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eh?
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.
*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.
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