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November 22 Weird stuffs Wow. Not written in this for a while. Quick update: Omigod Lanky One came for a long weekend and that was gooooooooooood <3, and jesus christ I have been ON THE BALL with my essays. 9000something words for Week 10? Get over 5000 of those *finished* by week 7, and have a good 1500 done by week 8, leaving me week 8, 9 and 10 to do 2500 words, 1000 of which is on the essay I've already started. I can coast it to the end of term. Yer. Yesterday was a great day. Sure, my flatmates are complete arseholes, some of them, with the monumental noise they make after midnight (Hairdriers at full blast for three hours; random cackling, banging and loud talking in Czech on the phone; door banging, laughing with girlfriend(?) and general stupidity at 3am) and I'm severely lacking sleep and freshness in the facial department - Those shadows are going to take some shifting - but yesterday was great. I and the General Secretary of the History Society led an expedition to Carlisle, to see the museum exhibition on Henry VIII that Starkey curated. It was wet, cold and very windy. We thought (a little foolishly, in the end) to do the Castle in Carlisle first, before it rained, and then to have lunch. We did that, and the Castle, unless you're horribly into Military Museums you've seen 100x before, surrounded by an old building which honestly is the least exciting and furnashed building owned by The English Heritage, was pretty abysmal. In my opinion. Then we had a massive meal (quite reasonably priced, too) at the Cathedral cafe, followed by visiting said Cathedral which is gorgeous. Really is. We got a bit mesmerised by this fantastic choir rehearsing though, and stayed far too long. Then we went on to the museum. Got there at about 2.57. Went to the 3pm 'Meet Henry VIII' performance, which was fantastic. A spitting-image actor played Henry VIII (when he was older and fat) who recounted from first person his life from 10 to his death. It was pretty standard, though some detail I didn't know about, which is always fun, and he was sooooo into his character, that you could almost believe that Henry VIII would have had a Lancashire Accent. Check out his pictures on his (poorly designed) website: Henry Tudor Bet you'd never thought you'd see Henry VIII on a moped, did you? (Jousting is so passée) Unfortunately, he finished at 3.55, and the Museum stupidly closes at 4pm. So we didn't actually see the rest of the museum, which looked really really good. The Museum and the shops are an excuse for my friend and I to go back though, so I definitely will. It's quite a nice day-trip place, Carlisle. I had a superbly weird dream this morning though. I was at my house, and came home to find that Lupin (don't ask me why these Harry Potter Characters were involved, I haven't even thought about HP in a long time) was kneeling, with his ear missing, over the blood-puddled body of Sirius Black. I was devastated, and shook Lupin and screamed, and he didn't answer. Just swayed there, looking kinda spacey. I called an ambulance, and tried to revive him, but he was dead. My grandparents were out, so I called Lanky One, and his family, including his sister (  ) came to get me in a car that they'd not be caught dead driving. My grandparents came back at the same time as the ambulance, and questioned me in the kitchen, whilst Lanky One's family stayed in the car, keeping the sister from seeing the blood. Love how logic isn't really part of dreams. I told them that Lupin wasn't answering me, and that he killed them (how I knew, I don't know), but my grandmother was being really weird about it and said that Lupin had told her what happened, and that he didn't do anything, that he found Sirius like that. I said 'what about his ear!?' and she said 'oh I'm sure there's an explanation for that'. I reckoned they'd been fighting. Maybe he'd gone werewolf on him? When the ambulance people were putting the two bodies into the back, I asked if they could take the body of my great-grandad. They asked me how long he'd been dead, and I said 'quite a while', so they told me to bury him at the gravestone 'over there' - pointing to the bonfire heap at the top far-left corner of the garden. (Not that descriptions can do much for you.) Lanky One's dad took me away from the house - telling my grandparents it's probably best. I was absolutely heart-broken, and couldn't stop crying. I clutched a rucksack with clothes in to my chest and slid into the oddly spacious car between The Sister and Lanky One, who put his arm around me. He stroked my hair, and told me that he'd try to look after me and cheer me up a little. Told me he'd got me a big bag of my favourite crisps, and Dr Pepper, and that we'd just sit in his room until I was ready to eat. Then my flatmate slammed the front door, and I woke up. But that was bizarre~ I could feel everything, too. It was very vivid. I could feel my body crying, though for once with this sort of tearful dream, I didn't actually wake up crying. Perhaps my conscious knew my subconscious was being a little bit weird.  |
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