So, apparently my brain has made an executive decision, in the course of the past few months, to go la-la: synapses have been fried, seizures have been had, it has not been fun.
Essentially, I had another seizure. (I know, I know, trust me, I'm as sick of having and writing about my seizures as you are of hearing about them.) It was a bad one. I did some really weird crap, like knock on my flatmate's door, tell her I'd lost my glasses when I'd done no such thing, answer her question with 'coconuts' despite that making no sense whatsoever,
and then try to place my contact lenses box on my foot, all while bleeding from where I'd attempted to lightly gouge my left eye out.
I'm on medication now, despite everyone's (my family and myself) reservations. There's no way to tell if it's working or not unless I have another seizure, but here's hoping, right?
Despite this, I really am good, otherwise, and not everything has been as gloomy as I might be making it out to be. Actually, you guys are going to be so jealous: I saw Treasure Island at the National Theatre, for free
- a friend had a spare ticket!
I've never read the book (I rarely read any book that didn't feature female characters as a child (or now), and this one had none), but the play was an adaptation by Byrony Lavery. It gender-bended and race-bended a lot of the characters (!), so there were female pirates, ethnically diverse pirates, and female, ethnically diverse, pirates. One of my favourite parts was near the beginning, where someone asks Jim Hawkins, "be you boy or girl?"
Jim Hawkins replies, "that be none of your business!", because Jim Hawkins is fantastic.
Also, Arthur Darvill (yes, from Doctor Who) was Long John Silver and he slayed it. The set was beautiful, the acting was fantastic, the music was lovely, and it was just all-around gorgeous.
In other news, I went to a fancy dinner hosted by King's College London for the students who'd gotten the Desmond Tutu scholarship. I got a certificate (it's very nice). Patricia Scotland gave a talk (it was very nice, too). There was fancy food, i.e. chicken with grapes (?), but it was a) free and b) not half bad, actually. Also, I walked across Waterloo Bridge (twice!) in heels (!) to get there and back, and spent an hour standing in those heels (!). I'm really proud of that.
In other, other news, I can cook! I can make (and have made) chicken - and paneer - curry, exactly like my mother's (i.e. the best). I can make (and have made) various recipes involving eggs and bread and whatnot. I can make (and have made) caramel pudding. You don't understand, alright. Caramel pudding and I have a history.
It used to be served on the ships, as dessert after dinner, on Sundays, but I always - for some reason - referred to it as bread and butter pudding, which is something completely different (it has raisins). My mother and I grappled over this difference for years whenever we were on land, and after we stopped being on the sea: I would say, I really miss bread and butter pudding, she would say, well, it wasn't bread and butter pudding, and then make some sort of pudding and (through no fault of her own) suffer my eventual woe when it was the wrong sort of pudding.
However! This year, no more. This year, at one of the adult-y dinner things my parents have often, someone brought it. They brought the pudding that was not named, and named it. Thus, caramel pudding was realised, my mother made it, and all was well. But, having moved to London, I despaired of eating caramel pudding whenever I wanted to / whenever the gods were benevolent / whenever I could wheedle my mother into making it for me.
Until today. Today, I made my own caramel pudding (microwave version, in a mug, but exactly the same). And it was good.
Right, apart from that (slightly odd rant, I know, I can't help it - like I said, history), in other, miscellaneous news that isn't as detailed, and therefore is getting bullet points:
→ I'm going to participate in ProjectDFC! I had an assignment due, but I'm free now.
→ Becky Cloonan (the first female artist on Batman) signed my Gotham Academy #2!
→ I read the Wicked and the Divine, and it is really, really gorgeous.
→ I have a Bat-belt and it is the best thing ever. Also, a Bat-sweater.
→ I got a First on my first uni assignment!
How are all of you? Any plans for the holidays?
(The journal title is from a poem by Maxine Kumin, Together.)