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A breakdown in communication
I once came up with a theory that the months of January and February really ought to be sacked off as productive months. In all honesty I tend to spend January feeling drunk or hung over whilst February is spent recovering from said hang over. Listless, lacking in energy and telling myself I'll start my life tomorrow. So March, I decided, would be when all my New Years resolutions would kick in. March is the ending of Winter and the beginning of Spring. A changing of seasons. Something fresh and new smelling. March would be when I'd start.

I came up with this theory two years ago.

I am currently sitting in bed in Thailand, my fingers and feet covered with bites, watching Peep Show with my fiancé whilst we wait to see if my mum is available to Skype.
I <3 tigers

Long time no typey. Whilst chatting to a strange boy who claims he will kill me at some point, waiting for my ipod to charge and listening to my dog make strange noises in his sleep I decided to write a good old LJ blog (all the hip kids use this abbreviate these days).

Lots of things have/ are in the process of change/d. I have decided that last year has to have been my oddest year yet to date. Some of them have been quite sad (people and dogs generally dying) and some of it has been quite nice (notebooks is always a good change...oh and I've met a few new people) but all in all I wish I was five and still watching spiderman on saturday tv. Good reclusive times.

Anyway I won't turn this into a blog of angst and nolstalgia,no siree! (Is that how you spell siree??? I'm not even certain it's a word). So, in honour of my sisters 21st, here are some pictures of pandas hand picked by yours truly:

13th-Dec-2010 11:56 am - Wow...just.....wow
A breakdown in communication
I haven't been on LJ on flipping ages!! So flaming neglectful.

I may change my uni pic just for 'lols' as they say.
27th-Apr-2009 12:27 am - Help if you please!
A breakdown in communication
Two portforlios - one creative writing, the other lifewriting and a book review - two essays and two exams - on British Cinema and Textual Analysis.

For many, this is not alot. For me, on the otherhand, I have just been struck (as though by lightening) how much this is....particularly if you include the reading that is needed to be involved. So I settled down at my lappy top (this is the name for my laptop) to at least attempt some creative and: nothing. Nought. Nada and other 'n' words that mean Oh God why can't I think of anything to put down on this nice blank screen????!.

I hate this. It's so annoying. I've reread some of the stuff I've written and cannot fathom how I came up with any of it. Also I feel sick.....that's probably my fault for smoking too much and not drnking enough water though.

If there are any cures for a mind block of the creative kind please send them my way. Pigeon, telepathy or simply by the royal mail I really don't mind. I am also open to wide variety of ideas :)
5th-Apr-2009 09:09 pm - Because There's No Use In Moping :p

I am rather fond of the woman's accent at the begining of this

This song is just plain loveliness

8th-Jan-2009 03:11 pm - So apparently Im a vampire....
Not really religious
...and by this I mean I stay awake all night and sleep all day (oh and there's the occasional blood sucking incident but I wont go into that). What I was supposed to be doing was writing a story. What I ended up doing for a large portion of the night was helping my sister with her art project and covering my face in makeup before proceeding to stick it in dough. Or maybe that was just Maddy being abusive?? Who knows.

My mum keeps buying me left handed things which I dont quite understand, for instance a left handed calender. I didnt understand how this would work, but then my friend suggested maybe it was just a calender with pictures of left hands. This made perfect sense to me and we concluded that, if this wasnt the case, then we would make them and I bet they'd sell like hotcakes. Hotter.

Well....I would buy one.

My mum also bought me a book by Proust (I've wanted to read something by him ever since Little Miss Sunshine and the suicidal brother in it) which, whilst elated about, the negative side of me points out that I will probably never read it as I am not reading at the moment. This upsets me. I use to be voracious reader. I still havent even finished Havemercy, to my greatest of shames.

Ah well. Back to writing about 'what would happen if devils and angels went to school' and 'Nova: the tramp with no shoes'.

I hope everyone on sweet lj is fine and dandy :)
I really wish I was blessed with better concentration. For the past few days I have sat at the computer telling myself to do the work I've been set (1,500 analysis of a poem, a piece of prose and or 2-4 poems). Naturally all thats happened is I've ended up on the internet.

I've started the story....but have just been hit by a wave of writers block (but naturally re-reading Master of Ravens over and over again will cure this).

It's in for tomorrow.

Im screwed.

Right. Back to work.
27th-Oct-2008 03:24 pm - Right now....
...Im having one of those moments where I just want to curl up into a ball and just stop for a few minutes...
23rd-Oct-2008 09:30 pm(no subject)
A breakdown in communication
Today was rather traumatic.

I should've realised that this was going to be one of my more socially awkward days when I was all clumsy this morning asking the cleaner if she wanted a cup of coffee.

Basically I went to Alicia's English lesson (as I had missed last weeks one and we have the same teacher) and spent a large amount of this lesson looking like a very, very stupid person.

Mistake one: Getting Christopher Reeves and Harold Shipman mixed up in my head.

The rather more dire Mistake two: Voicing this out loud

Mistake three: counting the number of words per line in a poem, thus having to face acute criticisms from the teacher (who is mad in a Morrijones type way....but slightly more skitzerphrenic??). I did point this could be necessary to consider if we were thinking structually, which he agreed but said I should thought about the syllables then instead (aaaaaaaaaaack!)

Mistake four: getting my stresses, when we looked at stresses in poems, wrong. So wrong. Just plain wrong.

Mistake five: making a dippy comment on a Carol Ann Duffy poem (of course it would be about pediaphila)

I also dont think he liked my poem 'Ghost' for it's simple rhymning technique. Ironically I realised halfway through the lesson, that I should've given him the one in which I spent hours thinking about the structure (as opposed to the one I knocked up in five minutes) but because it ended up being on three pages, I got scared as he might have said it was too long.


This sounds like I hate him. I dont. He's insane so naturally I hold nothing but love for him and his grey jumpers and stories on killing his hamsters when he was a wee barn....I just had a bad lesson and wished there was a way in which I could make myself less willing to talk.

I have also spent trimillion in primark. Which I feel only fleeting feelings of guilt, but mostly there is smugness.
18th-Oct-2008 01:48 pm(no subject)
Today feels like a good day.

The weather outside is my favourite kind. Blustery with blue skies and Autumn leaves. I slept in so late today, largely because some my firends watched IT. I had to walk out quite early on in the film because my mind was in one of those buzzing moods where it was going to dwell on things. Sure enough, having woken up at five in the morning because my mouth was dry (and rather oddly...sticky??), all I could think about was the glimpses of scary clowns I had seen. Then I thought I heard knocking on my door and was unable to return to sleep for a good hour or so.

What can I say? Im not the greatest with scary films ^^

Anyway, as I may have mentioned a trillion kazillion bonbillion times, I have been reading alot of manga lately. An unhealthy amount you might say, when what I really need to read are classics, epics, anything that does not have some sort of fantastical element and addresses all of lifes issues. But Im not for now....hopefully.

Anyways, I've been reading this one where the plot revolves around a Victorianish setting, a twelve year old boy and his demon butler, the occasional solving of crimes. Then, just briefly, there is this one really fantastic character who is completely off his rocker! Well this may not account for anything as there are plenty of the characters who are, but that is besides the point as this particular fellow eats dogs biscuits and owns a rather impressive set of nails.

Because Im a geekCollapse )

Because he is strangely beautifulCollapse )

Because he eats dog biscuitsCollapse )

Because he is known only as Mr UndertakerCollapse )
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