Not to be one to be left out of a game ( Read more... )

I'm wondering when exactly it is that you become "institutionalised". By that I mean when you start to define your boundaries by that of which you are a part. Today I was talking with Susan Daniel (head of school) and she was blurting enthusiastically about the glory of her freedom to make decisions. I openly questioned her "freedom" by asking ( Read more... )

JB - "You don't have very modest dreams do you?"

me - "No."

Dream big or not all.

Simple.

Its the only way you'll achieve anything close to what you want.

I'm bored. So fucking bored of having to do all this bullshit! There's one thing that I want to do and I'm not allowed to do it. I want to be Bretton Officer and I don't want to wait until July. I want to do it now. I think I'm beginning to hate my degree. That is bad ( Read more... )

I am thinking too much again. I had one of my blinding moments of insight yesterday where I suddenly wondered if in a few years time I will look back at myself and laugh at how clueless I was. Its weird. I genuinely am terrified of "growing up" to find out that all the passion of my youth was completely mis-directed. And then, of course, that ( Read more... )

I am currently sat at the computer in the union office, I have opened the blinds and the sun is streaming though the window so fiercly that I can hardly see the screen. I am warm, but not to hot, and calm. Today has been a strange day. I don't really feel very "brain awake", even after a Shakespeare rehearsal when I finally decided it was time to ( Read more... )

Seriously though....what a fucking weekend! Man! I swear that sometimes my life is TOO good and that at some point I will be forced to grow up....NOT THIS WEEKEND ( Read more... )

I keep coming over to the computer room with two things in mind, one is to write on here and the other is to begin to compile all the notes and interviews and bollocks into something closely resembling a first class dissertation. Well, I've finally got as far as posting on here; exactly why I'm not sure of, but I'm posting nonetheless ( Read more... )

The*Ga*Ga's.

Fooking legendary.

Better than the other three times I've seen them. And all three of those blew my mind.

I'm going mad.

Or rather...I'm going ga ga.

Here is warm, there is a 6 week old boy that i love more than orange poppets even though he limits Uncle Bob's (thats me) sleepy time ( Read more... )