Moving and books, again.

I am taking a silly number of books home, as always. I think I panic about being away from the libraries for so long.

Unreasonable expectations.

No. of books I took out of libraries to read over the holiday - 26 (including 3 novels)
No. of books I actually read - 4 1/2 (including 2 novels)

Noooo.

I'm worried I might be developing an allergy to cats. Ever since I've been home this holiday I've had a scratchy feeling in my throat, like I'm about to get ill, but I haven't. And when I hug either of the cats in a way that brings them close to my face my nose itches.

A perfectly balanced diet.

The contents of my fridge when I got home after 2 months at uni-
3 bottles of champagne
A bag of lemons
Ketchup
Mayonnaise

Favourite Banned Songs

Really interesting post on it here.

Explanation here.

New words.

Soteriology

Kenosis

Pneumatology

Socinianism


I am attempting to write an essay on Victorian religion. It is not going well.

First tutorial.

I don't think I said anything particularly stupid. However, I definitely did skip out 15 years in my essay entirely by accident.

Settling back in.

My exam is over, I'm ahead with work, all is well.

Other than my reading list containing non-existent books, and libraries running out of things. But google books saved the day, so it's fine. Yay for the Internet!

It's traditional.

I have some packing done! At only half 6 in the evening! I feel proud.

It's possibly because I'm feeling keener to go back than I have before. And possibly because I'm avoiding essay writing and revision.

Not in the ocean. Or peacefully.

Following on from yesterday's post - I had a tutorial today with some-one who kept saying 'pacifically' instead of 'specifically'.

Edit- Clearly by yesterday, I mean 'the last day on which I blogged'.