Depression and Love (separate topics)
Matt once pointed out that both he and I are members of a very small group in the blogging community. We are members of that group of bloggers who's post history does NOT go like this:
Day 1 - I met the most wonderful guy/gal
Day 2 - I'm so depressed I wish I wasn't here anymore
Day 3 - Wow, I love life, aren't flowers so pretty
Day 4 - I am the fattest person alive, why do I bother
Day 5 - I met the man/women I'm going to marry
......
[A yo-yo blog]
You get the idea..... And our point is that we are generally happy and don't use our blogs as an attention seeking medium. Well this might be about to change, for me not Matt. Why? Well yesterday I spent another long day in the library until being chucked out at 6pm (it was a Saturday). But that didn't stop us, oh no, Kat and I are better than your average students. We toddled off to the local pub (The Mount Radford) and continued working amongst the other people who were watching the England, USA football match* We decided that we would go through one of the sample exam questions for a module that we had both fully studied. This is what lead to my depression. We spent the best part of an hour on a 30 mark question with the lectures slides, our notes, our revision notes and the course textbook, yet failed (rather spectacularly) to find the answers for more than about 25% of the marks. I have never felt truly depressed until that moment (Kat will certify the look on my face, a look that nobody had ever seen before). The exam is on Wednesday yet we know that it will have questions for which no answers exists in the materials we have available and certainly not in our brains. This lead to us deciding that a beer would might help. Then another, meanwhile 3 games of pool (2:1 to the master) and the use of the most expensive jukebox in history (£1 for 2 songs; I chose Baggy Trousers by Madness, Kat chose something by The Killers). Then another beer; meanwhile we worked through 3 packets of Thai Sweet Chilli crisps. Then another beer.
I walked Kat home, told her housemate/mum Elkie that we had been studying until midnight and then wondered back to my house. About 10 metres from my door I remembered three things:
- That I had put my bedding in the washing machine that morning
- That I had not taken it out to dry.
- That I only owned one set of bedding.
When I tiptoed up to my room I was amazed to find that not only had Nick done my washing, but she had also folded it all nicely and best of all, MADE MY BED.
Nick, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!! YOU ARE THE BEST HOUSEMATE EVER. (Well at least on a par with somebody who would give their entire afternoon to remove grey hairs from my head!)
THANK YOU!
* Just for the record..... England won.
Day 1 - I met the most wonderful guy/gal
Day 2 - I'm so depressed I wish I wasn't here anymore
Day 3 - Wow, I love life, aren't flowers so pretty
Day 4 - I am the fattest person alive, why do I bother
Day 5 - I met the man/women I'm going to marry
......
[A yo-yo blog]
You get the idea..... And our point is that we are generally happy and don't use our blogs as an attention seeking medium. Well this might be about to change, for me not Matt. Why? Well yesterday I spent another long day in the library until being chucked out at 6pm (it was a Saturday). But that didn't stop us, oh no, Kat and I are better than your average students. We toddled off to the local pub (The Mount Radford) and continued working amongst the other people who were watching the England, USA football match* We decided that we would go through one of the sample exam questions for a module that we had both fully studied. This is what lead to my depression. We spent the best part of an hour on a 30 mark question with the lectures slides, our notes, our revision notes and the course textbook, yet failed (rather spectacularly) to find the answers for more than about 25% of the marks. I have never felt truly depressed until that moment (Kat will certify the look on my face, a look that nobody had ever seen before). The exam is on Wednesday yet we know that it will have questions for which no answers exists in the materials we have available and certainly not in our brains. This lead to us deciding that a beer would might help. Then another, meanwhile 3 games of pool (2:1 to the master) and the use of the most expensive jukebox in history (£1 for 2 songs; I chose Baggy Trousers by Madness, Kat chose something by The Killers). Then another beer; meanwhile we worked through 3 packets of Thai Sweet Chilli crisps. Then another beer.
I walked Kat home, told her housemate/mum Elkie that we had been studying until midnight and then wondered back to my house. About 10 metres from my door I remembered three things:
- That I had put my bedding in the washing machine that morning
- That I had not taken it out to dry.
- That I only owned one set of bedding.
When I tiptoed up to my room I was amazed to find that not only had Nick done my washing, but she had also folded it all nicely and best of all, MADE MY BED.
Nick, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!! YOU ARE THE BEST HOUSEMATE EVER. (Well at least on a par with somebody who would give their entire afternoon to remove grey hairs from my head!)
THANK YOU!
* Just for the record..... England won.
posted by Nurton at 8:09 pm
5 Comments:
Where can I get a housemate like this and how much does one cost?
Next year I leave behind the shared-house phenomenon of second and third year university in favour of a small room in Lincoln's Inn. This will have pros and cons:
PROS
Because the kitchenette and bathroom I will share with the other resident of the top floor and the common room on the ground floor will not be part of my living space expectation in the way the kitchen, bathroom and drawing room of my uni house are, general mess and untidiness in these areas will not upset me so much.
I will be living in a beautiful gothic building within a picturesque precinct that has occupied that piece of central London for over 650 years.
CONS
I can see me spending far too much time in my room, either pining for Philly or (worse) studying the Civil Procedure Rules.
I don't get to pick who lives in the other rooms.
Nurton, what are your feelings on the whole uni house thing, considering it is soon to come to an end? On balance, I like it, though probably preferred halls, and after two years straight am looking forward to a bit more privacy next year. Thoughts?
Ahhh having housemates like that was great. I had a similar one that went by the name of Iain.
Last seen getting on a plane destined for the US. If you happened to be at Heathrow last Thursday I swear you would have seen him. Wearing a kilt with a ginger afro! Wing any bells.
Anyway, anyone that can track him down in 6 months should seriously consider kidnapping him as your own personal housemaid! He cooks, cleans and generally sorts stuff out, all for the price of a few abusive comments every now and again!
Come back Iain, we love you!!!
I cannot even get my housemate to pick up after himself. If I do not run the dishwasher, it does not get run. In protest, I did not do the dishes for a whole month. Yes, the dishes piled up until there was this most unusual smell coming from the kitchen. He finally caved. Woohoo! One small victory for me! He is a really good housemate, though; not to mention that it is his house and the rent is cheap.
Soccer? You were talking about soccer, yes?
Aww bless, its so nice to know I'm appreciated :)
Mark - Noel paid me one hug for the service, and of course the fame of being mentioned (in a nice sense for once) on this high quality forum!
I've preferred living in a house cos you get to choose who you live with and the queues for the bathroom/washing machine are significantly shorter! Having said that, in a house you have less chance to hide from people when they've annoyed you and you have to cope with crazy landladies who send strange men round to the house with the spare key when she thinks no-one is there....
Hmm, all valid points. My halls room was en suite, which perhaps partly explains the particularly fond memory I have of it.
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