And there she was ablogging again

It's a bitterly cold Sunday afternoon. The kind where it's as if someone from up above is ordering you to curl up in bed and do your readings in the feeble light that envelopes your poor trembling body. The weather has been having some schizophrenia issues, as is quite usual, and it was rather sunny for a couple of hours. I was tempted to sleep but my conscience kept nagging me so I went on with the German book we have to read for the German Circle course i'm taking. We had the 'prize day' last Wednesday and it kind of made me feel guilty about how much I've been giving German the cold shoulder lately, especially since they awarded me a lovely book complete with full colour pictures weehey! It's something about Thomas Mann and his life. Hmmm sounds very uppaclass to me. They also gave us Gluehwein, which is basically mulled wine, and let me say it's the only wine I've ever tasted that I've actually enjoyed savouring, so that was uppaclass too. Anyways this book that I'm reading is called 'Der Schimmelreiter', which means the rider of a kind of horse called a Schimmel (don't ask. I don't know). It's about this dykemaster in a seemingly rather remote village in the north east of Germany, and it's a rather unfamiliar subject, but thankfully I'm getting on quite well. The secret is this: Forget the dictionary. You don't have to understand everything. Otherwise you'll never manage to finish the book and, even if you do, you'll have died of dictionary- induced boredom beforehand, so you won't finish it in any case.

In other news, today I wrote a poem. I think it's the second one after the first I wrote eight years ago. Wow at this rate of production I shall soon be elected Poet Laureate. I presume it could very well be epic crap (and no it's not an epic) yet I am still rather filled with glee at the whole affair. I even tried to work a little with technique (big word about which I hardly know anything but anyways): I even tried to do something with the rhyme and even counted the syllables of a line that sounded epically crap to see how I could change it. I had no idea what on earth I was doing but I still thoroughly luurved the feeling. Gotta start doing it a bit oftener than once every eight years.

A few minutes ago I saw a rainbow yet now it's getting dark and the sky has turned a stern and forboding steely grey. Do you know that this is the darkest week of the year, leading up to the shortest day ie the winter solstice ie 21st December? I think I'm right. In other updates, yesterday was an enjoyable night out despite the cold and the stupid argument with dear Desiree. I hadn't spent time with dear sweet Claire for quite a while, and hence it was well worth the seemingly sub-Alaskan temperatures and the lame Pacevillian spots :)

Lastly: I'd like to congratulate Salt, of whom my brother is the uppaclass bassist, for winning the best Newcomer BMA, and deservedly too! To check out their music go to http://www.myspace.com/saltsound

Post-lastly: Radiohead have a new album out! It's been out online for a while: and I have absolutely fallen in love with this song. Exquisite!

That's all for now. Hope you are having a lovely Christmas season.
Take care,
Lizzy
xxx

The Uppaclass Song

Even though this song is not called the Uppaclass Song, I still deemed it most suitable to grace the (web)pages of this noble endeavour, this instant of quintessential uppaclassness that is this weblog. For all those who do not have the luck to be very closely acquainted with me, Uppaclassness is a term coined by yours truly, which is derived from the commonly used phrase upper class. This term was found most fit to describe every aspect that has any remote connection to yours truly ,who happens to be Uppaclassness Personified. And now onto our (yes it's the royal we!) first attempt to embed a video. God help us, or our uppaclassness shall be shattered immediately!

Oh dear, said video refuses to be uploaded. So here's the link: The Sophistication Song by Hugh Laurie

Enjoyy
Liz
xxx

Flitting randomness

I've been trying to avoid the glaring fact that I did not come home so unspeakably late from work and I should try to squeeze in some reading for almost an hour now, yet I am so tired. I haven't blogged for almost a month but I do not know what I should write. Thoughts flit about in my head all day long but then when it comes to writing a substantial and coherent blog, I find myself at a loss. Now my best friend is online, which means my shortcomings in the multi-tasking department are now on full display: the quality of my blog is suffering in a most terrible manner. I'm trying to think of something I could write to send it in , maybe they'd consider it for the possibly, hopefully, soon to materialize DESA publication. DESA is short for Department of English Students Association, which has been launched very recently. I'm really happy we finally have some people who are trying to make us feel more at home in our course, and I'd like to contribute, even if just a little bit. hmm let's see if I come up with something at least remotely interesting...

Today was a cold bright day, the kind of weather I absolutely love. After work I had one of those comically unfortunate moments. I waited for the bus on the dull grey San Gwannian pavement, looking longingly at the colourful but deserted swings for a full half hour, which for a person overwhelmed by her own uppa' classness is most unacceptable and abominable. I was understandably bored, and so I decided to walk a little to see whether the bus would finally grace the mediocre road with its mediocre presence. Alas! The bus came rattling furiously along the mediocre street just then and even though I gave my athletic all, I did not manage to catch it. Hence I simply decided to walk to university and for once I did not get lost and/or risk my life, even though it's not exactly the most idyllic ramble imaginable.

Some more randomness: I have today rediscovered the Sugababes. You know, they're actually GOOD. I think they're very up n' happening, as my sister would say. Good intelligent pop for the 21st century. This was their very first song. I don't know if it was the 21st century yet when it was released, yet it struck me as being of a quite uppa' class nature.

I'm off now, to have a bath and maybe, just maybe, do sumfing of an academic nature.
Till next time,
take care and enjoy the Christmas fever
Liz
xxx