My eye is socially acceptable now. I can walk down the streets of this mean town and not be gawked at. Well, mostly. I never knew I made so many weird faces when I'm thinking. It's a problem. One I ain't solving so deal.
On friday archaeology was so dull we all just about cried. The one piece of information I remember was about how the Peruvians who lived in the first known city were permanently stoned on aphrodisiacs! Yay for Peru I guess. This week was much better. The actual subject matter was bleh, a lot of it is since we aren't digging until after Christmas, but every so often we got a little snippet of something better. For instance, did you know that Arthur Pendragon has been reborn and lives amongst us now awaiting his awakening as the King of England? It's true! Apparently he's laid claim to Stonehenge once he takes the throne. Good on you, you poor, pathetic madman!
We had quotes from Byron, Orwell and a very angry Aboriginal woman. Sometimes I miss my English Lit degree. Sure all the poems we studied were about sex or death or sex with dead people (yay for Browning) but it was cosy and familiar. I'm still getting used to a course like Archaeology which borders on science too often for my likes. Then we get lectures like today where it's all romantic poets and philosophical ideas. These I know. But I remember the girls in the English classes and bah! I'm better off even with Mouseface. Plus y'know there's the geek references to Indiana Jones and how he could have just flown over to England if he wanted the Ark of the Covenant so much.
When I came out of he class a certain little midgetgirl skipped out in front of me, itty bitty ass wiggling and stupid squeaky voice yammering on her phone. I'd forgotten she existed to tell you the truth. I haven't seen her since that first couple of weeks, I figured she'd stopped turning up to avoid me. She changed her subjects last year to avoid being in English with me. Apparently she blamed me for ruining her choices, like I'd deliberately picked it so she couldn't. I found this ridiculous but then I didn't know what she was doing behind my back so it did seem rather odd out of context. But there she was today. I was close enough to shove her down the stairs and claim it wasn't me and whereas a month ago I would have been close to murder now I felt nothing. She was just a nobody. A nobody who is less attractive than me even with the eye thing I've got going on. And that felt damn good.
I actually had some free time after all that. No essays due for a couple of weeks, no tutorial work either. I just have to rest up for my long(er) day tomorrow so I've been reading Joey Comeau and eating strawberries.
I leave you now with the world's best detective, mostly cause I found it in a folder I didn't know I had on my desktop.
