Dear oh dear. I do apologise for being rubbish to the extreme. Rubbish to the power of ten thousand. Rubbish on toast with a cherry on top. So rubbish, in fact, that it even degrades the word itself. (That's enough!-Ed ( Read more... )

I ought to write something, shouldn't I? My internet connection having well and truly died a few weeks ago now, it looks as though LJ is taking rather a back seat until I can afford a new adaptor for the bane of my life that is wireless. I'm still sort-of keeping up with you lot, at intervals, but all manner of apologies if I've missed anything ( Read more... )

Must stop getting over excited about things that'll probably never materialise. In a vain attempt at conscientiousness, I've just sent off for a ton of information from those lovely people at TEFL, to peruse with the intention of actually having some sort of post-graduate direction. Well, or so says my respectable face. I'm actually thinking ( Read more... )

Woo, it’s a mandatory post. Get me and my unstoppable enthusiasm. You’d think I hadn’t actually done anything at all over the past few days or week or whatever, when in actual fact I’ve done plenty of things that have all ended up being undermined by the Big Something. Which I still don’t feel as though I have anything much to say about, or if I ( Read more... )

I've just rediscovered the utter aceness that is snail mail. This month I am mostly trying to be less rubbish in terms of keeping in contact with longer distance friends, emailing people I'll suddenly realise I haven't spoken to in a good long while and whatnot. However, a few surprise letters I've received within the past three weeks-one being ( Read more... )

Oh Lordy Lordy Lordy sweet Lordy McLord. I just don't know. It's that Wednesday feeling again and it's not purdy. Perhaps I just stop updating on a Wednesday. Everyone knows it's not a happening day of the week. All the club nights are rubbish, plus it seems to be the designated day for house hunting whenever that time of year comes round. In ( Read more... )

Killing time in the library, in between life-type woe sharing over hot chocolate with Salma, and attending some crazy activist meeting at the Basement. My absence from the entirely alternate reality of grassroots has been far too protracted, and I feel it's about time to return to the sort of meetings in which I can wander in half an hour late to ( Read more... )

I believe I've already texted most people who'd give a stuff, but you all enjoy a bit of shameless self promotion, hmm? Of course you do! Especially as a), the adorable housemates have ordered me to pimp this shindig's fine ass and b), constant publicisation will only serve to rile Kay in yet more amusing ways ( Read more... )

Yeah. I am that cool. I just turned 22 forty minutes ago and look where I end up. Yep, straight back on here. 'Tis all the energy I've worked up from actually going to Rockworld this Friday and dancing to squeaky voiced pop punk I enjoyed to rather worrying levels ( Read more... )

...why it is that Starbucks is so bereft of interesting characters?

Yes, I know, I know. It's hardly rocket science!, I hear you cry. But think about it for a moment. If we're talking slimy corporate chains, then Nero, on the other hand, never fails to deliver on the top-spot-for-eavesdropping front. And their range is far superior, but we're ( Read more... )