in_stead: (take my bearings)
I realised, as I went to update, that I have been seriously negligent in explaining certain aspects of my life.

What I was going to say was: I'm in a hotel in Dorchester that unexpectedly has internet! Fortunately I have brought my laptop along due to my later plans for October half-term break. Oriana is learning to knit behind me and we're watching NCIS on tv. Fun!

Then I realised that A) I have never mentioned what my October half-term break plans are and, B) I have never explained ORIANA.

So. To begin with, the October half-term plans. Oriana and I have rented a car and are driving through southern England until about Tuesday morning. She picked me up at home this morning and we have wound our way down and west from London. We stopped at Fishbourne, a Roman palace. I took tons of pictures and bought a couple of resources to use when I start teaching the Romans next Monday.

We then drove on, quite intentionally going by way of exceptionally minor highways rather than the major routes in order to see more of England than the London city parts we've seen so far. The high point? The village of Cocking, which includes the Spread Eagle Hotel.

Oh, my.

We are going to continue on, wrapping around the south bits and looping up into Cornwall before cutting across and up to Cambridge for Tuesday morning. Oriana is then going to continue on while I stay in Cambridge and attempt to talk my way in to see the (*cue choirs of angels*) Stead papers. I'm heading back home by train Thursday night so that I can go into the school on Friday and sort out my classroom before I start teaching on Monday.

As for the explination of Oriana... Well, perhaps the short form, as I haven't got volumes to spare here. Oriana and I met when we were 11 years old. We met in a multi-school enrichment program in grade 4, then I switched elementary schools halfway through grade 5 and ended up in her class and we became good friends, which carried on until I moved provinces at the end of grade 9. We kept in contact but didn't see each other terribly often until we ended up in the same B.Ed. program this past year. We then independently decided to apply for positions in England through the same agency. I got my job at the end of June. Three days before school started in September, she was offered a position at the same school.

So. Here we are. In a hotel room in Dorchester. I am checking my email, she is learning to knit. It is now CSI on tv.
in_stead: (my dead historical boyfriend)
GIP -- my dead historical boyfriend! It's an actual photograph. I was suspicious at first given that Wellington died in 1852 and I thought that might be too early for photography, but it had been invented, so I am increasingly inclined to trust the caption that came with the picture.

I ::heart:: my dead historical boyfriend. His wife didn't understand him the way I do.

In other news, have survived my first week. Just barely. I feel as though I'm beginning to get the hang of things, a little, although that might be wishful thinking brought about by a day's distance.

Today, I spent a very restful and enjoyable time with [livejournal.com profile] the_oscar_cat and [livejournal.com profile] lazlet at the latter's house, watching a variety of pretty boys doing a variety of interesting things, including but not limited to: killing demons, riding bikes, getting head injuries and travelling back in time, and being smart. Fantastic.

Tomorrow, I am committed to giving the Frequently Lost British Historian's Walking Tour of London to a friend of mine from Canada who also got a teaching job in London. Lots of fun.
in_stead: (rain on the thames)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] ink_stain!

Sadly, I have no birthday facemash picture for you (yet).

In the meantime, I am pleased that you were born.

*tosses confetti*
in_stead: (the great london escape)
Weekend was great! [livejournal.com profile] lies_d was great, meeting Mr.[livejournal.com profile] lies_d was great, Geekfest.ca was great, and dinner at the Green Room was great. James Marsters almost tripped over my feet, I spent all weekend making fun of Elijah Wood (who was apparently there but you could only see if you paid an extra hundred dollars on top of the forty dollar general pass), and I accidentally made eye contact with Kevin Sorbo. Also, much comics fun and frolic was had.

Sadly, it is now time to get back to work. I start school again tomorrow, my parents' big annual party is tomorrow night, most of my belongings remain to be unpacked, and my thesis defense is a week Thursday.

Does anyone remember what my thesis was about?
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Going to Toronto to visit [livejournal.com profile] lies_d and attend the Great Canadian Geekfest. Much fun will be had. Whee!

eta: Oh, hell, I meant to do laundry today. Ah, well.
in_stead: (Default)
Briefly:

The Montreal weekend was great. [livejournal.com profile] jubilancy and [livejournal.com profile] oneangrykate(s) are great. [livejournal.com profile] mcee was as lovely as ever, but in a completely different city than I'm used to her being lovely in. I saw my Montreal cousins, and they were great. I barely thought about my thesis at all, had a really seriously lovely time, and came home only very reluctantly. I am making plans to either kidnap or be kidnapped by the aforementioned Montreal girls permanently.

My cycling preoccupation is getting out of hand. Several Montreal cyclists think that they were being perved upon, when really I was lusting over their bikes. I cannot pass a cycling shop without sticking my nose against the window and trying to read the price tags on their display models. I am currently attempting to figure out what make and model of road bike offers the best value/cost balance, but the internet, for once, is not helping. I am very confused, but soldiering on.

Thesis continues to anti-develop. Thesis supervisor should get her requested couriered print out of it in hand tomorrow morning and perhaps something will happen shortly thereafter. Defense, I hear, should be early September some time.

I went to see Sky High with [livejournal.com profile] lmondegreen this after noon. The movie was cute and amusing, and the same can be said, as always, of the company. Afterwards, I gave [livejournal.com profile] lmondegreen a ride home and met her dog, who is absolutely adorable. He's big and affectionate and kind of floppy looking.


Tomorrow's plans include:

- bike ride
- getting passport pictures taken
- submitting passport renewal forms (w/ pictures)
- drooling over bikes at what seems to be a particularly well-favoured downtown cycling shop (all the models I'm most interested in list this particular shop as their Ottawa distributer)
- buying boxes to start packing my house up for the move to North Bay, which is coming up...quickly
in_stead: (text)
Thesis Progress Update:

Introduction: Historiography
Chapter 1: Stead's Editorial Theory
Chapter 2: General Gordon
Chapter 3: Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon
Conclusion: Titanic

Total word count at this point: 44,384
Final draft due in to thesis supervisor: tomorrow
Final draft due in to the department: a week tomorrow
Cups of coffee purchased and consumed today: six
Number of those cups that contained decaf: one

Number of annoying cats on my lap, licking my elbow, resting the full of their not-inconsiderable weight on my forearm, stepping on my ovaries, and otherwise making it both painful and difficult to type: 1


In other news, I really need to try to stop thinking about the Tour de France now and go back to thinking about Stead. The Tour's over. It's time for me move on.

[livejournal.com profile] lazlet and [livejournal.com profile] the_oscar_cat, I want you both to know that I blame you two entirely for my current difficulties with concentration.

...how many days until the next Tour, exactly? And what does one do to fill the time in between?
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My dear [livejournal.com profile] lmondegreen,

You were the only person I knew when I moved to Ottawa and the first new friend I made here. The last six-odd years of my life have been better for having you in it.

Happy birthday, darling.

Yours with love,
[livejournal.com profile] d_v_8
in_stead: (morning after king)
Last night I dreamed I moved into Apsley House. [livejournal.com profile] lazlet and [livejournal.com profile] blythely came over while I was unpacking and trying to figure out where to put my things so that they wouldn't disrupt the careful museum displays. We had coffee at the table around which the Waterloo Banquets were held.

I was rather disappointed to wake up in my very own apartment, nice though it is.

And I am a huge geek.

In other news, GAH, morning, coffee, face, nnnasgkn.
in_stead: (newspaper)
Dear Ms. [livejournal.com profile] blythely,

Today I used the phrase "chambers of power" in my thesis. Now I can't concentrate on academic work for daydreaming about your story.

This is all your fault. In future, please try not to write so well or come up with stories that are so engaging.

Yours,
[livejournal.com profile] d_v_8
in_stead: (morning after king)
I lost my keys at the university yesterday.

Which makes life exciting.

I met up with [livejournal.com profile] lmondegreen and [livejournal.com profile] fajrdrako for an evening of Smallville and me ranting at great length about General Gordon (just because the chapter went in doesn't mean, apparently, that I'm ready to let it go), and salad and chicken. Fantastic night. Except for the keys thing.

So, anyway, [livejournal.com profile] mcee decided to enjoy her social life at a most inconvenient moment, and wasn't home to give me my spare set of keys, which I gave her after the last time I got locked out. Fortunately, [livejournal.com profile] lmondegreen loves me and took me in so that I didn't have to sleep on the street. Instead I got to sleep in [livejournal.com profile] lmondegreen's lovely library, surrounded by books.

Now I am back at the university and hope to find my keys. I also hope that my bike, which I rode in yesterday, didn't get stolen after I had to leave it here overnight. Not being able to unlock it without my keys, you see.

Life is a series of small adventures. I hope my keys are where I think they are. Sooner or later the cats are going to want to be fed again, after all.

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