So, it's Post-Michaelmas Resolution Time.  The New Year is far too late to be making changes ( Read more... )

So I think it's time I posted my thoughts about the recent election result.  I've been hesitant to do so, because frankly I'm *still* buzzed about it.  Every single day since Tuesday I have woken up, thought 'crap, I have work to do' and then 'oh, wait, Obama's the next President!', and every day since Tuesday that has made me feel unspeakably ( Read more... )

Becky Snowden wrote on your wall -

"Oh my Goooooooood! :D
It has been a very very very long time!"

So I have repressed memories.   Lots, apparently ( Read more... )

I felt NOTHING. In every sense of the phrase.

Which makes tonight more disturbing. Which makes tonight more disturbing.

All things pass. This, too, shall pass.

Til next year.

I am standing on the brink of the abyss,
Where waits
The way of death and life.

As iron or as diamond, passing through
The fire;
Emerging stronger still.

So I'm going to University in a week and a half, and I'm feeling rather ambivalent about it.  I'm not sure how I'll handle living on my own, especially in the extremely pressured Oxford environment.  Still, needs must.  I am sufficiently adaptive, I expect ( Read more... )

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry ( Read more... )

Ailsa and I kissed yesterday. Several times. At length ( Read more... )

Two short poems:

Well do I remember
The illimitable promise
Of those days,

Before the darkness came.

-Upon passing Nower Hill, and reminiscing therein.

And the other:

In this I see my victory, my casting-off of chains.

-Upon confirmation of a coffee 'date' with Ailsa.