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Preoccupied by London looming in the horizon of the week. Planning outfits, things to do, where to go, what to read, think, breathe. We leave on Saturday and return on Wedensday. I'm totally broke and should not be going at all, but fuck that. I cannot wait to stuff my face in Chinatown and Camden. And go shoe-hunting. Any fabulous suggestions are very welcome, I'm sort of at a loss about what to show two near-novice Londoners.

My Russian is so craptastic there aren't words. But I'm getting there, I hope. It has to have gotten somewhere by november 20th.

And, what do you know, I wrote something on the tube on the way home a week ago. The weather was perfect autumn, and I just couldn't help it, not even the bad T.S. Eliot allusion:

Autumn is summer’s glasses: the veil of heat removed, colours crisper, clearer, more alive. The wind returns and rustles leaves and people and hair. Puddles freeze and melt, every morning, evening, afternoon. I can breathe again, without gulping and swallowing air (no, it’s not asthma, the doctor assures me it is not. Cannot be, actually, not possibly. Not with values like that. Don’t worry, just breathe normally, you’ll be fine.).
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Preoccupied by London looming in the horizon of the week. Planning outfits, things to do, where to go, what to read, think, breathe. We leave on Saturday and return on Wedensday. I'm totally broke and should not be going at all, but fuck that. I cannot wait to stuff my face in Chinatown and Camden. And go shoe-hunting. Any fabulous suggestions are very welcome, I'm sort of at a loss about what to show two near-novice Londoners.

My Russian is so craptastic there aren't words. But I'm getting there, I hope. It has to have gotten somewhere by november 20th.

And, what do you know, I wrote something on the tube on the way home a week ago. The weather was perfect autumn, and I just couldn't help it, not even the bad T.S. Eliot allusion:

Autumn is summer’s glasses: the veil of heat removed, colours crisper, clearer, more alive. The wind returns and rustles leaves and people and hair. Puddles freeze and melt, every morning, evening, afternoon. I can breathe again, without gulping and swallowing air (no, it’s not asthma, the doctor assures me it is not. Cannot be, actually, not possibly. Not with values like that. Don’t worry, just breathe normally, you’ll be fine.).
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London was a success, of course and again. Mother and I survived without fighting, hogging the duvet, killing or otherwise harming each other. I discovered I have a decent grasp of London geography. We shopped, feasted on Chinese food, rode carousels in Leicester Square, had afternoon naps, second breakfasts and too much coffee. I miss skinny cappuccinos already.

We stayed at The Hoxton, I cannot recommend it highly enough. Light complimentary breakfast, clean, good-standard rooms in a building built and designed as a hotel (not a town house). The bathrooms are entirely tiled, clean and all appliances in working order. The showers do not only work, but are wonderful. Staff is welcoming and helpful, and the food at the grille is good. And I happen to love the scattered modern art.

I shopped quite a bit. Tops, make-up, books, brushes, a bag, and a pair of shoes. All I have to show you is the shoes. Fall/Winter 2009, I think, D&G. I love them. Moar oxfords. Finally, I have my claws on the MAC 187 brush, can't wait to try it out with my Mineralise Skinfinish. I'm told it will work wonders. I got another Coetzee book, Elizabeth Costello, and one by Murdoch. Can't recall the title.

Now there's the make-up Exfac exam on Monday, buying piles of piles of book and taking on the new semester. I hope it doesn't turn out to be insanely much work, I don't think it will. But who knows. And seriously, who scehdules a lecture at 9 in the morning? No one but a linguist. They're the only ones in the humanities that keeps normal hours.
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London was a success, of course and again. Mother and I survived without fighting, hogging the duvet, killing or otherwise harming each other. I discovered I have a decent grasp of London geography. We shopped, feasted on Chinese food, rode carousels in Leicester Square, had afternoon naps, second breakfasts and too much coffee. I miss skinny cappuccinos already.

We stayed at The Hoxton, I cannot recommend it highly enough. Light complimentary breakfast, clean, good-standard rooms in a building built and designed as a hotel (not a town house). The bathrooms are entirely tiled, clean and all appliances in working order. The showers do not only work, but are wonderful. Staff is welcoming and helpful, and the food at the grille is good. And I happen to love the scattered modern art.

I shopped quite a bit. Tops, make-up, books, brushes, a bag, and a pair of shoes. All I have to show you is the shoes. Fall/Winter 2009, I think, D&G. I love them. Moar oxfords. Finally, I have my claws on the MAC 187 brush, can't wait to try it out with my Mineralise Skinfinish. I'm told it will work wonders. I got another Coetzee book, Elizabeth Costello, and one by Murdoch. Can't recall the title.

Now there's the make-up Exfac exam on Monday, buying piles of piles of book and taking on the new semester. I hope it doesn't turn out to be insanely much work, I don't think it will. But who knows. And seriously, who scehdules a lecture at 9 in the morning? No one but a linguist. They're the only ones in the humanities that keeps normal hours.
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I want to go to London on a Wedensday sometime in March/April, only to see Madame de Sade. I would arrive early in the morning, check in, have lunch and go see the play (a matinee). I'd have the rest of the evening, and the next day to shop and prance around in London. The plane home leaves at 8 pm. I could do it for 3500 NOK, or so. It's utter insanity, and I'd have to find someone as insane as I to drag along. But I do so want to. But I'm going there the first few days of January.
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I want to go to London on a Wedensday sometime in March/April, only to see Madame de Sade. I would arrive early in the morning, check in, have lunch and go see the play (a matinee). I'd have the rest of the evening, and the next day to shop and prance around in London. The plane home leaves at 8 pm. I could do it for 3500 NOK, or so. It's utter insanity, and I'd have to find someone as insane as I to drag along. But I do so want to. But I'm going there the first few days of January.
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I must see this Madame de Sade. Judy Dench, as the wife of de Sade. And I'm not there to see it. Fuck!

Wyndham's, I think we saw The History Boys there.
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I must see this Madame de Sade. Judy Dench, as the wife of de Sade. And I'm not there to see it. Fuck!

Wyndham's, I think we saw The History Boys there.
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Wood's How Fiction Works must be an utterly delicious piece of critique, and I want it. Oh, do I want it! He seems to have an ongoing love affair with free indirect style, much as I do. I think I could go mad buying books on free indirect style. It makes me bouncy with glee.


Mother and I are going to London the 2-5 of January next year. More bouncy, more London and more sale. Yum.
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Wood's How Fiction Works must be an utterly delicious piece of critique, and I want it. Oh, do I want it! He seems to have an ongoing love affair with free indirect style, much as I do. I think I could go mad buying books on free indirect style. It makes me bouncy with glee.


Mother and I are going to London the 2-5 of January next year. More bouncy, more London and more sale. Yum.
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Camden is burning, or parts of it, at the very least. Hawley Arms is apparently lost to the flames, but there have been no casualties - yet.

BBC's take on it. It seems my London-returns bring with them calamity.
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Camden is burning, or parts of it, at the very least. Hawley Arms is apparently lost to the flames, but there have been no casualties - yet.

BBC's take on it. It seems my London-returns bring with them calamity.
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London tomorrow, and I haven't packed a thing. Hihi. London, London, London. Though I have to be good, and not buy anything. Control. Staying the hell away from Selfridge's/Harrods (awfully punctuated, Harrods) is absolutely imperative. I will not be able to control myself in the face of Louboutin, quite frankly.

I spent some four hours in bed earlier, reading the second part of Feist's Magician. I love that book. It is not that it is so very well-written or otherwise a masterpiece, I just adore it. I remember reading it the first time, in a Norwegian translation. The room spun and I was utterly transported.

My god, the scarves! It is genious. Though I can't say I care much for the shoes, what was he thinking?

And as for portrait photography, portraits of beautiful people are about the most boring thing I can think of. Flawless, pretty, boring people have no business crowding portraits.
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London tomorrow, and I haven't packed a thing. Hihi. London, London, London. Though I have to be good, and not buy anything. Control. Staying the hell away from Selfridge's/Harrods (awfully punctuated, Harrods) is absolutely imperative. I will not be able to control myself in the face of Louboutin, quite frankly.

I spent some four hours in bed earlier, reading the second part of Feist's Magician. I love that book. It is not that it is so very well-written or otherwise a masterpiece, I just adore it. I remember reading it the first time, in a Norwegian translation. The room spun and I was utterly transported.

My god, the scarves! It is genious. Though I can't say I care much for the shoes, what was he thinking?

And as for portrait photography, portraits of beautiful people are about the most boring thing I can think of. Flawless, pretty, boring people have no business crowding portraits.
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I and London have some unfinished business. Namely, me going out, dancing myself sensless and getting drunk on someone else's expense. I am going back the tenth (of February) <3.

University is still absolutely wonderful. The first group is on Monday, and I am bordering on terrified. To fullfil Daniel's wish of partying all night and taking the first tram home, we are naching with Kristine. Sleep, what sleep?
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I and London have some unfinished business. Namely, me going out, dancing myself sensless and getting drunk on someone else's expense. I am going back the tenth (of February) <3.

University is still absolutely wonderful. The first group is on Monday, and I am bordering on terrified. To fullfil Daniel's wish of partying all night and taking the first tram home, we are naching with Kristine. Sleep, what sleep?
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Chivalry is dead. No man would consider opening a car-door for a woman, much less offering her a hand to help her out. Nor would they ask her if she needed help with the luggage twice her size. It did, however, turn into a half-hearted zombie when a very cute Briton decided I looked the epithomy of a damsel in distress. Kristine had picked up her blasted suit-case, trundled down half the steps and started chanting "hep, two, three, four", I broke into hysterical laughter, put my suit-case down and looked helpless. The words "Do you need some help with that?" have never sounded sweeter.

So, ammend the opening to "chivalry is a very healf-hearted zombie". I just wish I could say it was dancing to very bad techno. Why does it not occur to anyone to walk on the outside of the pavement, so the lady does not get splashed by a passing car? Why does no one open doors anymore?

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I will, in my særemne (or "extended essay", as I have beautifully dubbed it in English), argue that aestheticism was never a literary movement, but a perspective derived from criticism. Thus, a reaction to a reaction. It is also not against literary analysis as – Nabokov revelled in it, and he was an aesthete –, but about realising that not all stories are necessarily heightened by analysis, and that a work says nothing of its writer.


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London was dazzling. (London! XD <3) And I love Atonement, particularly its very clever, teary ending. And I love my new things and shoes and stuff. I'm now two months pregnant, as opposed to four, and my collar-bones are back.
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Chivalry is dead. No man would consider opening a car-door for a woman, much less offering her a hand to help her out. Nor would they ask her if she needed help with the luggage twice her size. It did, however, turn into a half-hearted zombie when a very cute Briton decided I looked the epithomy of a damsel in distress. Kristine had picked up her blasted suit-case, trundled down half the steps and started chanting "hep, two, three, four", I broke into hysterical laughter, put my suit-case down and looked helpless. The words "Do you need some help with that?" have never sounded sweeter.

So, ammend the opening to "chivalry is a very healf-hearted zombie". I just wish I could say it was dancing to very bad techno. Why does it not occur to anyone to walk on the outside of the pavement, so the lady does not get splashed by a passing car? Why does no one open doors anymore?

-----

I will, in my særemne (or "extended essay", as I have beautifully dubbed it in English), argue that aestheticism was never a literary movement, but a perspective derived from criticism. Thus, a reaction to a reaction. It is also not against literary analysis as – Nabokov revelled in it, and he was an aesthete –, but about realising that not all stories are necessarily heightened by analysis, and that a work says nothing of its writer.


-----

London was dazzling. (London! XD <3) And I love Atonement, particularly its very clever, teary ending. And I love my new things and shoes and stuff. I'm now two months pregnant, as opposed to four, and my collar-bones are back.
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I found the mermaid dress on sale at Karen Millen. And could not buy it. Bah! If I find it again in London, in my size, I will not be held responsible for the money I spend. They had rhinestone-shoes, and a rhinestone-clutch, too. BAH!

I did find this, which was affordable. And pink, I don't know what is going on with me. But the sleeves, the sleeves, and the neck-line.

We're finding United Nude, on Friday, and getting up at three. London, London, London. I bought foot suplies, today, compeed and a moisturiser. Otherwise the packing is going veyr badly. As is homework I should have been doing. I can't concentrate for the life of me. I should have been reading both History, Norwegian and Social Anthroplogy. Must do homework, must get those blasted 6's. Must pack, too. FOCK.

And I love having to inform some poor confused person that I am not English. Everyone are more than welcome to assume that I am English; I enjoy ascertaining that I am not.
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I found the mermaid dress on sale at Karen Millen. And could not buy it. Bah! If I find it again in London, in my size, I will not be held responsible for the money I spend. They had rhinestone-shoes, and a rhinestone-clutch, too. BAH!

I did find this, which was affordable. And pink, I don't know what is going on with me. But the sleeves, the sleeves, and the neck-line.

We're finding United Nude, on Friday, and getting up at three. London, London, London. I bought foot suplies, today, compeed and a moisturiser. Otherwise the packing is going veyr badly. As is homework I should have been doing. I can't concentrate for the life of me. I should have been reading both History, Norwegian and Social Anthroplogy. Must do homework, must get those blasted 6's. Must pack, too. FOCK.

And I love having to inform some poor confused person that I am not English. Everyone are more than welcome to assume that I am English; I enjoy ascertaining that I am not.

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