The Age Of No Technology

Last week Monday, my housemate who owns the TV moved out and left us with a big blank space where our TV used to be... (actually, a reasonably small space, but that doesn't sound as dramatic) I did not mind too much as I still had the internet, dvds and the radio to entertain myself with. Or at least, that's what I thought.
Until last weekend when our internet stoppped working. Not because anything was wrong with it, but because the mother of one of my housemates, who pays our broadband on her credit card, cancelled everything on said credit card because it got broken into.
Living without TV (which is not that big a problem for me) and internet has proved quite difficult: I can no longer chat to people on msn, read my email every day, read and write blogs as often as I want, look up actors I fancy on Imdb, or play Quickstack, which I was getting quite addicted to, or do my daily crossword (yes, I am an old lady, so sue me!).
But I still have the comforts of my trusty mobile (which is running out of credit and I am broke), the radio and my laptop to watch DVDs on. I would say I have books to read too, but they are all in boxes ready to be stored for the summer, and as they are extremely expertly packed I dare not open the boxes and mess with the system (all hail Leni, queen of packing books).
Again, this assumption turned out to be wrong. My stereo seems to not want to give me a nice clear radio signal, which means I either have to listen to Radio 2 with lots of static and the occasional outburst of Spanish, or listen to my CDs all day. Which are, hm, packed. And I quite like the radio, because it plays songs I do not know by heart and even Johnny Cash gets a little annoying when you hear the same song over and over and over and over again. (although it pains me to write it down, it is true...)
With nothing left to entertain myself but the DVDs of my one remaining housemate, as I had finished reading the biography of Roald Dahl that has been waiting patiently all term for me to finish work, I settled down with 'Back to Future', one of my favourite films of all times (and my housemate has the trilogy, so I am good for the next two days). While watching the Bonus Material, however, my computer froze!! Nothing worked!! I controlaltdeleted the shit out of it, but nothing happened, so I turned it off and on again, which seemed to make it work, but the whole episode has left me worried.
Am I to live my last remaining week in England in complete solitude, with no contact with the outer world except the people at work?
Is my laptop going to die when it is not even one year old yet?
Isn't it time I started to learn something about technology?
The age of truce between Merel and the machines has ended. War is upon us.

My Internet Has Broken Down

So I won't be online very much in the next two weeks, getting onto campus is such a drag... I might be on tomorrow, tho so you don't have to miss me too much..
And in other news: I got a 2:1 for my degree!! Wahay!!!

If I Had To Be One Of The Fellowship Of The Ring

I would want to be Boromir.
I know he is weak and wants the ring, but at least he is honest about his weakness and he is not genuinely evil. I was watching the first film last night (second one on the schedule for tonight), and realised Boromir is played by Sean Bean! Now, as in the case of the Hanson/Penhall debate, I will try to not let that affect my judgment (but let's face it, he is one of the coolest people ever, he made Troy almost bearable!), so I should probably tell you why I would want to be him.
So, we've established he's weak and wants the ring, but he doesn't actually take it, and he joins the fellowship not to kill everyone and take over, but because he genuinely wants to help (well, that's how I am seeing it, I haven't read the book so I am not sure on the details).
The most important reason, however, is the way Boromir dies. He dies fighting to protect Pippin and Merry (who, let's face it, are blundering idiots), and even when he has three (3!!!) arrows sticking in his chest he keeps fighting the ugly ork/something else people. So, for his brave death, I will choose to be Boromir. Moreover, it means he doesn't have to be in the other to films, and that last film really made me puke, so good on him! Although I saw on Imdb that he is, hmmm, I don't know how that's going to work...
The reasons for not being any of the other ones:
Gandalf: is a bit up himself, really.
Frodo: is way too sensitive and annoying.
Merry: is just a no.
Pippin: is very pretty but also very stupid, and he has hairy feet. I like his full name, though, so he's a maybe.
Sam: is way too submisive.
Gimli: is awesome but lives underground and that is just not on.
Aragorn: is way too good. Does he ever do anything wrong? Sigh.
Legolas: is definitely the sexiest and the coolest person in the fellowship, but the reason I do not want to be him is because I have decided to add a person to the films: Random Elf Woman #1 (played by, hm, me!), who later becomes Mrs. Greenleaf. (Is it sad that I know his last name? I think it is.) Problem solved.
(Just so you know; I don't fancy Orlando Bloom, just Legolas. And no, that is not weird.)

Random Ramblings About Yesterday

Yesterday was quite a nice day.
I went into campus to pay my credit card bill, and on the way there realised I might have some essays back! I went to my department, and I did indeed have two essays to pick up:
I got a 65 for my second Gothic essay which means I now have a 60 overall for the module (yay! not really what I had hoped for, but pretty good considering!) and I got a 68 for my second European Theatre essay!
This means that I have absolutely no modules at all that I have a First for, but at least I have two essays from the two years that count that are Firsts! And, more importantly, this means that I should definitely have a 2:1 for my degree, so I can go to Reading!!!! Woohooo!
I thought I'd celebrate so I bought a book for myself for the wait on campus until Leni was going to come over and have dinner with me. The book I bought is called 'My Sister's Keeper' by Jodi Picoult, about a girl who is basically brought into life to be a donor for her sister. It is really good, narrated from different viewpoints and in different times of the girls' lives, and I am really tired today because I was reading the book until 3 am at night cos I couldn't stop reading it... The ending is really surprising, and the whole book is really amazing, quite suprising when you just pick out a book in the bookshop because it sounds okay.
Dinner was nice, although there was a bit of plastic in my waffle!! Psh. The pasta was nice, tho, so all was not bad.
There was no point to this post, just wanted to let y'all know what happened yesterday!

Artist's Rendition Of What Happened To The Wench Today

I got the following text from the Wench today:

"[some obsessive text I wil not disclose as it would shame us both] On a different note, a pigeon hit me in the face today!"

Naturally, a picture of this came up in my head:

Now, I am not the best artist in the world (gene logic sucks), but I am pretty sure this is the exact thing that happened. Any other suggestions welcome, although they should be in the form of a drawing. Just because I say so.

I should probably make it clear that Lizzy(AKA The Wench)'s hair is much nicer in real life. And she has real feet, and generally looks less like a bad drawing of a woman.