Oh hi.
Well just a short blog to say nothing amazing or spectacular, just another obligation really. You see I'm out tonight, oh yes. And it shall be very good. Unlike last week, if honesty must be referenced then last week as fun as it was, myself and one of the flatmates were rather worse for wear, in all understatements of the century that shall be the largest.
I should actually be getting ready but blog guilt seems to be making me stay to finish this stupid post about absolutely nothing. Oh well it's nice to let anyone reading know that, yes, I am still alive. Although I doubt people thought I was anything less.
Nights out are rather amazing occurences, not just for me but in general. The decision to go out is cool but the actual act of getting ready on the night is just so exciting! I'm not going to lie, I am not the most girly-girl in the world, but the appliance of makeup, and something nice to wear changes a girl-who-really-doesn't-do-girly-much, into an acceptable mirage of a girl for the night. If I have to be stupidly honest I just like putting the makeup and clothes on because I know that the night calls for it and it's just the norm to make a fuss!
Yeah so honestly the drinking and the music are important too but it's the dressing up and doing makeup, even if it does take full on effort, I must admit I fret about my makeup and clothes being perfect, though I'm not about to pretend I love every shade of pink in the world, I've always been a purple kind of girl. I don't do extreme makeup, if I feel like putting it on I will if I don't then I won't. Anyway I'm going to go and get ready because I don't want to take forever!
Party on, take it and leave.
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Friday, 18 March 2011
Three Wheels, Books and Rather Nice Weekends.
Oh hello.
It's not been a long time but it's been long enough. Speaking of time and length; I've had my hair cut. When I say cut I mean I have shorter hair than some of the guys in my class. I like it but I'm still a bit uncertain. Oh well it will hopefully grow, if my atrociously temperamental hair decides to, rather quickly.
So I'm back in Bolton after my weekend at home. Yes. I keep meaning to go to the library, I've decided I'm just going to get there and choose a random book. One that has a fibre of decent literature, rather than a pretentious, overlong bore of a book. In the university library, I was shocked to discover, that they have Jaqueline Wilson and a wide variation of her work and no Nabokov, none.
Well there actually isn't a favoured subject I have in mind at the moment. I just felt obliged to update. Although I must admit things are rather mundane at the moment, though I'm not sure I'd like that to change, which I suppose is a bit weird, I like the calm of the expected normalcy in an otherwise boring day.
By day a not so typical student, by night an old lady. No really with exception to the occasional Wednesday, I am such an O.A.P imitation! Okay maybe not a fully fledged member of oldness but you know.
Ah I must admit though I do like the routine weekends here. Friday (As of 2pm every Thursday my weekend begins) Sleep, Saturday getting work done and reading time and Sunday lunch out or a coffee with the girls in town. It's very nice and I like nice.
Well it will be nice now that the fourth wheel has gone, okay so you need four wheels for many things but in our flat we only need three, because we're 'Team Trike' yeah so fourth, uneccessary and frankly useless, wheel has gone. We can rejoice for the fact we no longer have a kind of dictator in our flat. Not that we were scared of her, no, it's tolerating somebody who near enough gets on your last nerve everyday, especially when the three of us are more or less complacent in our living ways. Although we do get excitable about things, it is minimal!
Anyway I think I'll make that trip to the library now.
Ba-bye!
It's not been a long time but it's been long enough. Speaking of time and length; I've had my hair cut. When I say cut I mean I have shorter hair than some of the guys in my class. I like it but I'm still a bit uncertain. Oh well it will hopefully grow, if my atrociously temperamental hair decides to, rather quickly.
So I'm back in Bolton after my weekend at home. Yes. I keep meaning to go to the library, I've decided I'm just going to get there and choose a random book. One that has a fibre of decent literature, rather than a pretentious, overlong bore of a book. In the university library, I was shocked to discover, that they have Jaqueline Wilson and a wide variation of her work and no Nabokov, none.
Well there actually isn't a favoured subject I have in mind at the moment. I just felt obliged to update. Although I must admit things are rather mundane at the moment, though I'm not sure I'd like that to change, which I suppose is a bit weird, I like the calm of the expected normalcy in an otherwise boring day.
By day a not so typical student, by night an old lady. No really with exception to the occasional Wednesday, I am such an O.A.P imitation! Okay maybe not a fully fledged member of oldness but you know.
Ah I must admit though I do like the routine weekends here. Friday (As of 2pm every Thursday my weekend begins) Sleep, Saturday getting work done and reading time and Sunday lunch out or a coffee with the girls in town. It's very nice and I like nice.
Well it will be nice now that the fourth wheel has gone, okay so you need four wheels for many things but in our flat we only need three, because we're 'Team Trike' yeah so fourth, uneccessary and frankly useless, wheel has gone. We can rejoice for the fact we no longer have a kind of dictator in our flat. Not that we were scared of her, no, it's tolerating somebody who near enough gets on your last nerve everyday, especially when the three of us are more or less complacent in our living ways. Although we do get excitable about things, it is minimal!
Anyway I think I'll make that trip to the library now.
Ba-bye!
Saturday, 12 March 2011
On a Serious Note.
Indeed, yes a serious note.
I was reading the paper today, well actually a few minutes ago, which is still today...So I'll proceed. I was reading and I turned the page to see a picture of a dead cat, this horrified me though it was in black and white. However the story that accompanied the photograph was one that disgusted me so completely I felt ill.
The Story? Well the poor animal was the pet of a rejected MP, the cat scratched his grandchild one day, and he beat the cat to death with his walking stick. I know, truly horrific, I'm not a full on animal rights protester and I'm not one who goes around preaching rights of every living being but this is truly barbaric! What type of person beats a cat to death with his walking stick because it scratched someone?!
In my opinion, yes an opinion, this fifty three year old man should be made a spectacle of. To some it may only be a cat, hardly worth the worry for only a minutes rage of an individual. But no, it is beyond that, it is more than just a cat, this monster beat it to death because he lost his temper. It scratched his grandchild, big deal, he should have moved it to another room! I've been scratched so many times by my grandparent's cats that it's just customary to stay out of their way if they're in a cranky mood. Cat's have off days too.
But murder of an otherwise innocent animal is not only disgustingly wrong but also unforgivable. It makes you wonder that if that man can kill his cat in a rage what would happen if left alone with a child in a bad mood? Would he lash out at the child?
Obviously this person would say "No! Never, I'd never dream of harming my family"...Well guess what pal, you already did, you killed the cat, a cat isn't a novelty, if you get a pet expect them to become part of the family, not just something you can take your anger out on! Frankly I could rag on this guy all day but words would eventually fail me when trying to describe how mortified I was to read that story.
I wasn't even going to read the paper today, Saturday papers never really hold much interest, but it was there and I was bored. Now it's still there, on my chair while I am no longer reading it and am here, saddened by the atrocity.Overreaction? Not at all, it's a vile crime, a cat could never possibly hope to defend itself from a full size man with a weapon.
I don't think I'll finish reading that paper now. I'm still rather sickened. It's a rather traumatic thing to see and read.
I'm going to leave it at that because I can rant until my keyboard has broken and I still won't be able to get my shock, anger and disgust across.
I was reading the paper today, well actually a few minutes ago, which is still today...So I'll proceed. I was reading and I turned the page to see a picture of a dead cat, this horrified me though it was in black and white. However the story that accompanied the photograph was one that disgusted me so completely I felt ill.
The Story? Well the poor animal was the pet of a rejected MP, the cat scratched his grandchild one day, and he beat the cat to death with his walking stick. I know, truly horrific, I'm not a full on animal rights protester and I'm not one who goes around preaching rights of every living being but this is truly barbaric! What type of person beats a cat to death with his walking stick because it scratched someone?!
In my opinion, yes an opinion, this fifty three year old man should be made a spectacle of. To some it may only be a cat, hardly worth the worry for only a minutes rage of an individual. But no, it is beyond that, it is more than just a cat, this monster beat it to death because he lost his temper. It scratched his grandchild, big deal, he should have moved it to another room! I've been scratched so many times by my grandparent's cats that it's just customary to stay out of their way if they're in a cranky mood. Cat's have off days too.
But murder of an otherwise innocent animal is not only disgustingly wrong but also unforgivable. It makes you wonder that if that man can kill his cat in a rage what would happen if left alone with a child in a bad mood? Would he lash out at the child?
Obviously this person would say "No! Never, I'd never dream of harming my family"...Well guess what pal, you already did, you killed the cat, a cat isn't a novelty, if you get a pet expect them to become part of the family, not just something you can take your anger out on! Frankly I could rag on this guy all day but words would eventually fail me when trying to describe how mortified I was to read that story.
I wasn't even going to read the paper today, Saturday papers never really hold much interest, but it was there and I was bored. Now it's still there, on my chair while I am no longer reading it and am here, saddened by the atrocity.Overreaction? Not at all, it's a vile crime, a cat could never possibly hope to defend itself from a full size man with a weapon.
I don't think I'll finish reading that paper now. I'm still rather sickened. It's a rather traumatic thing to see and read.
I'm going to leave it at that because I can rant until my keyboard has broken and I still won't be able to get my shock, anger and disgust across.
Friday, 11 March 2011
Shopping, Grandparent's and an Overly Sensitive Disposition, a Day in the Life of...
Well, today was nice even if the weather decided to be a disgusting pig. I suppose I shouldn't complain, thoughts to Japan, rather tragic.
Well I've decided to finally get a new style when I get my hair cut. I'm completely bored of it, basically I feel like I've got Worzel Gummage's hair style, straw bonanza. As of Monday no longer! Anyway I bought a hat today so if it takes me a bit of time to adjust to it I can hide it from myself until I don't feel utterly nauseous. My hairdresser is awesome though, it won't be the cut itself, more the person i.e me being me; I'll be all emotionally retarded about my hair and end up trying to gather the tufts and make it into a clip on ponytail or hairpiece. No, no, no.
Well on another note, I think my grandparents are trying to kill me...
Okay so not literal murder, but you know "scare-me-until-I-have-a-heart-attack-and-die" type kill. I'm pretty sure that it's not normal for grandad's to regularly exaggerate coughing so loudly you almost drop hot coffee into your lap, or laugh while watching overly evil horror films at ten o'clock in the morning then laughing when I run out scared! And I'm also quite certain that it isn't normal for a grandmother to hide either in the bathroom in the dead of night and jump out at you or crouch down in the kitchen and jump up like the incarnation of Tigger. Oh to top it all off they laugh! They laugh about it with such glee I'm almost convinced they plan it together. I love them but I think I might have to bring a motion sensor and dreamcatcher every time I come back from university to visit them to ensure I don't have nightmares!
If I'm honest the two cats, whom I love just as dearly as my lovely grandparents, seem just as intent on causing me some sort of trauma as a memento. One of them thinks it's completely acceptable to try and walk over my face while I sleep, and the other just thinks it's fine to headbutt me from the top of the fridge/freezer until I feed him. To be fair though the second one is done to everyone, so maybe he's just cantankerous in his old age.
I went shopping today and bought a couple of things. I bought a pair of new shoes which I think are awesome, but that's just my own opinion. I managed to survive my solitary shopping trip without any implications. I then had to wait for like an hour for a bus, I always forget how ridiculously unreliable some bus services are! Except the 53 bus, I love that one, regularly ontime, barely ever late. Yes that one is an exception. I was so cold while waiting I felt like pouring my coffee over my hands, but I decided to just drink it instead, nobody wants a coffee soaked ginger on the bus, no matter how epic they are.
Wow I've insignificantly rambled for what seems like an adequate post so I think I shall now leave it at this and go back to tinkering on my computer and generally reading until I feel tired enough to go to bed.
So.Goodbye...
Well I've decided to finally get a new style when I get my hair cut. I'm completely bored of it, basically I feel like I've got Worzel Gummage's hair style, straw bonanza. As of Monday no longer! Anyway I bought a hat today so if it takes me a bit of time to adjust to it I can hide it from myself until I don't feel utterly nauseous. My hairdresser is awesome though, it won't be the cut itself, more the person i.e me being me; I'll be all emotionally retarded about my hair and end up trying to gather the tufts and make it into a clip on ponytail or hairpiece. No, no, no.
Well on another note, I think my grandparents are trying to kill me...
Okay so not literal murder, but you know "scare-me-until-I-have-a-heart-attack-and-die" type kill. I'm pretty sure that it's not normal for grandad's to regularly exaggerate coughing so loudly you almost drop hot coffee into your lap, or laugh while watching overly evil horror films at ten o'clock in the morning then laughing when I run out scared! And I'm also quite certain that it isn't normal for a grandmother to hide either in the bathroom in the dead of night and jump out at you or crouch down in the kitchen and jump up like the incarnation of Tigger. Oh to top it all off they laugh! They laugh about it with such glee I'm almost convinced they plan it together. I love them but I think I might have to bring a motion sensor and dreamcatcher every time I come back from university to visit them to ensure I don't have nightmares!
If I'm honest the two cats, whom I love just as dearly as my lovely grandparents, seem just as intent on causing me some sort of trauma as a memento. One of them thinks it's completely acceptable to try and walk over my face while I sleep, and the other just thinks it's fine to headbutt me from the top of the fridge/freezer until I feed him. To be fair though the second one is done to everyone, so maybe he's just cantankerous in his old age.
I went shopping today and bought a couple of things. I bought a pair of new shoes which I think are awesome, but that's just my own opinion. I managed to survive my solitary shopping trip without any implications. I then had to wait for like an hour for a bus, I always forget how ridiculously unreliable some bus services are! Except the 53 bus, I love that one, regularly ontime, barely ever late. Yes that one is an exception. I was so cold while waiting I felt like pouring my coffee over my hands, but I decided to just drink it instead, nobody wants a coffee soaked ginger on the bus, no matter how epic they are.
Wow I've insignificantly rambled for what seems like an adequate post so I think I shall now leave it at this and go back to tinkering on my computer and generally reading until I feel tired enough to go to bed.
So.Goodbye...
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Sleepless Reading and Procrastination, Gosh!
Ah insomnia, how ardently you consume me.
Another late night followed by an early morning. Though it is quite clear that I won't be executing the abysmal task of filling in an entry to my "Dream Diary" for Art Direction. Well not in the day ahead anyway. At first it was an interesting prospect but now it's a bit irritating. Just like we were asked in September to start a journal on our regular life and feelings. In all honesty I obliged under the suspicion that they won't forget to collect it.
Going onto a different topic, a favourite, books! Yesterday I started to read "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" which I was fairly excited about. Needless to say I was severely disappointed by how dull it was. The only way it can be described is boring! Acclaimed it may be interesting it is not. I'm no critic but I just didn't care about the characters. I read to page thirty and decided it just wasn't for me. Nope, I just wasn't drawn into the whole 'kids living in poverty but happy although the eleven year old girl shows literary intelligence' add in a tree that won't die and basically I died of boredom. Almost.
No, throw me a Nabokov, Shakespeare, Agatha Christie or something with an interesting and intelligent story to tell and I'll read happily for hours. Anyway I started 'The Lovely Bones' which I must admit is wryly humorous with the obvious sadness added due to the circumstances of the story. When summer approaches I think it will be time to read a bit of Poirot. Ah the little Belgian detective with the delectable moustache, how I love you so.
Right I better go and pack ready to go home tomorrow, for the weekend! Oh hideous procrastination!
B-b-bye.
Another late night followed by an early morning. Though it is quite clear that I won't be executing the abysmal task of filling in an entry to my "Dream Diary" for Art Direction. Well not in the day ahead anyway. At first it was an interesting prospect but now it's a bit irritating. Just like we were asked in September to start a journal on our regular life and feelings. In all honesty I obliged under the suspicion that they won't forget to collect it.
Going onto a different topic, a favourite, books! Yesterday I started to read "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" which I was fairly excited about. Needless to say I was severely disappointed by how dull it was. The only way it can be described is boring! Acclaimed it may be interesting it is not. I'm no critic but I just didn't care about the characters. I read to page thirty and decided it just wasn't for me. Nope, I just wasn't drawn into the whole 'kids living in poverty but happy although the eleven year old girl shows literary intelligence' add in a tree that won't die and basically I died of boredom. Almost.
No, throw me a Nabokov, Shakespeare, Agatha Christie or something with an interesting and intelligent story to tell and I'll read happily for hours. Anyway I started 'The Lovely Bones' which I must admit is wryly humorous with the obvious sadness added due to the circumstances of the story. When summer approaches I think it will be time to read a bit of Poirot. Ah the little Belgian detective with the delectable moustache, how I love you so.
Right I better go and pack ready to go home tomorrow, for the weekend! Oh hideous procrastination!
B-b-bye.
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Pancake Day and The Man Who's Not Being 'That Guy'.
Oh hello Shrove Tuesday! It's all very well being the day for pancakes but could you make the way for Wednesday? You see the week is going excruciatingly slow!
Ah but pancakes, how lovely you are. Though I prefer to buy the ready made ones, I suppose I may be one of the few people who finds the creation of the pancake, more than once, a banal, tedious process. I see no reason why perfection is applied to this product/process. I for one know how to make a pancake, but to make it perfectly is another story!
Anyway, I'm going to attempt to make pancakes for myself and my flatmate later on. I suppose it's the polite thing to do since the day calls for it. Except I'm pretty sure there were other things to enjoy before giving it up rather than eggs, flower, milk and butter for Lent. Speaking of Lent, I don't think I shall be giving anything up, which sounds a bit selfish, but it's not really. When you think about it you aren't giving it up for anything other than your own piece of mind. I can have my mind in tact while still enjoying things like chocolate or reading a book and my conscience will be fine for it.
And yet again the point to this post is none. A point doesn't exist, so don't look for it as you'll never find anything but my ramblings about subjects I see fit or how well my day is or has been. Those people who read blogs just to rag on them should really not read them at all, what is the actual point in bringing down the bricks on somebody elses observations. A blog is just a random chica or chico doing their own thing. Just don't be that guy. Be the man instead, but not the guy.
Ah bye.
Ah but pancakes, how lovely you are. Though I prefer to buy the ready made ones, I suppose I may be one of the few people who finds the creation of the pancake, more than once, a banal, tedious process. I see no reason why perfection is applied to this product/process. I for one know how to make a pancake, but to make it perfectly is another story!
Anyway, I'm going to attempt to make pancakes for myself and my flatmate later on. I suppose it's the polite thing to do since the day calls for it. Except I'm pretty sure there were other things to enjoy before giving it up rather than eggs, flower, milk and butter for Lent. Speaking of Lent, I don't think I shall be giving anything up, which sounds a bit selfish, but it's not really. When you think about it you aren't giving it up for anything other than your own piece of mind. I can have my mind in tact while still enjoying things like chocolate or reading a book and my conscience will be fine for it.
And yet again the point to this post is none. A point doesn't exist, so don't look for it as you'll never find anything but my ramblings about subjects I see fit or how well my day is or has been. Those people who read blogs just to rag on them should really not read them at all, what is the actual point in bringing down the bricks on somebody elses observations. A blog is just a random chica or chico doing their own thing. Just don't be that guy. Be the man instead, but not the guy.
Ah bye.
Monday, 7 March 2011
Lavishing Libraries? Most Definitely.
So, it's now Tuesday 8th March 2011, which also means that in two days I will be home for a long weekend! Indeed yes, I'm very happy.
Well anyway, it's rather early in the morning and I'm sat here quietly waiting for an appropriate hour to start getting ready for uni. Not that I can actually be bothered dragging myself there of course. Presentation tomorrow. lovely...I think our lecturer wants to destroy our souls or something.
I finished 'Lolita' and I can safely say it is one of the best novels I have read so far. You kind of feel sorry for the guy until you remember that he's clearly a peadophile. I can't wait to peruse the library again tomorrow. Oh the joyous moment when you find a book long searched for and now within your own grasp is completely inexplicable unless you want to use feeble descriptions that are barely worth notice.
On the subject of books, damage to a book actually affects me. In all seriousness a ripped page is, to me, mentally what a papercut may be to another. Sly and stinging, although small, you'll always remember the first one and you'll always be on guard to avoid another. Indeed it sounds rather daft but books are precious, they live on when others lives are at an end. It takes a lot for words to fade, once read they can never be unread, words forgotten, sentences dismissed, whole pages distanced from the mind. But the knowledge that they have been read, that the stories these pages have so willingly given, are in the readers mind, remembered or otherwise, is just a wonderful revelation.
It's nice to read with somebody, unless they are annoying and talk non-stop rather than the idle chit-chat given during the mutual pause of reading when tired eyes need resting. I've discovered reading by lamplight brings a nicer atmosphere than full room lighting. A certain calm descends in the respective silence, which is rather comforting.
Anyway best be off, it's still early but I doubt even I could prattle on about libraries, books and their appeal for much longer! Though as a side note I'm thinking of watching the 1997 adaptation of 'Lolita' I saw a trailer for the film and it does look rather good. So may try it.
Au Revoir.
Well anyway, it's rather early in the morning and I'm sat here quietly waiting for an appropriate hour to start getting ready for uni. Not that I can actually be bothered dragging myself there of course. Presentation tomorrow. lovely...I think our lecturer wants to destroy our souls or something.
I finished 'Lolita' and I can safely say it is one of the best novels I have read so far. You kind of feel sorry for the guy until you remember that he's clearly a peadophile. I can't wait to peruse the library again tomorrow. Oh the joyous moment when you find a book long searched for and now within your own grasp is completely inexplicable unless you want to use feeble descriptions that are barely worth notice.
On the subject of books, damage to a book actually affects me. In all seriousness a ripped page is, to me, mentally what a papercut may be to another. Sly and stinging, although small, you'll always remember the first one and you'll always be on guard to avoid another. Indeed it sounds rather daft but books are precious, they live on when others lives are at an end. It takes a lot for words to fade, once read they can never be unread, words forgotten, sentences dismissed, whole pages distanced from the mind. But the knowledge that they have been read, that the stories these pages have so willingly given, are in the readers mind, remembered or otherwise, is just a wonderful revelation.
It's nice to read with somebody, unless they are annoying and talk non-stop rather than the idle chit-chat given during the mutual pause of reading when tired eyes need resting. I've discovered reading by lamplight brings a nicer atmosphere than full room lighting. A certain calm descends in the respective silence, which is rather comforting.
Anyway best be off, it's still early but I doubt even I could prattle on about libraries, books and their appeal for much longer! Though as a side note I'm thinking of watching the 1997 adaptation of 'Lolita' I saw a trailer for the film and it does look rather good. So may try it.
Au Revoir.
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Four O'Clock Musings of a Nerdy Kind.
Well, it's almost four o'clock in the morning and myself and my two favourite's are wide awake! One wonders if we have any perception of time these days. In absolute honesty, it's comforting to stay awake knowing that when other people's lamp's have burned out for the night your candle is still glowing. Philisophical much? Ha no, just a load of waffle that I know I'm capable of spouting and making it sound vaguely interesting with an intellectual feel.
Which brings me to a point that has no meaning although I found it interesting to ponder...It is incredibly easy for somebody to pretend to be intelligent but acting dumb or oblivious to a fact or situation, is a rather difficult concept! Not that I've ever done such a thing without reason! I'd never lower myself, however, I have had to pretend not to know about things such as a surprise or circumstance on occasion and I have found it very difficult! Why some people willingly inflict this upon themselves, let alone others, on a daily basis is beyond me and quite frankly I'm baffled by these people because they're wasting their own minds! This fact annoys me as they could be using their minds with potential, not pretending that they cannot spell the word 'orange'!
Honestly, if somebody tries to make me look stupid I zing them and move on, by "zing" I mean I beat them with a verbal stick until they metaphorically bleed out and apologize for their own idiocy. I hate the type of people who try to make others look or feel little and beneath them.
The thought came to me while I was eating mayonnaise on toast and watching a dvd with my flatmate and I was like "good point brain, I must think of this later and form a deeper opinion" well, I didn't form a hugely deep opinion other than: pretend stupid equals waste. End of.
Now I'm off to finish reading Nabokov's 'Lolita' with said flatmate until I feel fit to lay my head to rest, if I decide to. I may not as this book is so riveting, In a day and a half I've nearly read it all. It's one of those books that shock you but not as much as to make you slam it down in indignation...I for one would never slam abook down anyway, how disrespectful to that book! I love books, I'm a huge nerd, mess with my books and you mess with me, fool!...Exit Mr. T mode...
I bid you adieu!
Which brings me to a point that has no meaning although I found it interesting to ponder...It is incredibly easy for somebody to pretend to be intelligent but acting dumb or oblivious to a fact or situation, is a rather difficult concept! Not that I've ever done such a thing without reason! I'd never lower myself, however, I have had to pretend not to know about things such as a surprise or circumstance on occasion and I have found it very difficult! Why some people willingly inflict this upon themselves, let alone others, on a daily basis is beyond me and quite frankly I'm baffled by these people because they're wasting their own minds! This fact annoys me as they could be using their minds with potential, not pretending that they cannot spell the word 'orange'!
Honestly, if somebody tries to make me look stupid I zing them and move on, by "zing" I mean I beat them with a verbal stick until they metaphorically bleed out and apologize for their own idiocy. I hate the type of people who try to make others look or feel little and beneath them.
The thought came to me while I was eating mayonnaise on toast and watching a dvd with my flatmate and I was like "good point brain, I must think of this later and form a deeper opinion" well, I didn't form a hugely deep opinion other than: pretend stupid equals waste. End of.
Now I'm off to finish reading Nabokov's 'Lolita' with said flatmate until I feel fit to lay my head to rest, if I decide to. I may not as this book is so riveting, In a day and a half I've nearly read it all. It's one of those books that shock you but not as much as to make you slam it down in indignation...I for one would never slam abook down anyway, how disrespectful to that book! I love books, I'm a huge nerd, mess with my books and you mess with me, fool!...Exit Mr. T mode...
I bid you adieu!
Hello, Hola. Bonjour...
Well hello!
It's strange having a blog after so long. Where to begin? Um, university maybe? Yes, I'm there, I'm at uni, studying Media Production...Interesting? Don't be deceived, it's no bucket of ice, in the sense that it certainly is not as cool as it sounds, although the people are pretty awesome, I don't disclude myself. Without the vaguest hint of egotism I do believe that I am just as awesome, no point in pretending it's not what I think.
Frankly it's all you can be; frank, well not as in Frank the man, because I'm a girl, woman, lady, whatever. But frank as in to the point, without being blunt; though I must say a blunt point can be just as effective. If I think it there is a high chance it shall be said. Unless it's very harsh, very harsh thoughts shouldn't be said unless there is a valid reason other than utter vehemence of the person(s) the thoughts are aimed at. And let me tell you I'm not a mean person, but sometimes comments with an edge are just necessary to convey a point.
Anyway I enjoy university, whether the course is what I expected or not..."or not" being the objective. I enjoy the people and I enjoy living in halls of residence, I get good grades. I live away from home and sometimes miss my family and friends, but it doesn't affect me very much because it's an experience. My flatmates are awesome...Well the select few. There are six of us, three out of the six talk and get on very well. Well two I adore, the third, well it's easy to feign. Amazing people.
Nothing else really needs to be mentioned, other than I'm not as normal as a regular person should be in reference to my thoughts as an individual. I hate the expression "think outside the box" as it's a rather cliche thing. No I just have a different perception. I notice. Sometimes I don't, it's that simple. I love random quirky things and I'm not a 'feelings' person, I love cats though! Overall there is simply too much to speak about, some things may be brushed upon in later posts.
On a final note...I don't have a final note.
Bye!
It's strange having a blog after so long. Where to begin? Um, university maybe? Yes, I'm there, I'm at uni, studying Media Production...Interesting? Don't be deceived, it's no bucket of ice, in the sense that it certainly is not as cool as it sounds, although the people are pretty awesome, I don't disclude myself. Without the vaguest hint of egotism I do believe that I am just as awesome, no point in pretending it's not what I think.
Frankly it's all you can be; frank, well not as in Frank the man, because I'm a girl, woman, lady, whatever. But frank as in to the point, without being blunt; though I must say a blunt point can be just as effective. If I think it there is a high chance it shall be said. Unless it's very harsh, very harsh thoughts shouldn't be said unless there is a valid reason other than utter vehemence of the person(s) the thoughts are aimed at. And let me tell you I'm not a mean person, but sometimes comments with an edge are just necessary to convey a point.
Anyway I enjoy university, whether the course is what I expected or not..."or not" being the objective. I enjoy the people and I enjoy living in halls of residence, I get good grades. I live away from home and sometimes miss my family and friends, but it doesn't affect me very much because it's an experience. My flatmates are awesome...Well the select few. There are six of us, three out of the six talk and get on very well. Well two I adore, the third, well it's easy to feign. Amazing people.
Nothing else really needs to be mentioned, other than I'm not as normal as a regular person should be in reference to my thoughts as an individual. I hate the expression "think outside the box" as it's a rather cliche thing. No I just have a different perception. I notice. Sometimes I don't, it's that simple. I love random quirky things and I'm not a 'feelings' person, I love cats though! Overall there is simply too much to speak about, some things may be brushed upon in later posts.
On a final note...I don't have a final note.
Bye!
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