11th May

This is to make sure I don't have to live with the black stain of not writing publicly for almost a year. In typical Luminite fashion, it is done at the nth minute, the 11th of May.

Bruch at Trinity with Mette and Corwin and Broad Street was blocked off with "churches of Oxford" uniting to show love for the city and Jesus. Mette said first off, "I must apologize for my religion" while the man spoke of Peter's gospels and bones of dinosaurs. Pata nahi kiya link hai? It is odd. I thought the climax of Christianity was Christmas carolling. Everything else secondary. Clearly the convents have much to work on.

Have spent better part of two hours of struggling with waxing on own legs. It is disheartening enough to put one off LBDs.

The 12th of May just does not seem a year ago. This is aging, remembering the past better than the present. Not looking forward to the future, only hoping it will a lot more same like the past. I think it happens at undergraduate, where the mass of memories reaches critical mass and then, whoooosh, look back more than you look forward. I've had trouble living in the present anyway. Pain, physical activity and books. The only time I actually feel like I'm not kernel less. I don't suppose books count acutally.

Lastly: complete befogglement at the existence of fainting goats. I mean seriously??? Taking one for the team, not even team, for another species! Forever though the image of fainting goats will be associated with Vic's impersonation of a goat going down with a salute. Lol.