In Which I Failed to Worship Herc As He Deserves
My inner fangirl isn’t actually as rabidly uncontrollable as I had feared; was in very close proximity to Anthony Head today, and restrained all semblance of fangirling (he was visiting someone in hospital in the bed opposite someone I was visiting so wasn’t really the place for fangirling). I was very close to passing as a normal human being, mostly because, fangirling aside, I didn’t even take off my coat. Significant, as I was wearing an ‘MJN Air’ t-shirt and therefore would have been passively fangirling had I exposed it.
His voice did make me miss Cabin Pressure even more though.
Unrelatedly, I baked some bomb-ass cupcakes today; vanilla with pink frosting and white chocolate stars. This is significant, as I am not a domestic anything and once burnt pasta because I forgot to add water in my first year in college. Thus, this represents a significant achievement (and mass procrastination revising Public Law).
The British Library
is a pre-eminent, unparalleled temple of books and academia. One can, having passed through the sacred ritual of obtaining a hallowed Reader Pass, have access to every book ever published. It is a mecca for students, researchers, academics of all stages. It is also a lovely working environment; big desks, free wifi, quiet, with two gorgeous coffee shops and the King’s Library down the middle.
I came to do srs Law work. But the internet was down and I hadn’t downloaded the relevant textbooks to my iPad. But I did not leave.
What did I request, through the bewildering online system, that, I repeat, gives one access to every book ever published?
Je regrette fuckall.
Exams are over - this was one of the many products of my post finals graphics binge.
Revision can be pretty! Romantics exam in a week time. I love William Blake, but my God is he batshit crazy. All the references to angels, though - I couldn’t resist.
Combination of sleep deprivation, stress and British weather led to awesome Misha dream
Castiel/Misha (unsure as to which; had Misha’s features and Castiel’s expression) was a Russian prince (Tsarevich), in military finery, with grey wings against a snowy background. Just walking towards me, like Matthew Macfadyen in that last scene of Pride and Prejudice.
…then I woke up by Lord F returning from lunch, slapping upside the head. Fair enough, I suppose, I was sleeping in a library and people were trying to learn.
Damnit brain. Why can’t you serve up this stuff when I have the time to fic it properly?!
What will probably turn into the front cover for my Castiel fanmix. Text from M83’s ‘This Bright Flash’. Painting detail is from Turner’s ‘Angel in the Sun’.
A rejected Castiel fan mix front cover. Found a lot of classical fusion that is absolutely perfect for his badassery, just need to create the perfect front cover. Done as a reward for doing about eleven straight hours of revision today fsdnjenfpq9hqkjnskjnds poo.
Best message from best friend.
(we’re both in Finals Hell, it should be mentioned)
Best Fwiend: Well cheers Becca for introducing me to Supernatural. Didn’t do any work today, just lay in bed and watched half of the first season eating biscuits.
We’re soul mates.
Unrelatedly, I just got up at 5AM for a photography call time of 9AM, on the opposite side of the country.
Still, this does mean that my car is about to become the Metallicar.
And after downing Pro Plus and a lot of Diet Coke, I will look like this:
And be doing a fuckload of this:
Come at me bro.
As if I didn’t need any more reminding, this is my wallpaper.
Detail from John Martin’s ‘The Plains of Heaven.’
V surreal academic experience
In my tutorial today, with my PhD tutor, we sat down and discussed (in the context of Blake and traditional Christian doctrine), two screen caps of Dean Winchester in Hell. She commented on how it resembled the crucifixion, and I just sat there unable to form coherent sentences between Jensen Ackles was looking all beautiful and scared and bloody and I was incapable of concentrating…
Good times.
Also bought a Star Wars special edition moleskin notebook. Fuck to the yeah.
Finally, went to a party with BIRDS IN MY HAIR.
