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Pope Paul IV. Not just a pretty Titian painting
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[Oct. 11th, 2006|01:11 am] |
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And so I'm not even sure what's the point. Or why. I'm hoping this mood will pass, coz it's been with me a long time now and I don't want it any more. |
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| Slav lifts us up where we belong... |
[May. 12th, 2006|02:03 am] |
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So yes am drinking tea listening to massive attack and ingnoring the remaining few pages of Petronius that are screaming at me to be translated. Titwank. I've not upadated in time and a half, but really, my life's not that interesting... |
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| my E-S-S-A-Y becomes final today |
[Jan. 26th, 2006|02:15 am] |
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| | panicked | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tammy Wynette - D-I-V-O-R-C-E | ] |
Oh dear God. I have so much essay left to do, and country music is taking over my brain. Who'd have thought Dolly Parton, Tammy Wynette, Loretta Lynn and Kenny Rogers could have been so addictive. Not to mention Johnny Cash or Gram Parsons. FUUUUCCCKK. Red bull is hurting my face... |
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[Jan. 16th, 2006|12:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ANGRY | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ENYA. SO MUCH ENYA MY NEIGHBOURS HATE ME | ] |
Rant begins now
MY HAND FUCKING HURTS. FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING EXAM.I now have ink all over my hand too. And for what? I fucking well forgot two fucking lines of fucking Plutarch straight off, Tibullus was ok, the prac crit for Achilles Tatius was on a text I haven't read BECUASE I DIDN'T KNOW WE COULD BE SET PRAC CRITS ON FUCKING B TEXTS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. AS IF I DIDN'T SPEND LONG ENOUGH LEARNING THE A TEXTS. AND THE PROPERITUS PRAC CRIT WAS AWFUL AND I RAMBLED AND I MADE NO SENSE. And I can't open this fucking email attachment and I can't make the termcard therefore and people will get angry and I have another rehearsal before I can even think of going out and having a nice night tonight. THE FIRST IN A VERY LONG TIME. Right, I'm going to bed. Been Up since Fucking One. Fat fucking lot of fucking good it did me. Fin. |
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| Suburban Relapse. I HATE Eamonn Holmes... |
[Dec. 30th, 2005|05:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Injunctive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tori Amos - Silent All These Years | ] |
Why is that annoying man on tv? AAAAAHHHH. So irritating. Have been at work today, which was spent mostly answering phone calls on reception and brushing up on my general knowledge on wikipedia. MMMM. Love that website. Feel tired. Need food. WALLOW IN THAT ASHBATH, SOAKING IN THE FUMES, SEE THE NICOTINE STAIN START TO SPREAD. Yes, someone did get a cd full of Banshees' demos and rarities for xmas. Yum. And a whole host of other good stuff like multiple series of Teachers and some Tori Amos stuff and the Maltese Falcon. Sam Spadetastic. My head hurts. Stayed at Dad last night and drank too much vodka and wine which made watching the Shipping News very, very confusing, especially as I thought it was set in Canada but they all had Irish accents?! Maybe a colony of Irish people. Hmmm. Also had two curries in one day - slobtastic. Other highlights of the week include Xmas day, Nana provoking arguments with everyone, casual xenophobia and other Torytastic things. Also my Aunt made traditional Banoffee pie for Xmas. SO GOOD. Xmas Eve drank solidly for 7 hours, then had to go home and panic wrap presents at 1 in the morning, which resulted in a) sellotaping myself to a cd, and b) using twice as much wrapping paper as I would have needed sober. Then again, I'm hardly the most dextrous person sober. I'mn hoping that means 'possessing dexterity' rather than being made of the sugar dextrose, which I believe can act like MonoSodium Glutamate. Ahem. Oh, and Tube Strike fills me with RAGE. Need to smash that Union. Maybe Maggie wasn't that bad...BAD THOUGHT. Going right to the back of my head never to be seen again... |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 22nd, 2005|03:21 am] |
Two Become One- The Anschluss Song
By the Spice Girls/ Louise Marks & Luke Gardiner.
Verse One.
Twenty years ago now lover
They told us we couldn't see each other
But we're meant to be yeah
Just you and me yeah
Like the Danube and the Rhine
Make your hand connect with mine
I miss your blue eyes
I miss your blonde hair
Bridge.
Are you as good as I remember, baby?
Give in to my
Plebiscite
'Cuz March, '38,
Is when two become one...
Chorus.
I need some land like I've never needed land before
Wanna merge our borders baby
Had a little war, now I'm back for more
Wanna merge our borders baby
Join with me tonight
Baby join the Third Reich
Verse Two.
Clemenceau tore us upart
But nothing can split our Aryan heart
How good would it be yeah
Anschluss you and me ja
If you vote 'nein' on this day
We'll still invade you anyway
Say 'ja' or you
Will be killed like a Jew
Bridge.
Be a little bit wiser, Austria
Say 'ja'
Sig Hiel
'Cuz March, '38,
Is when two become one
Chorus.
I need some land like I've never needed land before
Wanna merge our borders baby
Had a little war, now I'm back for more
Wanna merge our borders baby
Join with me tonight
Baby join the Third Reich...
Honey let's make it right...
Please don't put up a fight...
(repeat to fade) |
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| photographs of rome on my table. mucha on my wall... |
[Dec. 12th, 2005|12:19 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | xgsfnm frts | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Siouxsie and the Banshees - Return | ] |
That term was rather eventful. For numerous reasons. I'm now sitting in my room, surrounded by about a hundred bags that have yet to be unpacked, listening to ambiguous music, and staring at my poor book cases, which literally fell apart in my absence. The most important, and best, thing that happened since I last updated took place a few days after my last post. What began as a typical Lib Dem formal (too much alcohol, filthy stories, and much mudslinging), ended up with, after about a week of me being on tenterhooks, with my having a boyfriend - and a handsome, clever and funny one at that. I'd always quite fancied Andrew from afar, since I met him at election time last year, but I'd never said anything. And, being quite like me, he never said anything ever. And so it turned out he fancied me, as I found out from an impeccable source, and for once I plucked up the courage, asked him out, and it worked. In the past month, apart from being inordinately happy (a very strange feeling), we've been out loads, and I feel weirdly content, although that in itself scares me as I feel it is a sign that everything is going to go wrong. Although I always feel that. But yes, am very happy, and coupled with the fact that I've had a great term, really enjoyed my work - I think I am most definitely erring towards being a Later Roman historian - had lots of fun with my friends, my world anger has somewhat subsided, although I'm sure it'll be back ( like tomorrow morning, when I have to get up stupidly early for xmas shopping). Oh, and the sheer filth fest that was the latest harry potter also amused me immensely. Fin. |
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| Black cat with its throat cut. Or perhaps tuna waterfall... |
[Nov. 9th, 2005|12:33 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kate Bush- Coral Room | ] |
Kate Bush's new album is stunning. Go and buy it now. Good. I'm glad we did that. I don't want to read any more articles on servitium amoris tonight. Or ever again. And I'm faintly worried by my room in that a) I swear I saw a mouse running around on my carpet (no euphemism), and b) there is an odd gas smell coming from somewhere. I've made my peace with the fact that none of the door handles work (fourthteenth century charm. bollocks) and the fact that I can hear the wind through my fireplace all the time (quite relaxing, though very eery in the dark), so maybe I'll learn to live with these things. Hmm. We shall see. Oh and I am learning to write latin hexameter. WATCH OUT VIRGIL HERE I COME. I believe we've entered new depths of saddom. Hotpot was fun on Sunday- a summary follows:
a) arrive late and in style in a taxi
b) drink as much champagne as Bazza gives me (he thinks I'm an alcie so it's fine)
c) talk shit with Katy and Will for an hour, whilst avoiding (barely) fallin in the fire
d) go to hotpot (worst chinese restaurant in cambridge) for classics dinner, and proceed to drink 9 glasses of red wine in an hour and a half, whilst rambling on about serbia to supervisors etc. Also have very amusing conversations with will and katy again (we sat at the end of the table to avoid awkward moments with various people). sample quotation: katy 'gay is my new Luke best friend'. Bless.
e) finish meal and run over to pub next door for last orders with all fellow classicists + greek lit supervisor + her boyfriend. Drink heartily once more, whilst sitting on a suspiciously arthurian like round table. Laughed with Struan about somethig for a lng time but can't quite remember what.
f) leave pub, walk to the other end of cambridge to darwin college, whilst, on the way, fabi dances in the road and almost gets run over, katy throws andbreaks her umbrella across the street trying to make it into a light saber for Will, and Adam gets randoms to take pictures of us all.
g) sit in Darwin for a few hours, supervisor (LOVE HER) buys me g&t, and I lose miserably at table fottball.
h) stumble back at some inordinate time in the morning and wake up wanting to die of hangover. Half of us don't turn up for lectures.
Fin. |
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| Murderous murderous rage... |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|05:02 pm] |
Ok. Just ran down to the classics faculty to hand in my second sophistic essay and abysmal prat crit. Oh dear God. I may kill everybody soon. And now it is raining. So I am stuck here til it stops. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH. I need a break. I want to be in Arizona. NOW. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|11:19 pm] |
You are Xena Warrior Princess herself. She is
intelligent and has many skills (epecially in
battle)Travelling with her best friend and
soul-mate, Gabrielle she fights for good tring
to make up for the evil deeds in her past.
Which Xena Character Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
YES!!!!!!!*
* well basically I was going to do the quiz over and over again til I got Xena at any rate. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|11:15 pm] |
You are Grump-Pea! You're a bit of a sourpuss.
You're not happy unless you're unhappy, and you
feel that the dice of life are routinely loaded
against you. Although you probably wouldn't put
it as poetically as that. But sometimes you
just can't shake the feeling that people don't
like you. And the sad fact is, it's true - they
don't.
WHICH PODDINGTON PEA ARE YOU?
brought to you by Quizilla
How rude. I am so fucked off with this essay I'm going to try and find a Xena quiz and waste my time with that for a while. Hmph.A> tguewglhbt lenbfdlnb gfn . Basically is what I think of that. |
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| Gouging my eyes out Lear styley. I am Xena, warrior princess... |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|02:26 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | bipolar. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ha Tikva | ] |
So yes, I'm back in the computer room, back pretending to read for my essay due in on Weds, and pretending to care. Well actually I do care, but not enough at the moment. In the past week or so I have:
Acted in one play (excellent reviews and melodramatic/dark comedic slashing (the knife kind)
Been puzzled by laryngeals and Aboriginal langauges
Panicked at my shiteness at Latin
Been photod at Cindy's. Mmmm classy. Whilst wearing my St Peter with a shotgun t shirt. Huzzah.
Had an almost complete reunion of the history crew. Ali now talks like a Yorkshire coalminder. Bywhich I mean she doesn't, but hopefully it'll happen soon enough.
Laughed. Far too much. 'She doesn't look like an Omitowoju...'
Lost, found, lost, found and currently losing my voice.
Felt very very bored.
Used the perfect tense where I shouldn't have. Damn you Liddell and Scott with your enticing ways.
Drunko mucho porto.
Passed out in the tv room. SHAMEFUL.
Almost imploded and/or wet myself waiting for the new Kate Bush album.
Read some Sarah Kane. Bad idea.
Had some nostalgic texts. Hmmm.
Accidentally blanked people in the faculty. Oops.
Must stop time-wasting. Should go to bed now, but won't. |
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| RANT |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|05:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | BAD | ] |
| [ | music |
| | BLOOD PUMPING THROUGH THROBBING VEINS | ] |
IT IRRITATES ME THAT I DON'T HAVE THE INTELLECTUAL DEXTERITY OF AVERIL CAMERON OR ARNALDO MOMIGLIANO. THEREFORE MY ESSAY IS SHITE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. AND I OWE FUCKING MONEY TO THE LIBRARY. AND I HAVE TO WALK ALL THE WAY TO CHURCHILL AND LUCY CAV AND ST EDMUNDS TO PUT POSTERS UP. AND I HAVE A REHEARSAL FROM 8-10 MEANING I CAN'T GO TO A FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY FORMAL. AND I STILL HAVE A LATIN PROSE COMP TO DO. RIGHT, TIME TO GO AND DO ALL THOSE THINGS NOW. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2005|10:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | eimi en aporia | ] |
| [ | music |
| | red bull. ALL OVER MY EARS | ] |
Oh dear God. I'm going to be on celebrity stars in their eyes. OH DEAR GOD SATAN HAS FOUND ME!!!!! only as part of an intro slot, which they'll probably cut anyway, but who cares. Filming it was fun. Though Katy lied when she said all we'd have to do is ask the famous actor questions. WE ACTUALLY HAD TO DO LIVE IMPROV UNDER HIS INSTRUCTION. ON THREE INCHES OF STAGE. THERE IS REALLY NO NEED FOR CAPSLOCK. In other news had puzzling supervision today and not actually sure what supervisor thought of essay. Hmmm. Can see awful spiral of self-doubt approaching. Ho hum...Living with Lady MacBeth is going well, even if none of us know our lines and the play is only a week away. Katy just gave me two hundred fliers to hand out and I dropped them on the floor. Accidnetally of course. I consider them given out. Am writing an essay on Constantine at the moment but somebody has the FUCKING ONLY COPY OF THE LIFE OF CONSTANTINE IN THE UNIVERSITY AND IS NOT HANDING IT BACK TO THE FACULTY DESPITE THE FACT THAT I'VE RECALLED THE BOOK. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. anyhow, I'm off to drink red bull, write some notes on Constantine and the Bishops with Dune in the background. I ahve that song in my head. Damn you Pretty Girls Make Graves.
'Unfullfillment is killing you, seems like no one shares the same views... Baby you don't have to be a picture in a magazine, just keep on doing your thing. Sometimes it's too hard to see anything objectively just keep on doing your thing...' |
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[Oct. 15th, 2005|11:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | weird and drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Elton John, Song for Guy | ] |
I like a boy. Who seems nice. The end.
P.S. sorry for not replying to all my comments, I am such a bad person. Sorry to Beth and Alix especially in this - I'm definitely thinking about your spam purses x. |
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| visionaries and oh so embarassing photos... |
[Oct. 9th, 2005|05:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ennervated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nutbush City Limits. MAKE IT STOP. | ] |
Well I can't actually remember the last time I updated so oh whatever. Syntax means nothing to me, oh Vienna. Have moved into lovely room in Old Court, now with Edward Hopper pictures and art nouveau for added fun. And the declaration of independence. Yum. Lectures have begun, and am enjoying the feminist perspectives on Latin erotic elegy, although there are so many conflicting views, and the secondary reading makes my head hurt a lot. Have been drunk an inordinate amount of times, which is attested (unfortunately), by aforementioned photographs, have had an article published (in an undergrad journal, which happified me much), have been laughed at by my Dos's who think I look like a photo negative (the hair is blondified again), have been headhunted (sort of) by citigroup, my reaction being : hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. There is no need for me there. Really. Really none. Unless they are intending on opening a bank branch in classical Athens. Ahem. Have spent more time than is saf in the playroom basement organising the absolute mess down there into a simple grade 2 mess; this will have to be dealt with later. Meh. Have had an improptu and inappropriately amusing Rosh Hashannah service in my room with Kat, replete with apples and honey (mmmm), and have been shopping today (I bought the visionaries on dvd: I am slowly building up a collection of the dark 80s cartoons that influenced me as a child up on dvd. I am so excited about watching the visionaries, which has loomed large in my imagination as a vague form for many years that I actually can't bear to open the dvd. Will save it for tonight), and have been reading latin erotic elegy. Time to go for hall now. Speaking of which, I'm thinking about your spam purse... |
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| oh really. go and lick the diseased arse of a hangman... |
[Sep. 30th, 2005|05:25 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nostalgic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Heart Beats - the Knife | ] |
Catullus again. I think my life may revolve around fifth form latin gcse in a way which only physicists could appreciate. Something to do with strings and wormholes constantly bombarding me with the ghosts of set texts past. Anyhow, Cambridge on Saturday! Am really excited! Especially looking forward to the first week with no lectures til Thursday. Although I have a million and three things to do in the intervening time. Had an impromptu extended family get together today which reminded me why I like Jewish people. And why I especially like the North London Jewish Mafia. I've never really believed in Gaydar or whatever, but I'm now a firm believer in Jewdar; I can spot a Jew (especially from North London) a mile off, and instantly know at least three of their third cousins eigth removed. Anyhow, enough of my philosemitic rantings, which I'm sure will be replaced with angry tirades when I have a headache on Yom Kippur. Had some excellent nights out recently, and got to see nearly all the history crew assembled before I go back (although half of them are coming with me), found out Kate is coming back!!! Found out that Dom isn't )-;, which is going to cast a shitty cloud on everything, and drank lots of Gordon's. Am also now very very blonde again. The closest thing I can compare my head to is a vanilla iced gem. Remember those? No? Tough shit, coz I do, and you're obviously not hardcore 90s enough to get the reference. Ahem. Have discovered a love of Tibullus, and an even bigger love of modern electronica. Was in urban outfitters a few days ago trying to get new clothes for uni, because, let's face it, the-dragged-through-a-hedge-backwards-and then-shat-on-by-a-tramp look just isn't cutting it anymore. Although I failed to buy clothes from there, I did hear over their soundsytem a fucking awesome song - 'Heart Beats' by the Knife. So I went and bought the album and am loving it. Enough of the panegyrics. Oh, and I also managed to go the Side of Barking and the Ford of Rom with gypsy lou, although we forgot to bring our cameras with us to remind ourselves why we don't go back to the ford of Il and its environs. Ever. And also realised I'll really miss hearing the Estuary pronunciation of 'ou'. Oh Essex, you beauty. I need to send some emails now, and I can't be arsed. But I have to, otherwise the New Testament near my printer will explode. I don't really know how that works, but it's what the voices say. That, and go to Margate. I'm looking for new voices. The End...(although not the end because my use of the ellipse is all post-modern and cool indicating the lack of finality in our decadent fin du monde culture. Or whatever.) |
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| put the fanny rag away... |
[Sep. 16th, 2005|04:18 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | pregnant | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mozart - Requiem Mass in D minor | ] |
Oh and I forgot to include the fact that I've seen about 500 Arc de Triomphes as every city in Europe seems to have one lurking about somewhere. |
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| Giving birth to swimming horses...to drown... |
[Sep. 16th, 2005|03:52 am] |
Like Staind, it's been a while. I've been rather negligent to my poor livejournal, so I'll open the floodgates now. Since I last updated, which I think was when I was in Belgrade, I've seen Tito's tomb, which made up for not seeing Lenin in Moscow, seen the largest Orthodox Church in the world, though wierdly it reminded me of a swimming pool, got the dodgiest passport stamps this side of Afghanistan (Serbia, Macedonia, Bulgaria and Romania- I'm surprised I got back into Britain), decided that Thessalonica is a hole without actually seeing it, been up the Acropolis for the hundred billionth time, found Athens' equivalent of Camden, been stupidly drunk on stupidly cheap beer in Athens' hostel and the surrounding neighbourhood, which was, pleasantly, the seediest area in the entire city, taken an horrific 35 hour set of train journeys from Athens to Bucharest, then been mugged (luckily was effectively non-violent, until the taxi driver went mad and drove off with all the doors open) by a taxi driver within half an hour of getting off the train, been interviewed by the Romanian police, discovered an intense dislike (probably baseless) of Romania and its fucking obsession with marble, sat by a toilet on the train from Budapest to Vienna because of an error made by, yes, that's right, the Romanian seat booking woman, indulged by Habsburg obsession by traipsing through the Imperial Palace in Vienna (which has more pieces of crockery than there are people), looking like an absolute scrote I might add, and also through the Habsburg family crypt, stayed in a former Bordello, discovered my love of Mucha in Prague, and my hatred of FUCKING tour groups, discovered how lovely the Polish tourist agency is, seen the beauties of Cracow and that nadir of humanity, Auschwitz, re-affirmed my love of Berlin, where I stayed next to the city's Erotik Museum, in which we discovered obese oriental blow up dolls and pregnant woman porn, marched under the Brandenburg Gate, passed through Belgium, finally been to Paris, stayed in hippy hostel there, where got horrendously drunk, seen all the touristy shit, went on atour of Montmatre with an American who had the best French accent (he pronounced EVERY letter) ever, been on a TGV, used my French GCSE to inquire about the price of water, almost died of heat and exhaustion in Barcelona, and finally collapsed in filthy respite in Mojacar for a week with the Bene't Crew, where we drank the foullest winde ever (65 cents a bottle), for a week. That might actually have bee the longest sentence I've ever written. Hah; I learnt nothing from English GCSE. So yes, Europe was fucking amazing, has given me a profound love of Eastern Europe (except Romania), inspired me to take up German next year, and severely hurt my wallet. Oh well, was worth it. Have been home since Sat, but have been working on article for student Classics journal which I stupidly said I'd do (on the evolution of Christianity under Rome, in case, even remotely, anyone cares), which I finally finished at 8pm today, with 4 hours to spare before the deadline. Feels like history a level coursework all over again. Now I'm ready to go shopping, see people and drink heavily. Although some divine intervention might be needed for my finances. Oh well. Writing on here is weird; you don't get the misspelling lines under words that you do on MS word - honestly, how can word's dictionary not recognise adiaphora, Tertullian, or Constantinian Shift? I bloody use them every day in conversation. Though that may be why no one talks to me. I actually have to sleep now or my eyes will fall out. |
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