So, I've had a really weird, painful and yet oddly euphoric, and all-together very confusing sort of week.
OK, bad news first. Essentially, I had a seizure last (last?) Sunday (on the 19th) at 8AM because there was a (false! ugh) fire alarm at 4AM and I couldn't go back to sleep after. One ambulance, hospital visit (hospitals are free here! that's so weird), few tests, etc., later, I was deemed to be fine and let go, but, the rest of the week has been ... painful. The good news: it's not as bad as July.
Unfortunately, it's pretty close, though I am getting slightly better now. Basically, I have a lot of mouth ulcers, so I can barely talk, forget eat. I used up all of
the medicine I ordered for my mouth ulcers, which really didn't help matters. I also ended up resorting to eating cereal (Rice Krispies and milk and sugar) for lunch and dinner as well as breakfast for about five days, because it's the only thing I could eat relatively painlessly. To add to all this, my back has decided to give up the good fight of not hurting
at utterly random intervals, regardless of whether I'm walking or sitting down. Still, I should be fine by Wednesday. I hope.
Enough of that, time for good news. It's really
good news. I came out to my parents! (...and they reacted well, of course. Otherwise it would be bad news and I would be a horrible mess. More of one, anyway.) Well, to my mother anyway, and she told my father, because that's how communication generally works in our house — via mum. The reason for this was, well, like I mentioned in my previous journal, there's an LGBT Society here at King's, and it's... fantastic. It's really lovely. They have coffee socials as well as clubbing events (the latter of which I can't go to) and as film nights, both of which are wonderful, but. I was getting seriously stressed about not telling my mother about any of this.
So, there was a Bicebreaker
(I know, how amazing is that, right?) coffee social - called that because it was the first bisexual meeting sort of thing - on Saturday (18th October) in the afternoon, and seeing as I usually talk to my mother in the early morning, because she's at home and I'm in my dorm, I told her before I went to it. She's okay with it, thankfully, obviously not over the moon because it creates Complications (read: my extended family, yes, all of them) with a capital C but she's not angry or disgusted or anything and I am really happy about that.
I'll do the other happifying news in bullet points, otherwise this will get really long!
- My course is so, so amazing. Linguistics is the best thing in the world and no one can convince me otherwise. We analysed a Tupac (2pac?) song (that is, Black English Vernacular) and compared it to a song by the Arctic Monkeys (i.e., Sheffield English) a few weeks ago. Oh, and I'm also one of the two student rep(resentative)s for my year, because I figured why not, right?
I have friends, and they are as amazing as linguistics. Maybe even more. Apart from the LGBT Society, I'm also in the Geek Society, which is really fun - they had a Board Games session on a Sunday, and I went and it was really fun! I played Cards Against Humanity for the first time with a lot of other people, and it was great. Terrible, but great! (I, uh, won second place.)
Netflix is a thing. Wow. I'm sharing an account with four other friends so the price is, like, £1.5 per each of us per month after the free month trial, which is great. Terrible for my ever leaving the dorm, but great.
There's a statue of Sappho in the Strand campus of King's. Also, one of Sophocles, but I don't know anything about Sophocles apart from the only surviving fragment of one of his plays, which is something like, love is like ice in the hands of children, but, more importantly: Sappho. A statue! I adore this university. On the subject of Sappho, the book of poetry I have of her, If not, Winter with translations by Anne Carson, about which I talk way too much — it's one of about two, three books I originally brought with me to London. So, I lent it to a friend of mine (who is really cool) and long story short, I have officially convinced someone to join me in the Sappho Appreciation LifeTM. I'm so proud of myself.
Wednesday recommendations will (hopefully) restart this week or (far more likely) next week, which is my reading week. Sorry about the abrupt hiatus!
I miss talking to all of you, how are you, what are you up to?
love people"We call everything a river here."
there's a love parade
beautiful blue and white houses
spill children into the street
like beads of happy colored glass--
music all over.
the trees are spring,
fall, and summer,
green yellow maples
all love people
two moons to a face
I think of a quiet
pebbled stream in this moonlight
and a younger woman,
like a single brush of ink,
as the pebbled stream dips,
into winter, or untimed wild.
How to Be a Smoker I fucking hate the rain. Some people like how it sounds and that’s nice, and some people say it cleans up the streets. All I know is that my shoes are dirty enough without having mud on the inside, too.
Students are already filing out the door when I figure that it’s been another hour of class wasted wondering how nasty my socks are now. The rain is pounding against the thin roof of the lecture hall and as I head toward the doors, sidewalk outside soaked already with footprints and puddles, I realize that I don’t own a fucking umbrella. It’s the beginning of the fucking rain season and all we’ve got to show for it are two hoodies and the jacket Pierre eats in, sleeps in, and probably shits in. And before I know it, I’m bumping into the girl to the right of me with the bright yellow umbrella still tucked into her backpack. Her books spill out of her hands and I motion towards them, picking up a couple an
The title is from a poem by W. S. Merwin, The Nails
, mostly because I like the last line,
not in the least because it's ironically literal if you consider my current condition.