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It’s perhaps a bit odd that the thing that makes me realise how little time I’ve got left here is a BitTorrent client, but nevertheless that’s the case. One of my torrents is estimated to take a further 8 days to complete - whereas once I’d have dismissed that as “it’ll finish eventually” and just waited until it did, now… Now I don’t have eight days. That torrent will never finish.
Only seven days, now, until I lose my beloved ADSL for three months… Ten days until the party, Eleven days until I leave Southampton, thirteen days until Spain… I’m running out of time, fast.
You know, at times like this I could almost be convinced that the sunrise looks even more beautiful in a city. On the other hand, maybe it’s just that the air is tinged golden with a sense of happiness and freedom. During these few slow days, so much tension and stress is being released all around us…
About 8 this evening, we debated what to have for dinner. It was decided that there should be roast potatoes… a while later, chicken was theorised… then a bunch of other vegetables…
Two hours later, there was roast dinner. Chicken roasted with garlic oil and herbs; along with potatoes, carrots and onions, roasted in honey and ginger dressing; and stuffing. I feel rather proud, it turned out pretty well. It’s not helping me revise Thermal Physics, though. The exam’s tomorrow afternoon, and revision for it is ridiculous - so many formulae to learn, and forgetting even one of them could screw up the paper completely…
Ah well, gotta’ look on the bright side. Everything’ll turn out for the best in the end, it always does.
“She’s a kind of cross between Naga and Misato, with extra scary.” <– A shiny e-penny to the first person to guess who this refers to.
Twelve hours with no time on my own has, I think, fried my brain. I passed through the stage where it’d mounted up so much that everything in the world felt like an irritation; and now, I think, there’s nothing for it but to sleep with the hope of tomorrow’s revision in sight.
Exams so far:
Optics, last Thursday: Very easy, expected 80%.
Medical, today: Almost trivial, expected 80-90%.
This is going well! ^_^ Shame the next two will be, I suspect, harder.
Also, what is it with me, exams and dating sims? I remember spending most of January playing Kanon instead of revising, and now I spent yesterday playing the new english translation of the HaniHani Operation Sanctuary demo. Curses his easily-distracted mind
So, there were plans today. Shopping, Shakeaway, going to see Sin City. In the end, it was just Mark and I who left the house to head into town under steel-grey skies.
Fifteen minutes later, we’d made it as far as Faraday building where we stood dripping on the polished floor, sipping soup and coffee in the hope that the rain might stop. It never did, of course, and after a few minutes the distant hill in the east became wreathed in thick white mist.
We went back home. Perhaps it was too much to expect something like fun during the exam season.
For now… I revise. Maybe later, if I’m lucky, I’ll dream of June sunshine.
Well, it looks like I’m back to being my normal Ian/Tsuki thingy again. That’s a good thing, I guess, although it does seem to mean I get hungry more and do less housework. Ah well. Maybe, just hopefully, I’ll now be able to revise for my exam in 36 hours’ time. I’m confident, though, it’s a ridiculously easy subject. Only problem is, there’s an essay question on which we don’t get a choice of subject. I’m not looking forward to the exam, I bet the essay will be on lasers, or aberrations, the two subjects I don’t really know all that well…
Over two days since the end of the game, and I think ‘m just about recovered. Maybe. I’ve just got to try not to think about it, for the duration of the exams at least.
(Unfortaunately, the result of the first meme isn’t helping with that…)
A game finished last night, but more than that, a story finished last night. The story of characters that I love dearly, characters that have taught me new things, characters I’ve laughed and cried with for so long.
Unable to sleep when the game ended at 6am, I had no choice but to get all the thoughts and emotions out of my head. So, for the next two hours until I felt like I could sleep again, I wrote. This is the, as yet unedited, result.
It’s as close as I can come to an epilogue for the story. It’s not very good but, despite the high note on which the game ended, I felt that some kind of future had to be written, just to see where things might end up…
Now it seems strange walking though this house strewn with plates and cups, the debris of a fantastic game session. It feels like I should be living somewhere else, being somewhere else, and these “real” experiences are oddly alien in comparison…
On nights like that when everyone is there, nights that fill me with the joy of having so many friends, nights that seem perfect, I’m almost lost for words… Despite it being a leaving party, it’s not as if we’ll lose touch; so I feel it was okay to revel in the joyous emotion of the evening.