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| Aug. 12th, 2009 |
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Analgesic
Distorted View - "Hey, does someone want to fuck a broad?"
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So, I'm back from Durham.
*collapses*
I've been thinking about how to approach this blog post - quick lowdown? Long, in-depth decision? Throw-away non-explanatory statement?
I'm far too tired/busy/lazy to do the second, the third is fundamentally unhelpful and a little perverse, so I suspect that leaves us with option number one.
I was fecking terrified beforehand, but I really shouldn't have been. It was an incredible experience, everyone was really nice, I learnt a huge amount from the staff - who were brilliant - it was totally exhausting (fourteen hour days oh my god) but I am absolutely going back next year. I made a load of new friends - who I've now added on Facebook because I am a pathetic fucking nerd with no life outside the internet - which is awesome, because I was really worried that I'd not be able to relate to anyone there or something. I had this weird idea that they'd all be freakish child geniuses but actually I was in the top third, maybe quarter, of ability there (and in the top half of the age range, which was also good) which was really comforting. I like being above the half-way mark, which is why I'll never join Mensa, haha.
So yeah. In brief - amazing, amazing, fucking amazing. However, I have now nearly lost my voice. Also, I have a waterbottle that makes weird noises.
For y'all who want to check it out, the website's pretty good.
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