Tag Archive: Magenta


Spam comments can suck my invisible cock, they’re fucking annoying and, if you’re going to post them, kindly contract something nasty and wheeze yourself to death. Thank you.

Lots of baby pictures have been appearing on the old Facebook feed of late. Dear new parent(s), your brats are hideous and squishy. They would be quite nice on toast, I expect, but other than that they’re uglier than Brundlefly and twice as productive in the vomit sector. Therefore, kindly stop assailing my eyes with photographic evidence of your active genitalia.

My life is being wasted thus. It’s driving me to distraction. I am in love with those little pink blocks that symbolise all my frustration and hatred.

I’m not doing Italian as an elective anymore, YEEHAW! It was really starting to bore me. Too much grammar and, even after a year of doing it, the sparse Italian I can speak was learned from phrasebooks and the internet, and not the course itself. Someone needs to address the way we approach and teach languages in this country – it’s a failed system. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: no wonder Europe hates us. We’re a lazy single-language island of fail.

Instead, I’m looking at operas and film scores. And next term, CHARLES I YAAAAY. Though not as hot as his son, and shorter than even me, Charles I is still groovy. “In spite of his intelligence and cultivation, Charles was curiously inept in his contacts with human beings. Socially, he was tactless and diffident, and his manner was not helped by his stutter and thick Scottish accent, while in public he was seldom able to make a happy impression.” Bless him. Awkward Scots for the win.

Heeeeee. :3

My corset came, it makes me thin, I am so happy.

The five pounds of weight I thought I gained were actually errors by my scale, and I have in fact lost an extra pound rather than gained anything during the time I’ve been here. Still considering joining the gym. Still agonising over the cost and whether I’d actually go or not. Pole dancing starts soon. I am excited.

I have a Magenta costume. I qualify as being cool.

My seminar groups and teachers are all good, with intelligent people rather than idiots who think they know it all but actually don’t. Huzzah.

I have a four-day weekend. Even bigger huzzah.

So – I have an obscenely high number of views. Wow. Hello new readers. I love you, old readers, some probably more than others, but still, I love you. Thank you all for reading. You make my ego rotund and bouncy.

Some silly person authorised my student loan, and naturally I have just returned from a hideous spending spree. I am justified in this because, even after deducting rent and necessary expenses, I still have a LOT of money left for frivolity.

Sit ye down and allow me to explain what I just frittered away money upon:

– A pair of boots. I KNOW, another freaking pair of freaking boots. But these ones are knee-high and lace up at the front and I am very in love with them, almost more in love than I am with you, readers.

– DVDS. Namely Twelfth Night (with Helena Bonham Carter, yay!) and The Taming of the Shrew with the woman-I-would-quite-like-to-look-like, Elizabeth Taylor. I almost purchased Michael Collins for the Alan Rickman goodness but restrained myself.

– A board game.
Not just any board game.
Destination Hogwarts, no less! Apparently you have to try and not get expelled. Bellatrix and Snape are on the box. That is why I bought the game. Largely.

– THEATRE TICKETS FOR Rocky Horror AND YES I’M GOING DRESSED UP. Magenta ftw. Also I have reached the conclusion that Patricia Quinn and Eleanor Audley sound astonishingly similar.

So…I am still in need of a job, both for the money and the time-filling effect it will have, since I barely have any class hours this term. Come on, economy. Embrace me. I AM USEFUL.

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 😉