That was an immensely difficult message to write. But it's done: clear enough, so I hope. I thought it would be in sandy-mouthed bad taste to offer to write out a cheque for the expenses he spent, on me. Things went rolling downhill after I was cast into debt, emotionally that is, signified by finances (oh, there are the seeds of a Marxist in me ( Read more... )

A friend said, "you fear being impolite and so you choose to be cruel instead." This is one of those moments.

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On the up side, I had a good dinner with a friend, bought cake and went to a reading by an eminent, though elitist, poet.

I had little uninterrupted sleep last night - four hours, perhaps? Six hours of my body refusing to move. I would say 'Coffee = Oxygen' but that's what Starbucks want you to say. My seminar was spent in a daze. I poked my tutor on facebook a couple of weeks ago. He said, to the group, 'feel free to poke me', and everyone laughed -- not knowing how ( Read more... )

Why must people squeal like strangled kittens when they greet others? Especially outside my door ( Read more... )

Roger Scruton is an arse that needs to sit on a very large porcupine.

My attention is a fluttering butterfly. So I resorted to stalking myself online. This is more fun than stalking other people, who are clearly less interesting than yourself, because they don't agree with you, tend not to be interested in the same things and write words that don't follow the natural patterns of your own thoughts. You, you, you. I ( Read more... )

I find this more than amusing that of all my journals, this one on the blogger search engine is featured as the "top blog", which means despite the trouble I have taken to privatise entries, it is nonetheless finding its away into the homes of strangers. I am in an awkward position now. Do I continue with this journal in fear that whatever people ( Read more... )

Well. I am studying English/Philosophy.

You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!

English
92%
Philosophy
92%
Journalism
92%
Sociology
83%
Art
83%
Psychology
75%
Linguistics
75%
Dance
67%
Biology
67%
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'tis a sad day

I'm in one of those I-don't-want-to-put-clothes-on moods. DAMMIT. My skin's decided to have a life of its own and dislikes things covering it. It says, "it feels oppressive." Sometimes my body makes no sense to me. I have worn clothes eversince I was days old. Now I'm in a perpetual battle of dressing and undressing. I so often forget my body ( Read more... )