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To sushi_e:
(I think I owe you a minor apology. I realised, as I walked home, that sitting facing a mirror does odd things to my head. Being able to see my face whilst I'm looking at somebody else's is somewhat disconcerting, especially when I realise that, as somebody once pointed out, I always seem to have my head cocked to one side. (Today it was the right ( Read more... ) -
MMVIII
I don't usually look at life in months. Months seem very arbitrary units of time, all told; lunar cycles make a rather satisfying amount of sense, but a month is simply a measurement of habit and convenience ( Read more... ) -
Public service announcement, I suppose
I'm off to Oxford for interview - well, later today, really; it's just gone midnight.
Wish me luck? -
How many days did this take to type?
Some eljay entries are like novels. This is going to be like a collection of short stories, with news buried somewhere in there to keep people paying attention. You have been warned.
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Gmail adverts often amuse me. However, this one, accompanying a recent notification of a comment from frayer, takes the biscuit a little:
You WILL experience the Ninja ( Read more... ) -
Bloodsucking, friendship, ukuleles, frostbite, a dead poet and a rather unusual hat
Today I left school at the perfect time, which was quarter to four. This has, really fairly improbable for a whole bunch of reasons: my school officially ends at four; I have a lesson until four on a Thursday; I am not predisposed to skive gratuitously; I am even less disposed to skive off English lessons. It becomes somewhat less surprising ( Read more... ) -
In which Anthony abuses the humble comma, a retrospective
This post has been a while in the making. For the last three or four or five days I have sat down at the computer and said 'I'm going to update my eljay!' and then other things have got in the way. Specifically, mostly, an essay that I've now given in to be marked so that I can send it off to Oxford. It'll form the majority of my philosophy ( Read more... ) -
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I'm currently in Foxton, near Cambridge, being writerly. (Currently I'm not being writerly; currently I'm being journally, being Facebooky and in fact most of all being hungry because I have another five minutes before breakfast and didn't want to start my day with chocolate because thast would be setting a terrible though tasty precedent.) Due to ( Read more... ) -
Only a little less disjointed and a little more apologetic
I would like to say at this juncture, that I really rather like my new coat. It is warm and smart-looking and black and has an awesome red lining, and whilst wearing it I have been described as looking like a.) a butler, b.) a PI, c.) a GP and d.) an undertaker (although not, as of yet, e.) a goose). I also have a new scarf, because I decided that ( Read more... ) -
Surreal incidents
I had a very interesting post thought up to use in my continuing campaign to prove that I am not dead, but I seem to have forgotten what it was. Amnesia is probably not helping my case ( Read more... ) -
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I don't seem to be doing a very good job of proving that I am not dead. Four out of seven people refuse to accept it: purplefringe and wanderlight are merely unconvinced by my claims, whilst meine_kleine and lil_monk are both convinced that I am in fact undead (is it something about the underscore?). Of the remaining four people in my sample thus far, one of them has (affectionately, I ( Read more... )