Rain, rain, go away!

So I have decided not to venture out into the amazingness that is drink the bar dry at the Sugarhouse. Why? I hear my hypothetical readers cry...well its raining. A lot. And my usual going out buddies are all ready whereas I am decidedly not! No pound drinks for me tonight :-(

So I intend the rest of this blog to be a bit eclectic.

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Cartmel extrav. It was 'special' but in a good way! After a light drinking session in Sonia's flat we slunk to Cartmel in the most amazing rain - Claire and I opted for ditching those waiting for the cash machine and ran, got our incredibly flimsy wristbands and meandered inside. We were greeted by Fall Out Boy and after a quick dancing session with Lyndsey; Pete, Bradley and myself decided to slink over to Brad's room for un peu drinking. After a shot of doom, a vodka and lemonade and a vodka and coke, I was forced to walk really fast back because of this rain of doom (Brad and Pete had spent a signicant amount of time in the room straightening their respective hairs). There was some hiding behind foliage, chaving it up and general natter... Then I spied my drunken flatmates Danny and Erica. This caused much amusement for me, especially the following day. Although I did genuinely appreciate Danny being lovely and huggy, honest. Later there was muchos grooving with the aforementionned drunkards and the majority of County JCR plus Angela and Pete, ending with the classic, if somewhat misplaced, 'All I Want For Christmas Is Yoouuu'. We sauntered back, playing pass Brad's hat (which I still have) and having Pete mang on at me about the impracticality of my footwear (I was in a great deal of pain).

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Last night was our final pseudo bridge road meal, filled with drunkeness, dancing and singing. Pizza was ordered by yours truly from Domino's - shout out to my favourite girly cousin Teri for the lovely boxes and the incinuation that all the food was for me :-p After an amusing game of Kings in which I got to live my wildest dreams after getting 3 of the rules cards, we departed (minus a drunken Paul) to Sonia's room for some singstar and ddr. Singstar as ever was interesting - I once again felt the need to expose the poor, innocent people in the room to my amazingly out of tune and flat voice. However my secret rap skills did mean that for the fist song Sonia didn't entirely wipe the floor with me. Claire and I also managed a rather fine duet, to a song which I cannot remember but it think it will have sounded fabulous. Then the dancemat came out, of which a new form of dancing 'Sarah style' was coined. This was due to me attempting to get my groove on to Big Brovaz but it was on difficult, leading to much arm and leg flailing. I am classy at all times! However once I returned to songs which reflected my rumoured ghetto roots I didn't phail quite so badly, lol. We departed with a walk down the corridor, I genuinely found this a bit distressing as I have been hanging out with the Bridge Road crew since November and I am muy attached to them. But I'm saving uber tearful goodbyes and shout-outs till my last day at university...

When I Have Fears by John Keats

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,

Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power

Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink

{as cited on http://www.bartleby.com/126/52.html as accessed 30/06/07}

Bring On The Fun

So exams are finally over! This is a cause for much excitement for me. It means that until the 12th of July (uber day, :-s) I can be relatively carefree. After Sociology on Wednesday it was a Flat Ten outing to the Carleton for Erica and Kate's Fake Birthday. It also coincidentally was Pete's outing for his biffday too, making it extra special. There may have been some playing of Kings in our kitchen beforehand which was the catalyst for the state of Christine at about 1 in the morning, bless her cottons. I had a great time, especially because I was bequeathed two drinks voucher which made the evening significantly cheaper! I returned home with a big bruise on my foot and Mark's shirt. I love the responsibility placed on me when I'm not sober, lol. But I looked after the shirt and woke up at 8, still feeling drunk and with the imminent arrival of the parents in 2 hours. It was fun.

(Me, Helen, Christine and Kate)

On Tuesday the Flat 10 lovelies had our last official outing to County's Extrav. I had such a good time and we all looked very summer of love-esque. The Deadbeats were amazing; me, Hellypoos and Smelica, oh and Chris-pea later, were grooving our little hearts away to Summer of 69, Johnny B. Goode and other such classics. Beatlemania I didn't rate too much as they chose an odd set list but ended with the eponymous Hey Jude, much to Helen's delight, lol. I spied quite a lot of amazing Countarians and it was a really nice goodbye.

(Me, Amy Cooper and Laura Bradshaw)

So tonight is Hardrock Cartmel, of which I'm a bit dubious, but only because it's Cartmel and as a member of County, I've been well informed of the 'special' nature of Cartmel. I've made myself a denim skirt in honour of the occasion. This will never be repeated again as it was far too traumatic! If I see a sewing needle again....lol. Tomorrow is the final Bridge Road meal and grooving too, it's muy sad, but I sense that there shall be numerous gatherings over the summer, including Leeds which I am uber excited about. I canne wait, although I am a little bit gutted that pink tents are a target for mean, nasty people, lol. Well I have some room tidying to do....

(Kate, Christine, Helen, Me, Erica and Danny aka The Flat 10 Lovelies)

Love Songs In Age by Philip Larkin

She kept her songs, they took so little space,
The covers pleased her:
One bleached from lying in a sunny place,
One marked in circles by a vase of water,
One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her,
And coloured, by her daughter -
So they had waited, till in widowhood
She found them, looking for something else, and stood

Relearning how each frank submissive chord Had ushered in
Word after sprawling hyphenated word,
And the unfailing sense of being young
Spread out like a spring-woken tree, wherein That hidden freshness, sung,
That certainty of time laid up in store
As when she played them first. But, even more,

The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance, love, Broke out, to show
Its bright incipience sailing above,
Still promising to solve, and satisfy,
And set unchangeably in order. So
To pile them back, to cry,
Was hard, without lamely admitting how
It had not done so then, and could not now.

{http://www.igreens.org.uk/love_songs_in_age.htm as accessed 28/06/07}

Exams

So the time of exams is nearly drawing to a close for me. I've been revising since, well before the 5th of June which was my first exam. Just Sociology left now. This is a subject which has caused a great deal of mental trauma for me this year. I loved Sociology at college, as sad as this sounds, it really inspired me. Now I find that its become very different, I have a seminar tutor who is about as much use as a chocolate teapot for making a cup of coffee and it rarely seems to grab my attention as it used to. It doesn't help that now all my flatmates have finished with exams - the drive to revise has all but gone. Still I'm struggling through, just another day of revision then its all gone. And in that day of revision I have a shopping trip with Mark and Pete to look forward too. I do love shopping trips on a Tuesday!

So I'm going to go and ignore my revision for a bit longer (it's becoming a well developed skill) x

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

'Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams'

W.B. Yeats

(as cited in Best Loved Poems ed. Neil Philip, (Little, Brown, Great Britain, 2000) p. 41)