{ and I still hold your hand in mine when I'm asleep. }

[delga]

I apparently have a weird thing about lecture halls and seating arrangements? Went to C.lit. lecture, ambled in, sat down. Ten minutes later, two mature students sit in front of me and this guy sits at the end of my row. This is all failry unremarkable except this was the exact same seating arrangement the four of us sat in for Old English and Middle Engish last year, not to mention Critical Theory and Narrative & Culture. We all love our seats, obviously. We're also all dorks.

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Before heading into the lecture, waited outside (obviously) and saw the previous class exit. Note, our children's literature lectures are in the management building so the class that was exiting was a management class. I swear, 90% of the class was composed of Chinese foreign students. And they're all incredibly well dressed, too, chattering away in Mandarin and flinging their hair about excitedly. It was surreal.

My English group is composed of the usual Army of Jeans but for two super-skinny blondes who gravitated towards one another almost instinctively, obviously trained to seek out their own. One was dressed like the majority of the Chinese management students - short jacket, above-the-knee skirt, tights and boots - but the other one was wearing a coat that I then proceeded to covet passionately (that's not the coat - but it has that cut; it was a button down and was made of slightly-stiff trench-coat-y material and had a couple of pleats to add to the shape - AMAZING). It was one of those three-quarter length coats that's cut like a dress? It was a charcoal colour and just gorgeous. Not the kind of thing that I can pull off, unfortunately, but awesome all the same.

Anyway, headed into the lecture and realised that the woman who is leading the unit is the woman who gave the intro lecture to Narr&Cult last year. The fall fashion previews must be getting to me because she was also really well dressed. I don't know how many people read The Daily Mail's You magazine supplement at the weekends but if you can think of that sketch they do of Zelda Meade-West, it was very like that. White blouse, high-waisted grey pencil skirt with wide-spaced brown pinstrips and the hip shape seemed to be cut for pockets which was awesome. She was wearing this thin caramel-brown belt, too - it cut a fabulous silhouette and I was impressed. (Her shoes were so pretty, too, and she was wearing this peace fake-pearl set with the beads set wide apart. !) It gave me something to look at, either way.

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The lecture itself was nothing so invigorating, unfortunately. I just spent an hour typing the notes up. Aie. However, it did fill me with a little confidence because I haven't read a lot of the books on the required list, but she mentioned five or six books not on the list that were part of the same period and I'd read all of them (Anna Sewell's Black Beauty and Louisa May Alcott's Little Women were two of them). Next week's text is Wind in the Willows which I'm going to start tonight.

Tomorrow is my On Reading lecture (20th Century American Reader) and looks to be a lot of theory work - Barthes &c. So, heading to the lecture and then heading to the library to cover the tonne of supplementary reading that I have to cover. I've been battling with a reading schedule this evening but it's not going well.

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Came back from the lecture, headed straight out again with T and The Flatmate to see a house which is currently occupied by three guys and a girl. The Landlady was all, "It's gross but I'm going to prettify it!" because seriously, these people lived like pigs. Ugh.

(Ha ha, did I mention that my landlord, nice guy that he is, is also REALLY WEIRD? He's been showing the house to people but I wasn't here so he unlocked my door, which, whatever, I knew he was going to. But he, like, cleaned? He just moved stuff, put my papers into a pile on my desk, put my box under the desk and then - this is the oddest bit - he took my already-folded poncho off my chair and put it in my bed so that it was hidden by the duvet. NO WORDS.)

The house that we saw today is weidly built, with thin corridors and the bathroom is downstairs - to get to it you have to go through the tiny lounge and the kitchen? But the rooms are all fairly spacious and the furniture is practically new. The Landlady is currently sorting out new carpets and something else that I didn't catch her saying because she talks damn fast. Faster than me, and that's saying something. Anyway, I need to see the other ones the girls have seen before I can judge it. It's more spacious and the amenities are more modern than in the current house, but it's really, really gross and the composition leaves much to be desired. We'll see.

Anyway, then headed back to the house, picked up T's laundry, went with her to the laundrette, went to Waitrose to buy real food, stopped at the washer/dryer place to work out when we were going to get a working washer/dryer instead of the washer that they dumped us with when they went to 'fix' the washer/dryer that we originally had. (Friday, apparently.) Headed back to the house again, put on a pizza for lunch. By the time The Flatmate and I ate (T had gone back to the laundrette to read and wait for her clothes to dry) it was 4.30pm. I got back from my lecture are 2pm. Crazy amount of time had passed. Then spent the rest of the time typing up lecture notes and trying to sort out a reading schedule. *pain*

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I'm obviously destined to do this all out of order today, but anyway, I watched Studio 60 today and other than Jack, was bored by all of it. Sigh. (But I still love Jack. Yay.) I'm going to watch last night's Prison Break later when I eat dinner and then I've got to do some reading. The plan is to go to bed circa midnight again because that worked really well last night. Also, I need all the rest I can get because that supplemental reading might kill me tomorrow.

Comments

[melliyna.livejournal.com]

I'm going to be a huge dork here but I so wish I could take your Childrens Literature class - it sounds wonderful (perhaps I should have become an English major after all).

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

Nah, I'm forever looking at other people's classes and going, "Wow. I'm so there!" except in a more meaningful and coherent manner. (Maybe. I sort of wish I'd looked a bit more closely at the course. It's called Literature and Language, but there are no Language modules, what?)