theory of domination

i’m feeling a lot better than i did, that’s for sure. the snot is still here and the sore throat’s turned into a cough, but my head doesn’t feel all that wooly. that wooly.

i did manage to trek to the library after all, with claire in tow. unfortunately we seemed to step out when the gale was at it’s highest point, and we had to battle the winds for twenty minutes before we got there.. and then the bastard stopped. so, with drenched shoes and wild hair, we tried to get some books for our sociology essays (sociology is claire’s flipping degree, so i thought she might have at least an idea of what to do. this was not the case), but some swotty bastards must’ve visited the library last week and taken all the books out on dear mr max weber (me and claire were originally going to do the same essay, but i expect that would mean she’s just try to copy off me, so i persuaded her to do a different question, hurrah). so we have some extremely obscure books on the man, the only decent one i could find was one which no-one had looked at (but i had in my desperate state) because the spine was all worn off, which was a collection of essays on weber’s work. but there was little else.

we scavenged what we could and took out and photocopied what we needed. then i realised that what i’d originally read about weber’s theory of domination was in fact a neat little summary by the man – the original text was 80 pages long. arse. obviously, all the copies had gone (with the only ones left being in the ‘key texts’ section which you can only rent out for two hours), and i’d run out of money to photocopy it, so we trekked to langwith library (a very tiny college library) to try and find a copy of weber’s economy and society. and claire found a copy! hooray!! so we practically skipped home, until i realised that i in fact had economy and society volume two, and the bit i needed was in, can you guess? volume one. double arse. and that was also gone from langwith, of course. so now i have to trek to the library again to do a serious amount of photocopying. triple arse.

on the bright side, i got a lovely ‘get well’ package from my mum this morning, which had closer magazine, a bottle of lucozade, a box of malteasers and cadbury’s creme egg and a tenner in it. god bless mothers! oh yeah, and a couple of days ago jack came into my room squealing ‘look what claire’s done to me!’ with claire coming cackling behind. claire gave jack yet another lovebite in the same spot as the last one, and has gone from a previous mucky pink to a deep purple, and looks so bad that no-one dare ask what happened. i can’t believe he’s still speaking to her after that, i’d refuse to talk to her until it was healed if it was me! he’s too soft. i told her off for him, and she said she was sorry, but i doubt it. *exasperated*

and yes, rebelwithoutaquilt, strawberry milkshake is indeed the god(dess?) of all milkshakes. especally frijj. i think i’m going to have another one now..