stone the crows

yeeeaaaah...I feel it in the aaaaiiiirrrrrrrr

Sat, 14 Jun 2008 21:56:24 GMT

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.

oh my face

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 18:53:19 GMT

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*

2 many t shirts

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 19:37:40 GMT

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.

runaway son of the nuclear a bomb!

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 20:48:48 GMT

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

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 18:33:30 GMT

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.

Tue, 20 May 2008 18:08:47 GMT

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.

Sat, 17 May 2008 11:32:39 GMT

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...

Fri, 16 May 2008 12:33:31 GMT

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.

Buzzards and Crows
Hippy's Son
Wondering
Doctors and Dealers
Tired of England

er...yeah, I'm pretty sure on that order, but I was all sweaty and crushed and yeah pissed. Then:

Last of the Small Town Playboys, Chinese Dogs, You Fucking Love It, Deadwood, Gin and Milk, The Gentry Cove, The Enemy, Plastik (fucken' k, right?) Hearts

Then they fucked off for a bit. I'm suspicious that this was a fag break. Stan came back on with a half-smoked cigarette, and as he, Carlos and Didz huddled before beginning, Stan caught Carl's eye and took a massive, exaggerated drag on it. Carl made the most delightful "ooooooooooh!" face back at him and rolled his eyes a bit, which caused much hilarity. That Carl didn't, you know, steal the thing off Stan suggests that he'd already had his nicotine hit? o timores o mores

Anyway, so then (and I do remember the order here! hahah):

This is Where the Truth Begins
B.U.R.M.A.
Bang Bang

So yeah. No Come Closer, the bastards.

Other Deliriously Great Moments:

1. Stan and Didz doing some old school oh-i'm-sorry-did-i-just-rape-your-mouth-don't-worry-no-one-will-notice-we're-singing mic sharing. As it were.

2. During the intro to The Enemy, Stan kissed Didz' cheek and then hoofed it to the other side of the stage looking quite pleased with himself.

4. Didz bit Stan's arm. Quite violently. Properly bent over and sank his teeth into the poor boy. I enjoyed it. Can't remember at what point this happened. They bite, this band.

3. Swear to god, Didz did not close his mouth ONCE. At all.

Conclusion: what gays. I loved it.

Right. Yeah, I've never seen dpt live before, so don't have much to judge them by. As a first timer, I thought it was a blinder of a gig. They sounded fucken' fantastic - who the shit produced Tired of England? It's obscene how much better it sounded live. Had, like, a tune. Hippy's Son was AMAZING. I downloaded the free copy t'other day and spent quite a while shaking in fear/amusement/no really fear, but yeah. it's hilariously great. Hadn't properly heard Buzzards and Crows before, could hardly make out any of the words, but again, it just sounded really good. Plastic Hearts and Truth were slightly different to the versions I've got on le ipod - think it was arrangement rather than words. Well, apart from no "Tell me!" from Stan in the former. Barse. I love that tell me.

Didn't get much chat from the boys. Just a bit of "hi Aberdeen. It's hot." Tell me about it, stud. It was unbelievably hot, I tell thee. Sort of an endurance test of a gig. I started the night with straight hair and eye liner in the eye region. Ended it looking like I'd taken a dip in some sort of fan-boy filled pond. Carl, the kill joy, declined to take all of his clothes off despite looking the same. He did take off his hilarious leather no sleeves thing. But that was all. Sigh.

Also: Carl's jeans were baggy?!?! what the shit? Doesn't he have tiny, tiny legs, though? bless him. His built-up shoes...hahahahahahahahahahaah. But dear god he's an attractive motherlicker. hair looked glorious for the five minutes before moshulu turned into a sauna.

So photaes. Would you credit it, cameras were BANNED? I mean, dude, I bought batteries. I can't afford apples, but I bought batteries. grim. The bouncer on the door let me keep mine on me, but made me promise not to take any pictures. As if. Most people were taking sneaky pictures on their phones, but my phone is seriously rubbish. Thus. I'm afraid I played it safe and waited until the last song - figured if they tried to chuck me out, I would get to reply: "NOT BEFORE I LEAVE ANYWAY! AHAHA!" So, bear in mind when viewing these that I was attempting (whilst wasted) to be surreptitious, and that the smoke machine was on. And that the gig was pretty much over. And that a load of crowd surfers were kicking me in the head. Hopes sufficiently quashed?

fucken' smoke machine. anyway. remembered through a haze of sweat that camera does in fact zoom in:

too close, too close!

anyway:

Carlos! not his most attractive side. But on the plus side, look at all those fanboys. haha. and yeah. might have sort of seized his hair. and potentially squeezed his fingers a bit. came over all grabby fangirl. am ashamed. And when I say 'seized his hair' what I really mean is 'ran fingers through with great reverence'. As you do.

gaaarrry! aaah he's great. and fucken' ripped.

Stan makes off with Carl's Jameson's. He treated the many bottles of water laid out on the stage with supreme disinterest and necked that all night instead. what a dude.

Don't really have any pictures of Didz. Sad. Have one he's staggering about but you can't really see him, and one of him and stan crouching at the front but jeez it's blurred as hell and makes me feel incredibly sick. maybe I have a hangover after all...

Out of the sweat pit:

oh my bob. anyway, nothing a bit of powder can't fix!

also nabbed Carl's guitar pic. he tried to throw it into the crowd, but being the sportsman that he is only got it as far as the barrier. managed to squeeze a hand under. jesus. went quite far, there. in my defence, I was a bit tipsy.

now. let's see if I can remember how to do lj cuts. because this really is a MASSIVE ramble of ungodly proportions. hurrah.

also apologies for mahussive photos. tried to crop 'em in photobucket but was incapable? I must have been pressing the wrong save button or summat. am just an idiot. ah well. such is life.

oh oops

Wed, 14 May 2008 19:13:25 GMT

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.

matrix metalloproteinases. my bitches.

Wed, 14 May 2008 14:06:05 GMT

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...

Tue, 13 May 2008 22:39:48 GMT

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.

eh?

Tue, 13 May 2008 19:13:58 GMT

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.

aaaaaaaaaaah!!

Tue, 25 Jul 2006 12:15:25 GMT

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.

Sat, 01 Jul 2006 17:26:43 GMT

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

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

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 20:31:42 GMT

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.

Sat, 17 Jun 2006 08:56:04 GMT

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.

Wed, 31 May 2006 11:38:27 GMT

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!!!!!!

Fri, 26 May 2006 12:47:07 GMT

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.

Wed, 24 May 2006 11:50:37 GMT

Oh no, I'm at the stage in the revision cycle where listening to fucking feeder is making me cry. That's so terrible, and I apologise for inflicting that info onto people. Sorry, chaps.

Well. This might cheer me up :D nicked from everyone else

1. Where were you 1 hour ago?
Walking from the medical school to Sainburys, huzzah.

2. Who will be your next kiss?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA that's a pertinent question. Well. I don't know. I am in fact plagued by that question. I mean, I think the boy I pulled last saturday thinks that we are together, which is a bit silly really because I haven't seen him since and was too drunk to see at the time (oh I come across as such a whore...I promise I'm not!), but he keeps on texting me...but I think his friend looks like Michael Clarke...so...er...might wait until boy 1 goes on tour and then attempt boy 2. Haha.

3. What is the largest amount of money you spent in one store?
Does Amazon count? In fact, maybe topshop.co.uk should count.

4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
my highlighter, my piggy bank, and my george pencil case. Rock on. Also fuck loads more.

5. When is the last time you went to the mall?
urgh, I went shopping in london with my dad at the end of march, maybe?

6. Are you wearing socks right now?
Yes. Yellow and glitter stripes, to be precise.

8. When was the last time you drove out of town?
Sometime before 17th April when I had the car at home.

9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
no, sigh.

11. What was the last thing you had to drink?
a pint of water? before that, a big ass coffee.

12. What are you wearing right now?
jeans and a polo shirt

13. Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it?
haha car wash. Or my brother.

14. Last fast food you ate?
A pot of chocolate, because I can afford to eat again!!!! Mummy sent me cash in the post. I feel so low.

15. Where were you last week at this time?
I was running 4km as fast as I could in a hilly park. So not very fast then.

16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
well, I bought a blouse and a mini skirt two weeks ago.

17. When is the last time you ran?
Last Wednesday, properly. Usually do 5km every week, but last week I died and slept for about 20 hours after doing 4, and I've got shit loads of revision to do so I thought I'd skive it today.

18. What's the last sporting event you watched?
Asenal vs Barca? But I was asleep for most of it.

19. What is your favorite class?
fuck off, I hate school. Okay. Respiratory was good fun, because Dr. D is hawt. I suppose if wards counts as a class then I love wards with Laing on Friday mornings.

20. Your dream vacation?
Anyway. Please take me away...

21. Last person's house you were in?
Jenny and Alison's.

22. How old are your parents?
haha couldn't possibly say.

23. Are you in love?
lord no.

24. Do u miss anyone?
Yesssssss

25. Last play you saw?
God. Last play? Er Hamlet at the Old Vic many moons ago, with Ben Wishaw. Last musical was Jerry Springer the opera. It was great.

27. What are your plans for tonight?
Revise, consider dying, revise, watch big brother, revise. Go to bed listening to the lark ascending. fuck I have a good life.

28. Who is the last person you sent a message to on LJ?
clara? I think

30. Ever go to camp?
Does duke of edinburgh count? No? Well, I went to a summer week thing for the national youth strings orchestra, which was funny as I couldn't actually play the violin.

31. Were you an honor roll student in school?
I don't think we played that game.

32. What do you want to know about the future?
I'd like to know whether my neck lumps are going to kill me, but only because if they are I'm going to piss out of medical school as go and play in the surf somewhere.

33. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?
ralph lauren romance

34. Are you hungry?
nah. but I'm going to have crumpets and tea in a minute anyway.

35. Where is your best friend located?
cambridge, I'd say.

36. Who is your best friend?
The Ham. But then The Cat. And then The Robbie. And Dave and Ally. And Flexi. Oh well.

37. Do you have a tan?
hahahaha. I'm a pellywally it hurts.

38. How old do you want to be when you have kids?
26 and up.

39. Do you collect anything?
lecture notes?

41. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?
good lord. Well a police shouted at me for walking across a field at t in the park when I was 12, but I've been good since then.

42. Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?
Yes?

44 Do you like hot sauce?
I think korma's hot.

45. Last time you took a shower?
7.15am today

46. Do you need to do laundry?
a white wash right now

47. What is your heritage?
English

48. Are you someone's best friend?
bloody hope so, the twats.

49. What's the weather like?
well, It was v. sunny, but it's just started to rain. So I'm going to put a jumper on.

50. What do you think of the person who took this.
She's great, and I wish I lived in sussex

Fri, 19 May 2006 18:37:48 GMT

I've spent like the last month trying to work out why one of my cervical lymph nodes is up and growing, then on sunday (in a grossly hungover state) I found another one starting to bulge on't other side of my neck. Displeased.

Differentials...well, chronic infections (if I have glandular fever I will kill myself from shame and then have to phone up that nice young lad of saturday night and apologise), cysts (though they're not glow in the dark, Cat and I got out the pen torches about 2 weeks ago ha ha!), fibrosed lymph nodes (?) or, er, a big fat cancer. So. If I die, don't be too devastated. Also I'd like to say that I am a huge hypochondriac (I don't think studying medicine helps in this respect) and there's probably fuck all wrong with me. But I'm going to see a doctor, just in case... ha!

Well, onto less morbid subjects. Oh Lordy. Can't believe the shame of saturday night. I've really never been told to get a room before. That sort of sums it up, really. I must have been v. v. v. v. v. drunk. Caroline says I was slurring when I got home. And then I hit my head quite hard. I had the shakes for most of sunday. Goddamnit. I hate it when that happens!

EXAMS IN LIKE 3 WEEKS OMFG. GOOD LORD!!! THIS WILL SURELY KILL ME! But, as the mountains goats say, I am going to make it through this year if it kills me!

Great. Well. I might go and listen to the Lark Ascending and think about Green Wing. Or maybe some Cat Power? Yes indeed. Cat Power, diabetes revision and a little bit of the world service before fucken' big brother (it looks like it's going to be dreadful this year) and GREEN WING. Oh Dr. Mac....

Wed, 03 May 2006 18:50:47 GMT

I am watching a spider (which is outside, I'd like to note) thus feeling v. Robert the Bruce. Only my cave is nicer than his was. Heating, and all that.

Also Larkin and Heaney within grabbing distance. R the B had none of that, did he? waaanker.

I should really be doing work. I'm about a day and a half behind on my revision schedule. I think I might do a Eugene tomorrow and stay in the library well past bed time. But then again I really don't want to be dragging myself home from the hospital on my own so late. Bastards.

What's all this about Blair-o and the kabbalah? as if catholicism wasn't enough. Bloody hell, if he's going to fucking well get spiritual I might vote Lib Dem next time.

Well. Apologies to any spiritual people on yonder flist. But, you know. I'm feeling a bit out of sorts that is to say violently anti-world thus. Mmmmmmmmm.

Think I've sorted my poetry comp. entry out.

Went to the tunnels again on monday. Tried to do the rum avec the cat. Think I've lost my mind. Good times though. I have new appreciation for the writing of the Silver Jews.

Anyway, before this epileptic computer crashes...

Mon, 01 May 2006 11:03:45 GMT

Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and than pass out letters to those who want to play along.

bickie26 gave me D :D

1. Devereux - my favourite lecturer. Made me want to be a respiratory physician, and kept me awake. Also I want to bed him (despite his lack of chin/bulbous neck) - he is the sex
2. Deerhoof - Scream Team is my favourite song atm
3. degree - what i'm damn uptight about getting
4. doctor - what i want be. sort of. then there are those times where i really wish i were a keeper on animal park.
5. doubt - because i'm a little bit paranoid these days
6. dr. mac - mmmm, I want his children. Green Wing is keeping me sane (sort of)
7. Donne - John Donne. his poetry is amaaaazing. He's the sort of poet where you want to learn everything he's written by heart so that you can make traffic jams the best places to be in the world.
8. Dollar - speaking of best places to be...haha not, but then again my cat lives there. Oh George!
9. diet - yes, i admit it, i'm one of those food obsessed people and i don't think I've been thin since I was about eleven. Maybe younger. Yeah, younger. So not just diet, also dysmorphic
10. death - if anyone questions how we died, tell them it's because our fathers lied. ooooooooooooooooooooh war poetry. death death death trench foot. i love kipling. and ivor gurney. also siegfried sassoon.

the end

:D

Sat, 29 Apr 2006 20:04:20 GMT

oooh I am tired! was out last night - wild times! we went to Tunnels for the sister resist club night, which was good fun. hurrah triptych festival!

Wards were amazing last week. I really like the infection ward. I think I'm really very shit at OSCEs etc but my history taking is loads better than it was. Yaaaaasssss.

I really have nothing to say. Well, other than the usual faff re: lectures moan moan moan too much work to do, obviously not doing any (but I can't be arsed - I only went to bed at 5am), but moan moan moan.

oooooooh excellent: GREEN WING!!! Did anyone watch it? The tension, then the aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh squealing and then the nooooooooooooo, and then even more nooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Yes. That is how I would sum that up, then. Egads.

I'm going to have to start researching epidemiology of HIV/AIDS soon. Don't know why I volunteered to do a presentation; I'm shite at public speaking. And I shake like nobody's business. Cat thinks I have a chorea style writhe. Charming.

Going running on Monday, out into the countryside. Should be amazing..........ly deadly. Huzzah.

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 23:35:27 GMT

I can't believe it is this late and I am going to bed in about 10 seconds, but I just wanted to moan about how bloody faffy the ruddy poetry prize is.

Poem written. Check. But now...

"It must be submitted in printed or typewritten form, and must bear a motto but nothing else. It must be accompanied by a sealed envelope bearing the same motto, and containing the candidate’s name and address. Both entry and sealed envelope must then be placed in a further sealed envelope and addressed as “Calder Prize Entry”."

But I don't think I own any envelopes, and I am loathe to buy them. Also, what is this motto schtick? ALLLLISTAIR, YOU ARTS STUDENT, WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

Also don't know which poem to enter. And also where to put entry once have ponced up the motto and stuck in inside envelopes galore.
Also:

(I totally gave up on HTML. Can't be arsed anyway)

http://www.youtube.com/v/zxkAjkwi_Hc

OH THE GREEN WING LOVE! MAC MAC MAC AND TAKE THAT! It's all my dreams come true

That is all.

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 14:22:27 GMT

I am in love with Green Wing. Possibly pathologically in love with Green Wing. It is the love.

I want to marry Dr. Mac. He is dreamy.

I am also pathologically tired atm. Yesterday I took to my bed as soon as Neighbours finished.

That is all.

Back to brain tumours. Just spent an hour on space-occupying lesions and raised intracranial pressure. Think that, at some point, I might need to check out some neuroanatomy. Cripes.