stone the crows

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...

Acquainted with the Night
Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

oh dear god, the internet still exists!

*pokes head blearily up into interweb*

er. it's been a while. I don't quite understand what happened. I blame reality. it blows. and the housing market. that also blows. I may have gotten lost in topshop for about two years. that was sort of magnificent, but on reflection probably also blows.

jesus. well. I can't even remember how I drifted away. gosh, this might get reflective. I was having Troubles with a capital fucking T. Spent evenings listening to sigor ros and crying. that sort of thing. I sort of rediscovered nico t'other month and realised that it made me cry too, and I blame fucking medicine, and flat mates, and the housing market, and reality and topshop. in a love/hate way.

anyway, cheery times, cheery times. as rabbit says in the animals of you all know the wood ah let us bask in those days: "DON'T PANIC, DON'T PANIC!"

I may currently have that scrawled across the top of my lab book. not that I'm panicking at all. Also just realised I seem to have lost the ability to use capital letters a fair amount. Ah well, do not judge me. I'm a mess.

In better news, I have been lured back to the interwebs by that fantastic piece of (wo)man meat. You know the one. Barat. Carlos. and other generally girlicious names. I've had a great deal of fucking about to do this term, and I think instinct sort of kicked in and I ended up staring at these craaaazy (fucking brilliant) things called macros (always make me think of either metaphysics or cheese, them). And jesus, what a time.

But yeah. Hold on. I don't know that I had a point. Er. oh yeah, well, basically, I love the internet. I love livejournal. I'm dreadfully dreadfully sorry for not keeping in touch with all the lovely people I used to know on here. Don't worry/be very afraid - I'd very much like to speak to you all again. Feel a bit presumptuous really. But yeah. Hi, guys. Alright? muchos love.

So what the fuck have I been doing? God this is quite cathartic. Might make a list. Fucken' heart the shit out of lists.

1. aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh no say it ain't so! a fucken' intercalated BSc Med Sci? What the shit possessed you?

exactly. Exactly. Yes. Well. Here I stand, head in hand, scurrying about getting slightly in the way, beating up a load of enzymes and cytokines all in the name of SCIENCE. It's really quite magical, except the nature of my project was such that I had FUCK ALL to do for about 17 weeks - and you know how sometimes that's quite nice? this time it just felt all wrong and I stopped sleeping etc moan moan sad story. anyway. Yeah. so. Last three weeks are busy busy busy. Thesis due in a week on monday. Not written yet, as such. yeah. I feel the fear.

2. come closer come closer come closer come closer

omg dpt. I never really listened to them before, but bought tickets on a whim - let's face it, carlos up close is not something to say no to. and for fifteen squids? bargin. well, now I can't stop listening to b.u.r.m.a. because it's gorgeous and glorious and alright alright. I possibly still prefer most of legs 11 to anything carl'n'pete'n'john'n'mr. razzcocks? that right? have ever done (this is a lie. up the bracket all the way, dudes). but yeah. new dpt stuff sounds lovely. and i can't stop listening to this is where the truth begins. waaaah aaah aaaaoowwwwww. and all that jazz.

I'm sure I had something else to say there. meh. probably not.

3. Do you know, I think that's bloody well about it. So basically, I hated medicine, but worked damn hard at it (sort of, I mean I almost failed some third year exams because I couldn't stop reading war poetry and then crying but really enough of that). And didn't do anything else. Except an extra degree. sort of. Will have finished that completely in about 4 weeks. Fucken' hell. I'll get a life one of these days, damnit.

and with that in mind, i'm off to watch how to look good naked. if it's on. is it on? who knows. I'm still shaking in fear from that episode where gok dementedly shrieked "DING DONG, I THINK I'VE TURNED."

what a dude.

O M G, O M G!

Urrggh! I've been terribly lax in updating. But aha! an excuse! I was in Paphos, sunbathing. Also watching sky news a lot (it was the only english channel I could get my dirty, tv whoring hands on), thus getting very nervous about le middle east. Also, was rather disappointed when sky's 'Jeremy' let a woman from the Syrian government rant rant rant without delivering the smackdown. Channel 4's 'the snow' would have eaten her for seven o'clock supper. Not that I am crazy pro-Isreal, I'd like to point out. I'm a little bit on the other side. Not that I'm entirely sure what the other side is these days. Fuck 'em, I'm on the people's side! Yeah!

Also I read a lovely article on tea parties with terrorists in the times aaaages ago, and apparently Hezbollah cook like gentlemen. Just thought I'd say.

Hey, I've watched 4 episodes of the west wing this morning. What a waste of my life. But ommmmggg is anyone still watching the west wing? I very recently returned to the fold, having bailed somewhere in season 3, and oh lord! Josh and Donna! They are having the sex! It is like all of my teenage yearnings over the UST come true! Obviously I would have liked to see Josh have Sam a little first, but you know. I can deal with Josh just getting some Donna love. It makes me feel better about the world.

What else has happened?


OOooooh yes!!! stjarna1984 ta v. much for the letter!!! It was lovely to have post when I got back from the airport, and in that spirit I will have a return letter ready to go sooon! I was going to write an email, but fucken' hell everyone loves letters, right? hurrah!

Going to Edinburgh tomorrow, and again on Saturday. Both visits will involve dancing and alcohol. But I stubbed my toe like an absolute wank fucker yesterday (walked into a suitcase. I know...) and it still hurts, so no heels for mini c. The disappointment. my friends all tower above me. sigh. And I already had my chosen heels matched up with my outfit. because I am a little bit sad like that. Deary me...

Going to Manchester after that avec ma mere to visit good old granny. Granny is a bit racist, sigh. And when I say a bit... and I don't like to excuse her because she is ancient and set it her ways, etc etc. But. Oh sigh. I think she voted bnp. she'd probably disown me if she knew I voted labour. never mind...

anyway I have to run. I need to write some cric fic before I die, and there is an exercise bike cunningly positioned in front of the television with my name on it. Yesterday I did 42km in my set hour, and today I will try and bust my ass a bit more. Yeah, fuck yeah!

So I better get dressed for that. Sigh. The effort...

p.s. NEIGHBOUUUUUURRRRRSSSS!! SHOULD BE THERE FOR ONE ANOTHER!!!!!!!!!! YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I love it. I love it so so much. Oh lord I love it.

Von! Von! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! CARD IN POST!!!!!!!!!!!!! Possibly going to be late. Oh woe. Anyway......



But why take Lennon off?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! He's doing well!!?!?!!?!?

oh, before i get distracted....Von!!!! May I have your address for birthday card sendage s'il vous plait? :D

Richard in big brother is so annoying. I keep hoping that he'll drop dead. A bit like Daphne in Eggheads.

Oh I am so tired. This is probably going to be an awfully boring entry because I blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Bed, please. At home now. Needed to come home to see Cunningham, who's off to India tomorrow for 12 weeks. misssssssssss heeeeerrrrrrrrrrr.

Race for life was great! Got a medal! Made everything shiny and fun! Then I tarted up (skinny jeans are quite good fun, aren't they? esp. as i have an arse and a half. haha!) and went to a park with a bottle of sancerre that I have been hoarding for a good day. Got pissed. Very drunk. Had to climb over a wall. Very confusing. Don't remember it very well. Then went out. Again, rather confusing. Had dolly deads in hair? Got a bit of abuse for that ...that is, drunkards trying to eat my head. waaah.

home now. missing drinks tonight in stonehaven. displeased. but too tired to move past monosyllables, so probably for the best.

WHERE HAS NEIGHBOURS GONE? I like wimbledon as much as the next person (strawberries and cream, goran ivanisavic (spelling?! Ha), stoning cliff richard), but where the FUCK HAS NEIGHBOURS GONE?!?!?! my summer is over, it's over.

Caroline logs on with a snuffly sigh. This time last week she was enjoying the biggest panic of her short and boring life. Now she is free from exams, lazy, and ready for some SUMMER

Hello.

I have sunburnt legs. mmmmff. Also it is cloudy this weekend. So.

Well, obviously I have been saving up a few weeks worth of fun to share with you all. Errr. Welll....

Okay....let's think...what have I been up to?

Oh, yeah. EXAMS!!! Well, they were dreadful, but aren't they always? The matching questions were distinctly dodgy. Mainly because it was 79 questions in 60 minutes, thus no time at all to check over anything. Garrr. And in the main exam I forgot a drug name. Bastards. Guessed. Was wrong. Misery. If I'd reasoned it out I prolly could have worked it out. But I didn't. Oh well!

So this week I've basically been lying about and cleaning the hoose. It's been lovely lovely weather, and I've been holiday-skinning to the max. Huzzah! Had a pimms picnic. Mmmmm with quiche and strawberries and cream. Felt close to 30, but what the heck.

Bankrupted self buying pimms. Then went on topshop website. Now my phone bill check may bounce, but at least I have glorious espadrilles. Haha!

Neighbours was so boy-shaggy last week. Connor and Stuart are the love. Cuddles ahoy!

Right. Better be off. Have been taking breakfast in bed because I am a lady of leisure these days, but I need to go to primark today for cheap cheap running shorts. the weather means that my trackies now kill me. Mmmmm...running. race for life a week tomorrow. Should be funny.

OH NO OH NO!!!

Mummy's going to be here in oooh 4 hours and I haven't even started packing yet...and oooh hoovering! and oh no, revision? And oh no, need to eat, and course evaluation, and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh need to email loads of people

urgh.

can't wait to see my cat, mind :D

AND HELL YES I'LL HAVE SKY AT HOME!!!!! SKY I TELL THEE SKY!!!!!!

from the guardian OBO:

"The Sky commentary team are debating the idiosyncrasies of our favourite, Matthew Hoggard, who you may have noticed has the initials "SSWTB" written on his arm-guard. After proffering the suggestion "Silly sod, watch the ball", David Gower has been given a warning for foul language."

Obvious. SEXY SIMON WANTS TO BUM (ME)

any other suggestions? Mwahaha. Lordy, haven't even checked the score yest. Sharing about Hoggy and Si seemed more pressing.