Yay! I've just voted for the first time in my life. (I was in hospital unexpectedly for the last election.) Very exciting. I'm going to sit up tonight and watch the results come in. Apparently this means I have to vote again, as there are a variety of channels broadcasting the election. I think I'm going to go for the BBC as they have a swing-o- ( Read more... )

So today is a mixed bag. On one side I've finished my essays (a,though the typing up/rewriting process is still to go), on the other side... Last night I spoke to my Mum and (damn I'm almost too ashamed to post this) she told me that on Wednesday night my little brother got arrested. He slowed down for a speed camera, the police pulled him over, ( Read more... )

I finished. *weak smile* Sleep now.

So, before today I was feeling exactly like this, although perhaps not quite as good as I hadn't written anything at all. Somehow or other it just came together today though. *shrug* That's always the way it goes, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but each time I'm in that state I wonder if this is it and I'll never recover. I guess that's also ( Read more... )

http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/chinde/entry/cat_loving/

Roll on Grad School...

(6500/2500)

It appears that I've become one of those rubbish journalists who only posts once in a blue moon, and then it's only a silly quiz of some kind. So, going with the theme...

6165 words down/2835 to go

13 days till I go home.

Doing much better yesterday and today. Started essay writing this week. 804 words down, 8196 to go. Damn that doesn't look good. Still I do feel like I'm making progress. I've completed research for one and started on the first draft, and made in dent in research for the second, so I'm right on schedule at the moment. Speaking of which, I'd better ( Read more... )

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Recently posted by nonbeing'this is what we get, fellow organisms. THIS. IS. IT. Whether you're a the stillborn child, the frivolous or righteous combat casualty, the junkie who shot a milligram too much, the suicide that really was supposed to be just a cry for help, the cafe patron sitting next to the holy crusader with twenty pounds of plastic ( Read more... )

One of the problems with English Literature as an academic subject is that it constantly has to prove the value of its existence. A recent post in an English students' community has got me thinking about what it is we, as English students, do. When we critique a text, debate a poem, or deconstruct a play, are the skills we're using, is the method, ( Read more... )