Day 4: First Rehearsal

Today was the day I went back to the uni campus for the first time. Obviously that’s the first time since last term, not the first time in my life ever. (although apparently I look like a fresher. This makes a change from last year when people were wondering how they’d missed me in their lectures) This was somewhat unwilling; my reason for going back was a rehearsal for the Welcome Week (“because they’re welcoming everyone, not just Freshers!”) concert. As the concerts are basically every day this week for about 6 hours a day, I wasn’t massively keen on the idea. So I thought, you know, I’ll just go to the ones maybe on Friday and Saturday – oh wait, the concert’s on Sunday? – and Sunday, and I’ll miss the rest. It’ll be great!

Things I forgot to consider:

1) I am one of two bassoons at Royal Holloway

2) The person making everyone go to the rehearsals is a second-year like me

3) Guilt is a powerful motivator

These three things combined to mean that I had to go to the rehearsal at 1pm today instead of 10am in three days time. This rehearsal was set to go on until 5pm. Unfortunately, I had already booked a tutor meeting for 3pm. THIS IS BASICALLY LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A VERY STRESSFUL TIME TRAVEL NOVEL. So not only did I have to a) locate the conductor (she’s new) b) apologise for my absence to the conductor c) make my excuses d) somehow extricate myself from the room? e) somehow get back? f) walk to the music department.

For those who’d like to understand points d) and e):

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In essence, think of the people as immovable objects. They basically are.

My exciting adventures were only slightly held back by the steep hill and multiple staircases that dot the campus, but I persevered nevertheless. wow exercise is fun! !!!!

Anyway, as it turned out none of my worrying was justified because the woodwind were released finished at 3 anyway. So without further ado, I managed the most productive ten minutes of my life: I signed my options form, established I don’t have a Geordie accent, confirmed I was still on the list for Philosophy and the Arts, and organised an audition. Wow, go me. I am super productive.

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Day 1 in the 0B household

Well technically day 2, but who’s going to quibble over a day? Not me, that’s for certain.

So, I’m back! In Egham!!! The town that’s so full of excitement they had to set up a museum just to tell you all about it. Truth be told I haven’t actually been to the museum just yet, but I gather it’s an experience that you won’t forget. It’s singular, that’s what it is.

Moving in was fun I guess. Carrying boxes up a flight of stairs was a lot easier than trying to get them through the porch (the outside door and the inside door were apparently installed by two different people with different artistic ideas), and then there was the added joy of trying to fit everything in on the floor. The kitchen is a wee bit cramped now.

Anyway, I kicked off the week as I meant to go on with a fabulous macaroni cheese with chorizo (chorizo improves literally everything, I’ve found… until you reach chorizo saturation point, and then it just ruins everything), and the first of many film nights. (The Princess and the Frog) I’m starting to suspect that every night might be film night though, because there are a lot of DVDs in the living room and we’ve barely even scratched the surface of what’s on various people’s computers.

Unexpected Star Trek marathons aside, it’s shaping up to be a good week. Catch you later, yo.

What do you get when you put carrot soup in the freezer?

Something that looks remarkably like carrot ice cream, and the taste of regret. This might have something to do with the fact that I put cream in the soup, I guess, but I’d never have expected ice cream. Not that I ate it like ice cream, because I think that would be weird even for my standards. It definitely gave an extra element of weird to melting it in a pan and then dipping bread into it. Ice cream sandwich, anyone? (and that’s samm-widge, by the way, not sand-witch. I don’t want a sandy witch, thanks)

Anyway, it’s nice to know that you can freeze soup. Because it’s become apparent to me that I really do have a soup saturation level, and if I have to eat soup every day for a week every time I make it I’ll probably end up going stir-fry crazy, and nobody wants that.

Actually, to tell the truth, I ended up feeling that way about meatballs too when I ended up eating them twice a day for half a week. Don’t judge, you’d do the same if you ran out of everything except a packet of 24 meatballs. I think my flatmates must’ve thought I really, really, really loved the damn things, although I’d have thought my expression of sorrow and angst would’ve put paid to that assumption.

So this year I’m making a pledge! Instead of making food and then eating it until I get sick to the back teeth of it, I’m going to make food and then freeze it. Yeah, in your face meatballs! You’re not the boss of me!

Oh, for the record, I don’t think soup is really improved by the presence of cream. You can probably skip it, unless you desperately want to recreate vegetable ice cream.

What do you get when you put carrot soup in the freezer?

Something that looks remarkably like carrot ice cream, and the taste of regret. This might have something to do with the fact that I put cream in the soup, I guess, but I’d never have expected ice cream. Not that I ate it like ice cream, because I think that would be weird even for my standards. It definitely gave an extra element of weird to melting it in a pan and then dipping bread into it. Ice cream sandwich, anyone? (and that’s samm-widge, by the way, not sand-witch. I don’t want a sandy witch, thanks)

Anyway, it’s nice to know that you can freeze soup. Because it’s become apparent to me that I really do have a soup saturation level, and if I have to eat soup every day for a week every time I make it I’ll probably end up going stir-fry crazy, and nobody wants that.

Actually, to tell the truth, I ended up feeling that way about meatballs too when I ended up eating them twice a day for half a week. Don’t judge, you’d do the same if you ran out of everything except a packet of 24 meatballs. I think my flatmates must’ve thought I really, really, really loved the damn things, although I’d have thought my expression of sorrow and angst would’ve put paid to that assumption.

So this year I’m making a pledge! Instead of making food and then eating it until I get sick to the back teeth of it, I’m going to make food and then freeze it. Yeah, in your face meatballs! You’re not the boss of me!

Oh, for the record, I don’t think soup is really improved by the presence of cream. You can probably skip it, unless you desperately want to recreate vegetable ice cream.