stone the crows

oooh. stupid school. want it to be finished now, please. as of tuesday afternoon, I'll have a degree! ahaha. sort of exciting. at moment can only feel mega yearning for it to be over.

especially as tues, wed and thurs nights going to be uber fantastiche! The medics finish the written part of their finals on wednesday, so going show solidarity and get wasted with them. (any excuse, I suppose). and on thursday off to snafu for fun galore - dirty hearts clubs vs...something...can't remember name. sigh. BUT! before the djs get going, and presumably before I fall over, there will be bands that I'm totally looking forward to seeing: copy haho and dananananaykroyd. woot woot. check 'em out. don't think I've ever seen the latter, so yeah. going to be grand.

also a NEON party apparently in the works! rock on. then londonia!

then fourth year. oh, damn. shoosh for now. pretend it's not going to happen.

just back from edinburgh.

fun trip. kept falling over on the same spot up a flight of stairs. wasn't even tipsy (more's the pity), so really was just being special. properly falling over as well, not wee trips. flat on face bruised kind of falling over. whacked my face off a wooden banister - hurts like fuck. sad story.

on plus side, found some dihydrocodeine in the medicine cupboard at home. apparently it is my brother's, the saucy minx, from when he fucked his leg last summer. probably unwise to steal it. but. but. my friend wee paul once nabbed some for a headache (hangover), took two and passed out for a day or so. awwww. bless. he is quite small, though.

tra la la

not that I'm feeling sorry for myself, or anything :D

*wanders off to grumble alone*

escaped aberdeen for a week or so. supposed to be revising for ye olde viva. have yet to even unpack my journal papers :D

too busy enjoying the sun. A reasonable excuse.

Although I'm really just being lazy as hell at the moment - keep getting urges to write and/or macro. Still haven't even barely caught up on libs fic that I've missed. deeeelighted to discover dpt fic, though. might have to spend some time avoid revision and delurking around the didz fic. a worthy pursuit.

drove home alone t'other day - meant I got BLAST out whatever I wanted music wise. must have been feeling particularly twatty - spent a fair amount of albion (o the sessions, not the down in version - key change, doherty? the fuck?) shouting "swindon! SWINDON!" and sniggering. am clearly having issues at moment, as listened to it again yesterday and almost cried. jesus. talk about mood swings.

in other news:

O HAI OVERDRAFT LIMIT

o the guilt. yikes. I..er...nevermind. I've been meaning to extend the bugger for a while. It'll be fiiiiine! might phone the bank at some point. yeaaah...

in further news:

I'm going to LONDON on the 26th, and staying until the 4th of july. anyone about, then? come on lovelies, make my day! I may have entertained a small fantasy whilst sunbathing earlier in which dpt did a nice wee album release signing type thing on the 30th (does romance at short notice even come out then? I am ridiculously non clued up when it comes to these sorts of things) and I possibly plotted to take them doritos and a moustache comb. :o. sometimes I worry, deeply deeply worry about the state of my mental health.

so. off to potter around wondering about WHY I just wasted my cash on topshop.com. which will of course degenerate quickly into me just muttering "topshop. topshop. NO. HE DIDN'T GET THAT AT TOPSHOP!" to myself. oh happy times. in fact, screw it. gin time.

why are they playing devo on the f word?

and what is david blunkett doing on the recipe challenge?! book sales must be down, I suppose. jeez this is bizarre shit.

anyway, back to perving on gordon. he's so wrong...but...mmmmm...

also don't mind my rubbish recall of devo lyrics. I'm getting distracted by a steve zissou flashback. oooh pirates.

oh my goody goody gosh

*blinks*

ahaahahahahahaha carlos ilu. what the fuck was that?

anyway. yeah. so I've been awol staying up for days at a time (no joke, I'm an actual mess) writing my piss poor thesis, then handing it in late, and then jetting off to berlin where I really did some excellent, excellent things. Like getting chased down the street at 4 in the morning by a man who kept shouting "I WANT TO FUCK YOUR ARSE!" to which I could only reply "NEIN! NEIN!" and giggle. found it wonderfully funny at the time. as you do. ran for my life, though. gracious me. oh my goody goody gosh, in fact.

hahahahahahaahhahaahahahahah.

anyway. I'm off to think about where all these bruises came from (thank god for scarves, whatever would my mother say) and eat some falafel.


oh what times.

spent about seven hours on excel today. yeah, it was fucking boring, how did you guess?

i hate data. i hate those stupid spreadsheets. sigh. In some ways quite an entertaining day though. was sunlicious this morning, thus got to wander around in my leopard print cheap ass ray bans. always a treat. awww, don't look at me like i'm demented :D. fugly sunglasses suit suit my face :D

Heard an extract from cherie blair's autobiography on the radio this morning. it was fairly digusting. all about how she was shagging two other boys when she started shagging tony. also something about her once modelling for an artist? this confused me. I mean. Seriously. WTF? I don't want to be cruel, but...

god, I feel quite aggressive today. think it is excel's fault. I mean really, 7 bloody hours. I don't know. I question whether a degree is worth these levels of boredom.

aaaaaaaar. just took a gulp of tea and ended up with a mouthful of teabag. elegance in spades, an all. at least it's twinnings. a moment of calm my titties, though. that was not at all calming. just a bit digustingly ill-mannered.

yesterday I had to drive up to campus to give my choir books back. it was blazing sun, so wound the windows down and pumped the system up, as they say. Sadly for me, just as I slowed for a red light next to a crowded bus stop, good old carlos' voice comes blaring out with "I SCREAM WHEN I COME!". Ahahahahahahaahha.

what a time.

doing my thesis, thus sulking.

feel a bit odd and empty atm. it's sort of been coming on for the past few days - you know when you're just sort of on the edge, and if you gave in and curled up in a corner with some dickinson and stubbornly listened to nico over and over again (and a bit of the shins - new slang, for added emo love) then you won't be able to move again for about a week.

sadly I don't have a week, as I really really need to get this thesis done. after that, off to berlin. hmmm. so. going to have to be a machine this week and try not to think...

and stop listening to this is where the truth begins, cause really some of that sort of hurts.

aarrghhhh. I'm probably just being uber stupid. I'm just so fucked up at the moment, and I know it's all in my head.

doctor who tonight. there we go. that's something to look forward to. how deliciously pathetic. I swear tv is not my only friend...

oh goodness me. not hungover at all, which is making me feel a bit like I've pulled a fast one because really, so many doubles that I fell over in snafu. again. also got my feet cut up at dpt, but didn't notice until moved on to snafu for some electropop and suddenly realised there was blood everywhere. Recall quite brightly shouting "but it can't be my blood! I can't feel anything!"

Quite.

So. Dirty Pretty Things! was pretty immense. Okay. I think I can remember what they played, but the order is going to be off. Got confused. Well. When I say confused, I mean wasted. And some fanboys (looked about 12) nabbed the set list.

also I think the melody maker was back here? showing delightful levels of ignorance I ask you is that the one that is all sexual and scuffed up? if so, it's definitely back.

( gig )

went to primark (oh horrors) and bought that luella bartley rip off dress that EVERYONE has. But they didn't have the denim dress in my size, so it's allowed. surely. haha.

er yeah so thesis obviously didn't go to well, eh? not when you find yourself in primark of an afternoon...

might have to start taking photos of outfits a la thehighstreet - not that I lurk around judging other people's outfits, or anything. tralalala. of course not. it's damn fun, that community. ah well.

also got a belt, so my jeans hopefully won't fall down at dpt tomorrow. UNLESS I WANT THEM TO arrrrhaaahhahahaha. urgh. excuse me. ahem. I have informed my fellow dpt fan that we will be sniffing out an after party and finding gary to give him some love. also getting quite girlish urges to touch the pornstache, like bob fossil and brainbridge. I think didz would enjoy that. I mean, why grow it if you don't want fangirls to touch it? er. there is logic in there. there is. man.

also can't wait to see how tight carlos' trousers will be. almost going to be the best part of the night. I really enjoy that when I came back to stalking carl on the internet (let's be honest about it) he really hadn't aged at all (STOP STEALING FROM DORIAN GRAY CARL), but his trousers were about 3 sizes smaller than they used to be. hahaahahah. what a dude. (what a woman)

anyway. I'll have a camera. I've been ought buying spare batteries. I'm going to wear sensible shoes and fight my way to the front. If that fails, I have a tall friend. Thus. You knows it. There will be photos. and if I can remember how photobucket works, they'll be on here faster than you can say "oh christ. oh god. why am i still wearing my shoes. where are my clothes. my head hurts. i need water. is it afternoon already? have I missed fraiser?"

For now, still having a fight with demirag and his shitty animal models. poor fucken' bunnies. research blows sometimes.

sort of avoiding my thesis introduction. tra. la.la.

and I don't know why I'm stressing solely on the intro today, when you know things like methodsresultsdiscussionFUCKEN'REFERENCESetcetc are non-existent.

don't panic, don't panic!


right. intro? yeah. really ought to. this of course means that I must look up collagen scaffolds and fucken' inflammatory mediator scaffolds because I accidentally lost a few of my earlier references. nonces. o hai pubmed. yeah. think will go there. athens gateway so cumbersome. at least I still have demirag! oooh demirag. what a dude. without him no one would ever have come up with my project. what a twat. why did he bother. ruining my day.

and on that note...