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Fuck it. (But not quite.)

EDIT: All these bad feelings have dissipated as I have had human contact, now I’m cheerful again. Please ignore. Or read for the lulz.

Fuck the fact that my stomach sticks out as far as my breasts, and this either mean I have a really fat stomach or really tiny breasts OR BOTH.

Fuck this essay that’s still not finished and its many, many footnotes crying out for attention.

Fuck the children who SCREAM on buses (not literally, that would be disgusting), and fuck the parents who don’t do anything about it (again, not literally, because then they’d give birth to more foul spawn).

Fuck the trip into town where I have to swap part of my brother’s Christmas present because he neglected to tell me he’d got it a week ago for no reason at all.

Fuck my bank account, it’s empty and needs filling with something.

Fuck the lack of overdraft, which doesn’t exist because having one wouldn’t make me responsible about money. Fuck it, I’m not reponsible in any capacity.

Fuck everybody except Tom Waits.

Filler post is fun.

LOL:

Lord Bill Ptolemy Pythagoras (and Non-Lizard Mother):
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Also I have a face of an otter in disgrace. I have an essay due in next week ARGH. And that, that is all.

Resolutions

– I want a first. I want a first so badly it physically hurts. And this I shall achieve by reading and rereading set texts, and getting my derriere to the library as often as possible to do some actual book-based research instead of relying on the internet (bad idea) for essay fodder; I shall do all work when it is set. This I fervently promise.

– I will find a new hobby and throw myself into it. I am very nearly sort of considering dancing. Yeah I know. Except, I really want to be able to dance. Failing that, to siiiiiiing like a skylark!

The Rocky Horror Show is coming to Brighton next month. I want to recruit people and go dressed up, which isn’t out of the ordinary, but is a requirement. Dibs on Magenta. I has the hair!

This is what my reading list looks like at the moment; things in bold are things I’m reading/rereading now, things with lines through are obviously the ones I’ve already read. Doing…OK, I suppose.

Twelfth Night (1601)

A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1595/6)

Coriolanus (1608)

Henry IV, Parts 1 (1596/7) and 2 (1598)

Othello (1603/4)

King Lear (1605)

Cymbeline (1609/10)

The Tempest (1611)

Aphra Behn, Oroonoko

Madame de Lafayette, The Princesse of Clèves

Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe

J. W. Goethe, The Sorrows of the Young Werther

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations – yeah, I finally finished it! Nearly cried. It was awkward.

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man n.b. I like to think I have an advantage with this one, since I’ve been given a lecture on the book by the lady who wrote the accompanying notes, Jeri Johnson. Not only is she very intelligent, she is extremely funny. Incidentally, I once mentioned this to a weirdo I was debating the merits of Critical Thinking with on the internet, and said weirdo said not to name-drop. a) I shall name-drop as much as I wish and b) I MET JERI JOHNSON, BITCH. One-nil to ME. Ahem.

Marcel Proust, The Way by Swann’s [Vol. 1 of In Search of Lost Time]

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my friend and housemate Rachel for today. She is elderly because she is no longer a teenager, and as such the occasion needs to be marked with wine. And spirits.

Both high and liquid 😉