I’ve recently had conversations with several of my f’list about what kind of work I’m looking for. They’re generally pretty unsatisfying – I’m very bad at explaining what I’m looking for, and my opinion of what job I can hope for varies with mood from “I can do anything” to “cleaning toilets is the best I can hope for”. I’ve told lots of you that I don’t know what I want, or that I just want something to pay the rent. Which is part-true, but not really.

So, I’ve finally tried to put it into writing. At least now I can point people at my LJ before muttering gloomily to them about the latest rejections.

The masterplan, take one

results, and anecdotes so Cambridge they should be banned

Plans for the week:

Tuesday: WUS

Wednesday: CAN meeting dinner with sam and sarah, free in the daytime

Thursday: department party, south asia party, activist barbeque. All at the same time.

Friday: My party (eep!)

Saturday: CUID/stop aids/etc garden party in the afternoon (or rocksoc picnic), then Rocksoc May Brawl

Sunday (19th): rocksoc punting in the afternoon. Evening would have been bounce, if I’d been organised enough to buy a ticket. But I wasn’t, so the evening is free

Monday: CUFS punting

Tuesday/wednesday: free so far

Thursday 23rd: Calling

mmmm…my life seems to involve lots of acronyms

Sanskrit set text exams. The good part about them is that the set texts are bonkers. Friday’s exam included two gems

1. ‘He treats like a ladle’

(this is an example of a word that doesn’t exist. But the idea seems to be that it doesn’t exist *only* because the sanskrit word for ‘ladle’ doesn’t end in an n, and not because you wouldn’t want to treat people like ladles. A word that does exist is ‘he becomes chain mail’, which might come in handy for the roleplayers among you)


2. ‘Next, he prays to the anthill’

(This is what it sounds like. It’s a ritual. Somebody prays to an anthill. This is considered normal, as far as I can tell)

There are two more set text papers on tuesday and wednesday. I strongly suspect they will include more ridiculousness.

I’m not sure people quite believe me when I grumble about the long sentences in some of my set texts. So I thought I’d favour you all with a particularly fine example of the ridiculous sentence. Here’s a fine poetic account of the end of the day. Without full stops. And if you can make sense of the bits about the sandbank and the ivory crocodile, you’re doing better than the rest of us.

Describing sunset without full stops

Today’s achievements:

– turned up at the wrong time for my first supervision

– turned up in the wrong place for my second supervision

– bought a pad of paper. Failed to notice it was completely un-lined

– locked myself out of my house

And yet, feeling really really happy at the moment. Perhaps this means I should do idiotic things more often.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

Not just a lib-dem win in cambridge, but a majority of 4.300, a 19% rise in the Lib Dem vote – that’s incredible. And well worth staying up for.

I hope atreic, lavendersparkle and everyone else who’s been campaigning for Howarth feels suitably proud. Thank you all so much, for doing what the rest of us were too lazy and apathetic for.