reipan: (cake or death? by li)
 I made muffins! 

...I was actually trying to produce cupcakes, though, so this may not be the achievement it looks like.
reipan: (twilight: sparkle sparkle)
Election? Exams? Weather?

PFFFT YOU GUYS

NEVER MIND ALL THAT

I JUST GOT CAST AS INDIANA JONES IN THE TWO SHADES EDINBURGH PANTOMIME 

:D :D :D

ETA: I'm now feeling the first few vague tinges of panic and am expecting [livejournal.com profile] perdrix  to comment on this entry and tell me I misheard her. Silly brain.

...>_>
reipan: (twilight: sparkle sparkle)
 So, um.

I may have sort of just danced a Morris set.

...

You wish you were this cool.
reipan: (Default)
 So apparently when estate agents say they've got a property that matches your requirements what they really mean is that they've got a property they didn't think anybody else would be interested in looking at. DEAR ESTATE AGENTS: I could just be being dumb here, but when I said "West or central Cambridge" I didn't expect for everything to be out past the Grafton. And £795 pcm is not the same as £700pcm. Don't make me cross.

Details of the pantomime! It is, as aforementioned, tomorrow - Saturday 13th -  at 2.30PM, in the Queen's Auditorium of Emmanuel College. What you do, right, is you go into the college, head for the staircase marked E, and then follow the signs. It's all very exciting and twisty. Tickets are £4 for students, £5 for real people, who have to pay a surcharge on account of the fact that they exist a little more than we do.

People who listed themselves as "maybe" on the poll - do try to drop me a line if you decide you'll show up :) I can't guarantee I'll have ample time for socialising, but I will try and go around hugging everyone I recognise. (You'll see me. I'm fairly multicoloured in this one.) If you can't come, well, you suck, and don't expect to be let off easily; it takes me almost five minutes to overcome that kind of grudge.

Don't say you weren't warned.
reipan: (could be bunnies)
I told people I would be posting details of this on my LJ, as I don't like Facebook and it's taken me ages to check out the cool features of the polling function here.[Poll #1534365]
reipan: (kouriarashi: clyde being drunk!)
 If anybody knows of a house or flat available for rent to two students (the student part is important) in Cambridge from the beginning of the next academic year - preferably one that doesn't mind people with pets - could they let me know?

BECAUSE I NEED ONE OF THOSE BABIES

OH YES
reipan: (sunlightdances: gay agenda)
Advice time!

Um. So. The CUSU LGBTU does not have a president. We had an open meeting today at which people could stand for president. Nobody stood for president. There is, therefore, still a presidential spot open. I asked the exec people if the fact that I'm a first-year would be a problem if I applied; they said no, and seemed very keen for me to do it.

In terms of time management - I could probably handle it, I think. It would involve about five hours of my time per week; I have rehearsals maybe once or twice a week on top of my regular schedule, and...well, NaNo is obviously going to complicate things somewhat but this is not the kind of opportunity you get every day.

The people I have spoken to so far seem to think it is a good idea, and this is encouraging. And I really want to do this -  I know I haven't much experience either presidenting or being part of a gay scene, but I think I could do it well; I maybe have just about enough personality to make it work. Nevertheless, well, I have no experience presidenting and I might well suck.

So. Um.

Should I apply?


ETA: Thank you for all the votes of confidence! I have decided to sleep on it; if I still feel this good about it in the morning, I'll apply.
reipan: (tmg_icons: calcifer)
Full blog post about leaving thoughts will be written on the plane, I expect; I've got twelve hours.

I love you all and all of your messed-up, crazy ways.I'll have Internet access and the like over in Tokyo, so I don't expect I'll vanish completely. Those of you expecting letters - expect letters. England is full of special, wonderful, utterly insane people-types in my life, and I'll miss you all.

However, in the words of Frank Turner, this town ain't big enough for the one of me. I'm makin' a move.
reipan: (could be bunnies)
November 15th.

Holy crap.
reipan: (tmg_icons: calcifer)
Okay, well, I had one of two things lined up for my next post - either a review of the Twilight saga or  [livejournal.com profile] hippyjolteon 's birthday post (which is coming, I swear! ...as it were) but, what with one thing and another...I just don't feel like it.

Instead, have my account of the Great Rooftop Fire of yesterday. I'll try to keep the angst to a minimum (for anyone vaguely interested: I fail at romance. the end.) but if some creeps in, poke at it with a skewer and eventually it'll fall off.

Also, check out the features of my awesome new tagging system! ...I've only just started using tags, so this is the only entry that has any, but dude! I'm being all organised!

So, here we all are - look, there's [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart, and that one in the Hawaiian shirt is [livejournal.com profile] hippyjolteon - all sitting merrily by a flaming barbecue, not a care in the world. Any and all vegetarians present are bravely bearing the smell of flame-cooking meat. There is a lot of alcohol, there is shisha, and there are cigarettes of interesting lurid shades for those inclined to destroy their airways.

It's all flame-retardant! Really! )

There is, I feel, a lesson in all this. Do not play the heat-resistance game with lead sheeting; it's all fun and games until the holes start shooting fire everywhere.

Epilogue: Nobody was hurt, and the barbecue was salvaged with the aid of a proper barbecue on unwitting loan from one of the neighbours. Yuffie and her boyfriend are now trying to figure out the best way to fix the roof without alerting their landlord; the plan was to take some spare lead from Hamer and weld it to the roof, but this plan has been somewhat retarded by the fact that earlier today, during what was supposed to be the repairing process, one of our heroes lost his balance and put his foot though the living room ceiling. At last update, everyone was calling every builder they knew.

Further news on reception.

22.37: An update has just come in! The lead surface of the roof has been fixed, apparently the ceiling is being done tomorrow, so the damage can't have been so very terrible, and our clumsy hero has not broken his arm.

So all's well that ends well. Also, lousy as I feel right now, my friends have all been pretty amazing. Thanks, guys. Really.

Confidential to [livejournal.com profile] hippyjolteon : Feel better! University is a happy place.

Profile

reipan: (Default)
reipan

July 2010

S M T W T F S
    123
45678 910
11121314151617
18 192021222324
25262728293031

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 24th, 2017 10:53 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios