements about the class on a regular basis.  I have no idea how he expects us to write the term paper when we never actually discuss the poems and pamphlets we're supposed to be reading in class.  Lit Crit and Theory is awesome as expected-- Qadri, the bloke who teaches it, is one of my favourite professors I've had at the U.  He's all sorts of awesome and will intellectually beat you about the ears.  Rather amusingly, the fellow who teaches Linguistic Analysis is a laconic, sardonic French Canadian man who wears Star Wars t-shirts.  A good combination, I think.
hobbit_feets: (Gene)
Muahaha; I iz in England.  And I haz an internets.  Victory is to be belonging to me nao.

Doctor bloody Who!  If Donna is dead, there shall be some serious smitage going on, let me tell you.  Though the episode was brilliant, as one comes to expect of Stephen Moffat.  I'm sure I had a lot to say, but I can't really think of any of it now.  Because I fail at life.  Bollocks.  But I am alive and well and being generally groovy over here in England, in case any of you were wondering.  Life is fab.  Weirdly, I enjoy baked beans and tomatoes as part of my breakfast.   I've got to know York well enough that I can wander about and not get lost.  Which, if you know anything about me and my sense of direction, is a feat.
hobbit_feets: (Gene)
Muahaha; I iz in England.  And I haz an internets.  Victory is to be belonging to me nao.

Doctor bloody Who!  If Donna is dead, there shall be some serious smitage going on, let me tell you.  Though the episode was brilliant, as one comes to expect of Stephen Moffat.  I'm sure I had a lot to say, but I can't really think of any of it now.  Because I fail at life.  Bollocks.  But I am alive and well and being generally groovy over here in England, in case any of you were wondering.  Life is fab.  Weirdly, I enjoy baked beans and tomatoes as part of my breakfast.   I've got to know York well enough that I can wander about and not get lost.  Which, if you know anything about me and my sense of direction, is a feat.
hobbit_feets: (Harder)
I have a job!  Bloody fucking yeah.  Granted, it's probably a crap little job, it's at a Dairy Queen, but I am not at all fussed, because I have a job, and this means that in four days time, I'm fucking going to England!

*rejoices like a mad thing*
hobbit_feets: (Harder)
I have a job!  Bloody fucking yeah.  Granted, it's probably a crap little job, it's at a Dairy Queen, but I am not at all fussed, because I have a job, and this means that in four days time, I'm fucking going to England!

*rejoices like a mad thing*
hobbit_feets: (My Fandom Has Handcuffs)
WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?

That... is the trailer for the American remake of Life on Mars.  Watching it, I couldn't stop cringing.  Quite honestly.  Where is the Bowie?  Who the hell have they cast as Sam?  Why the Mr. Moviephone-sounding voiceover?!?!?  What is this rot? Good grief, they make it look like some kind of sitcom. Making it out as if Sam (and it pains me to call him that) is some kind of hero, come to save the day from backwards 1972 ('72?) by bashing down doors and shouting and doing all the things that Gene does already.  I mean, look at that- it's made me go over all capslocky.

*repeatedly bashes head against the nearest wall*

Seriously? If the American public wants to see this show, they could just broadcast the proper, British version in the states. They don't have to Americanise it just to cater to people's bland and close-minded view of what constitutes good television.

*runs off to the comfort of Simmsy and Phil*
hobbit_feets: (My Fandom Has Handcuffs)
WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?

That... is the trailer for the American remake of Life on Mars.  Watching it, I couldn't stop cringing.  Quite honestly.  Where is the Bowie?  Who the hell have they cast as Sam?  Why the Mr. Moviephone-sounding voiceover?!?!?  What is this rot? Good grief, they make it look like some kind of sitcom. Making it out as if Sam (and it pains me to call him that) is some kind of hero, come to save the day from backwards 1972 ('72?) by bashing down doors and shouting and doing all the things that Gene does already.  I mean, look at that- it's made me go over all capslocky.

*repeatedly bashes head against the nearest wall*

Seriously? If the American public wants to see this show, they could just broadcast the proper, British version in the states. They don't have to Americanise it just to cater to people's bland and close-minded view of what constitutes good television.

*runs off to the comfort of Simmsy and Phil*
hobbit_feets: (Jesus Stick)
I find that I have not the willpower to do much of anything, at the moment.  I want desperately to sleep- or rather, I do not want it desperately, but feel as though it's the only thing really worth doing at the moment. I feel that I should keep myself awake, however, if only so that my hair can dry properly and I can eat dinner.  Most of my floor has departed today, as they've gone to see High School Musical on Ice.  I find myself ashamed on their behalf.  Well, I ought not to say ashamed, as surely I of all people know what it is to obsess ridiculously over something perhaps not entirely deserving of such attentions, but, well... it's High School Musical.  Makes me die a little bit inside, you understand.  Tch.  My Muse seems to have temporarily departed, something I find a great disappointment, as she has been so marvellously active of late.  It's dreadful, because I have a few pieces I'm right in the middle of, and should very much like to continue working on. 

My feet are extremely cold.

Oh!  Yesterday, I submitted the initial down payment for the Study Abroad trip to York this June.  I'm so madly excited about it, and now it sort of seems a bit more solid, y'know?  It was something I was insanely interested in, but now it will probably actually be happening!!  For those of you whom I've not ranted at about this, it's a trip, as I say, to York, to study Mediaeval History and Literature.  Fucking genius.  Leastways, I think it is.   I was practically hyperventilating from excitement at the meeting about it.
hobbit_feets: (Jesus Stick)
I find that I have not the willpower to do much of anything, at the moment.  I want desperately to sleep- or rather, I do not want it desperately, but feel as though it's the only thing really worth doing at the moment. I feel that I should keep myself awake, however, if only so that my hair can dry properly and I can eat dinner.  Most of my floor has departed today, as they've gone to see High School Musical on Ice.  I find myself ashamed on their behalf.  Well, I ought not to say ashamed, as surely I of all people know what it is to obsess ridiculously over something perhaps not entirely deserving of such attentions, but, well... it's High School Musical.  Makes me die a little bit inside, you understand.  Tch.  My Muse seems to have temporarily departed, something I find a great disappointment, as she has been so marvellously active of late.  It's dreadful, because I have a few pieces I'm right in the middle of, and should very much like to continue working on. 

My feet are extremely cold.

Oh!  Yesterday, I submitted the initial down payment for the Study Abroad trip to York this June.  I'm so madly excited about it, and now it sort of seems a bit more solid, y'know?  It was something I was insanely interested in, but now it will probably actually be happening!!  For those of you whom I've not ranted at about this, it's a trip, as I say, to York, to study Mediaeval History and Literature.  Fucking genius.  Leastways, I think it is.   I was practically hyperventilating from excitement at the meeting about it.
hobbit_feets: (Fry)
 Dash it, why am I so overcome by the desire to be British?  Not just to be in England, or to go to an English university (though oh, how I do long for that), I want to be English.  You realise that nearly all my writings take place in England, or centre around English characters, my internal voice speaks in a variety of English accents, the books that I read and the movies and television programmes I watch take place in England, I write in British English, I speak in British English.  And this is a constant!  Has been for nigh on five years, ever since I got back from England!  I couldn't even say why I love the country and the culture and the people so, or why I want nothing better than to be able to think of myself as a Briton- it's not the silly, touristy things that interest me, it's the boring, everyday things that nobody from England ever actually gives a second thought to, but which I drink in as greedily as ever I can.  *sigh*  Ugh.  It feels so loathesome to be an American.  I am moving away as soon as ever I can, and I shall never return to the country save on holiday perhaps, to visit family or friends.  

...

I am unspeakably pathetic.

On another note, I love Stephen Fry
hobbit_feets: (Fry)
 Dash it, why am I so overcome by the desire to be British?  Not just to be in England, or to go to an English university (though oh, how I do long for that), I want to be English.  You realise that nearly all my writings take place in England, or centre around English characters, my internal voice speaks in a variety of English accents, the books that I read and the movies and television programmes I watch take place in England, I write in British English, I speak in British English.  And this is a constant!  Has been for nigh on five years, ever since I got back from England!  I couldn't even say why I love the country and the culture and the people so, or why I want nothing better than to be able to think of myself as a Briton- it's not the silly, touristy things that interest me, it's the boring, everyday things that nobody from England ever actually gives a second thought to, but which I drink in as greedily as ever I can.  *sigh*  Ugh.  It feels so loathesome to be an American.  I am moving away as soon as ever I can, and I shall never return to the country save on holiday perhaps, to visit family or friends.  

...

I am unspeakably pathetic.

On another note, I love Stephen Fry
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A Letter from John Cleese


To the citizens of the United States of America, in the light of your failure to elect a competent President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective today. Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories. Except Utah, which she does not fancy.

Your new prime minister (The Right Honourable Tony Blair, MP for The 97.85% of you who have until now been unaware that there is a world outside your borders) will appoint a minister for America without the need for further elections.

Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire will be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed. To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:

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A Letter from John Cleese


To the citizens of the United States of America, in the light of your failure to elect a competent President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective today. Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories. Except Utah, which she does not fancy.

Your new prime minister (The Right Honourable Tony Blair, MP for The 97.85% of you who have until now been unaware that there is a world outside your borders) will appoint a minister for America without the need for further elections.

Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire will be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed. To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:

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