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a singer in the park, walker in the rain, dancer in the dark
Below are the 14 most recent journal entries.
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2008.06.14 16.33
I Saw You
"Location: Glasgow You had a head with hair on it and you were walking on the pavement using your feet - you had two of them.
Please get in touch."
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2008.04.17 00.39
I'm blardy sick of shakespeare
Everything has to be turned into an innuendo.
It's like reading a transcript of conversations with creepy uncles.
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2007.08.18 14.38
My Poor HEAD
My poor poor head.
It's been having a bit of a tough time recently. First of all, the other day I was trying to extract ice from an ice tray when suddenly I was on the floor, holding my forehead in a dramatic fashion, in extreme agony. I was screaming and crying - somehow the tray had snapped in half and i was hit in the face with either plastic or fast flying chunks of ice and it was painful. Eventually after i stemmed the flow of blood down my face and was able to actually see again I found it really really funny after I muttered to myself 'better put some ice on it'. OH THE HILARITY.
Later that day I got a haircut and it was a bad idea. It makes me look like a bowling ball with a penchant for performing 80s power rock ballads. A scary, round mullet. Everybody else seems to like it though, I think. I was worried on Thursday night because it was the day I'd gotten it done an I was working my magic at the doors of the 13th Note, so EVERYBODY going to see the bands that night was going to see it. I noticed while meandering around some guy in a red T-shirt had some little smirk on his face every time he passed me, which made me very paranoid that he was laughing at my stupid hair. I was talking to my mate dave at the end of the gig, laughing about it, talking about how we should drill 3 holes into my head so i'd be a better ball and said man in a t-shirt approached me to say:
"excuse me, I just wanted to tell you; as a result of a bet with my wife, after being here all night and seeing everyone at the gig... [my thoughts: has mistaken me for some chick in some band or thinks i'm in drag] ...we just thought you'd like to know we've decided you're the most beautiful girl in the bar"
So i gushed and awwed and thanked him, before enquiring suspiciously if they were swingers. It was quite funny because it ended up with everyone bastardising that Prince song into 'could you be? the most beautiful girl in the world downstairs-bar-of-the-13th-note-on-a-largely-male-populated-gig-on-a-thursday-night?'
Although, i may have dreamt all of this and in fact I'm still shaking profusely in a pool of my own blood on my kitchen floor with ice cubes scattered all around me in a deep concussion which has gone unnoticed.
Someone please ring me and make sure i'm ok, i'm worried.
Music: california snow story
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2007.03.24 16.46
I've just spent 15 minutes trawling myspace for songs off ballads of the book instead of going to the other room and just putting on the album.
THAT'S laziness.

HE'S ALIVE!
I feel pure shite.
Mood: nauseated
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2007.03.09 17.55
I fucking hate Glagow Uni sometimes
| | Can the rude tarts in wilt please start using up the chairs in the middle of each row instead of just using the seats at the end? I arrived late after a tutorial on Tuesday and nobody took the initiative to move along to make way for all the people who ended up scattered along the stair. In fact, most people just rudely blanked everyone who was wanting a seat. It's very off putting for those amongst us who've only just meandered over from the kelvin building. It's a scary transition to make and you should really do all you can to welcome us kelvin refugees.
If it still remains too difficult then i'll be put off going to lectures altogether, will fail my degree and leech off the state for the rest of my life JUST to annoy you by making sure your taxes are nice and high for the rest of your working life.
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| | SO wise and concise Miss Doherty! As a fellow evacuee I feel that the way we were treated was simply unacceptable. The eventualities you foretell will no doubt occur, however i feel that to let such ignorant fools ruin our degrees/lives would be against my principles. Instead I propose that we sigh loudly, and failing that, shout MOVE! at them. OR, they could all be sent off to a finishing school in Switzerland in order to learn appropriate scholarly etiquette. HEATHENS. |
| | Or you could, you know, quietly and politely ask people to move along, or try and get to lectures earlier, those methods may work too.
Seriously, it's not as if it's a big deal, I can't beleive that there is a disscussion on moodle about something so petty, especially in refernce to your comments about it being a Kelvin/WILT divide.
I was in Kelvin and in fact I was sitting on a row on Tuesday with three seats to the left of me empty, but before I had a chance to move up, or catch the eye of the person who was looking at said seats to offer to move along, they'd already sat down on the steps.
It's not a hostile subject and this enitre thread is slightly ridiculous. |
| | Well, I did ask people to move along and the point I'm making is that we were ignored.
There was no way I could have been at the lecture earlier, unless i'd left my english language tutorial early...
If people can complain about people talking in lectures then i think i have just as much right to complain about not even having the right to getting to sit next to a chatter box.
It's not as if there are many other profound arguments going on; it's a virtual café for chrisssake.
I was just hoping that maybe a lecturer would see this and maybe mention it if a similar thing was to maybe happen again.
Sorry if i spoiled your enjoyment of the internet world.
x
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2006.11.10 17.34
David Newell
"The 'Paradise Lost' lecture on Tuesday 14th November (at 10 and 11 ) will be introductory. If you intend coming, there is a handout on the web page you can print out. I shall not bring any handouts to the lecture.
Or better still, stay at home in comfort and read 'Paradise Lost' in front of a roaring fire sipping hot chocolate."
I fucking love Newell.
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2006.09.29 21.45
He came to the place I was staying in Prague Brought some chemicals and a small entourage Asked me if I was irish because of my name I said it's a different spelling but I am all the same He called me short And i said "yeah I am But while we're on put downs you look like some kind of vampire Like a vampire man."
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2005.11.09 01.05
All you need is mauve
All you need is mauve

All you need is m a u v e

A l l you n e e d is m a u v e, mauve

Mauve is all you need

Would be genius in a vogue 'purple is so hot right now' campaign...
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2005.11.02 17.52
Mourning Mobly
'press release' copied from my myspace..
I have bad news to break to everybody; everyone's favourite camera phone passed away some time in the early hours of this morning. Was last known to be conversing with a Mr Mc Gee, however, despite the circumstances the death is not being treated as suspicious. If you'd like to express your condolences you can do so; leave a comment under his picture in my pictures.
Now, until I can come to terms with this grief/afford a new phone I may be mainly unreachable. If anybody thinks I may need them/ will need me send me an email with your mobile number or you can ask for my home number, if you're nice.
Just to go over Mobly's best moments: Being signed by a rather amused Carlos Barat Recieving a phonecall from a rather confused Peter Doherty Creating and cementing many of Lola's textual relationships Being painted gold by Mr Euan Lynch Many a camera phone battle with Mr Craig Mc Gee And most of all being a friend to each and every one of us.
:(
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