Just a wetter version of the skies...

I am trying to tidy. Those who know me know that this is always a deeply, deeply flawed experiment and this time is no different. I have managed to minimise my washing up at last (this year it lives in a plastic washing-up bowl that I keep under my sink, which is great in that I no longer have mouldering dishes in the same place that I brush my teeth but makes it oh-so-much easier to ignore...), but the overflowing laundry basked and large scattering of graduate recruitment leaflets are going to have to wait. I am going to blog rather than getting my life in order- it seems to be the right way around.

Speaking of. Getting a job. This terrifying, horrible thought that I have been instinctively saying "AAGH NO" to for the past 3 years is now horrifyingly close at hand, and for once it's not concerning me *quite* as much as I thought it would. Maybe I am being brainwashed by these terrifying propaganda-like glossy leaflets that promise fun work with frisbee playing at lunchtime! and other such strange things, but... there's actually some pretty cool stuff out there. I probably won't ever get to do any of it, but still, it turns out that those crazy things like working in an office and having a salary might temporarily be quite a good idea. Until I get together the funds to jet off to a language school and get Chinese fluency then come back and study Sinology until my brain bleeds, that is. This thought process is brought on by the Oxford Careers fair, which was both over and underwhelming at the same time. On the one hand, it was depressingly predictable in that all the careers that I, as a PPEist, am supposed to want to do (O HAI BANKS) look horrifying and wrong, and all the ones that look sort of hip (working for Peter Molyneux? Huh...) require a skill set that I, as a pansy social science graduate, am unlikely to get. Emily and I wandered around this minefield chatting to the folks in charge of the few fun things- mostly involving charity, sweeties and in my case a free Rubik's cube- before despairing of life and escaping to Mission, where I availed myself of their version of the sweet potato burrito (for the record: it's good, but not THAT good. Vegan recipe with mustard is better.)

<3 cube. It's one of those ones with a pattern where it kinda matters which way around the middle piece is, which makes it simultaneously fun and INFURIATING. Mostly the latter, actually. I basically stopped mid-conversation with somebody earlier so I could get angry with it and how it wasn't working out for me. Damn cube. Also it comes from people called Metaswitch who want me to learn software programming with them and live in one of their company houses and go to the pub with other employees every day and play frisbee every lunchtime and do team building events. I'm not going to lie, it sounds suspiciously like a cult. I'm seriously considering an application. (ALSO THE HAT THE HAT LOOK AT THE HAT)

VSO haven't got back to me yet for Youth for Development. I really do have a year's professional experience, guys, pleeeease want me! Then I can stop thinking about which cult I want to join for at least a year.

This week has otherwise been pretty good. Still enjoying Taiqi, although I had a work crisis on the Wednesday night where I had specifically booked out of dinner so I could do an extra class. Being in third year has made me work harder when I actually get down to it, but it's also apparently made me boring already. I got Professor Layton and the Lost Future last week (just after the announcement of the BEST GAME EVER Layton vs. Phoenix I am so excited I might pop) and finished the storyline on Thursday night and the game proper last night- it was the usual Professor Layton thing of setting up a supernatural contrivance where you can pretty much suspend your disbelief (mysterious disappearances and lost treasure, vampire town, time travel), then "solving" it at the end with some ABSURD "scientific" explanation (HALLUCINOGENIC GAS, ANYONE?), with the added fun of some hardcore Downer Ending right at the close- I played this through whilst drunk post-crew date and thus was openly whining as Bad Things happened- all good fun. Then of course they unlock a bunch of other puzzles which tend to be sliding blocks, which I should really stop myself from playing after 10pm, otherwise all I think about when I eventually do try to sleep is moving bricks around. Jolly good fun though, highly recommended. And I am getting damn good at those block puzzles now.

What else? Oh, some direct democracy but let's not chat too much about that. Suffice to say, things are happening in this country which are bad enough that I am now willing to actually try to do something about them. I have political convictions at last! It's been a long time coming but I am not going to quietly fail to disagree with any more right-wing libertarian morons any more. Hurrah!

...What am I saying, of course I will quietly fail to disagree when I am talking to them. Arguments suck unless you are drunk or not face-to-face. But in all seriousness, one day I will sit down and thrash out a sensible "wot I believe" post and the world will be better for it. Or something.

There are motion sensitive lights in our hallway and every time I walk past one I feel the need to do jazz hands in its direction, otherwise my movement might not be obvious enough to turn it on. Is this normal? You decide...

Enough for now. Cleaning Essay, Logic work, travel grant report, NWF entry, cross stitch and episode of the Apprentice are all crying for my attention. Who will win? What a mystery!