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I possibly shouldn't write about this but I'm going to anyway because I'm proud of it and I'm proud of Gregory.
At the weekend me and my friend went to Norwich to visit some lesbians. 
I have not often if ever been so shocked by people I have personally encountered as I was when we had the utter displeasure to experience a certain group of people on the train. Now, I'm not a fool and would describe my opinion of people in general as rather pessimistic but it is pretty hard to describe how spiteful and unkind these people actually were. As soon as they got onto the train on the way to Norwich they began to be disruptive and started abusing these young teeange boys of around 15. I'm not really sure how it started other than the people being rude. The loudest and most awful was the woman who shouted at one of the boys saying he was a "minger"and "specky"... apparently his glasses were a major reason for him being ugly. She also encouraged her companions to join in with the taunting. This all went on for an absurd amount of time whilst the man in the group looked on guffawing hideously at rapid intervals, obviously his friend was being hilarious and the rest of the carriage just hadn't picked up on the fact. The woman apparently got bored of picking on the one boy and turned to his friends, one of whom was also wearing glasses, these two boys received the same treatment for a while and they startyed to get quite annoyed and upset. The woman then asked them if they wanted a drink, wielding a bottle of red bull substitute, the boys made it quite clear that they did not want a drink but she persisted. She promptly poured half the bottle all over two of the boys, and they tried to move seats but the woman sat on one of them obstructing their way out., the one who was not being sat on tried to climb over to get pastbut she wouldn't let them, and they kept asking if they could move. Finally she stood up and let them leave, they asked if their friend, who was also stuck could move too. They went and sat at the other end of the carriage. After even more shouting and boasts of "i could beat them up easily"...and "look they're scared, they're running away..." she finally left them alone.

We didn't go to Norwich to seek out the dregs of humanity, so why did we go?

 

I decided I would write an entry about Doctor Who but I never did. BUT NOW I am definitely feeling the loss when it comes to the doctor. Anticlimax. 
There is nothing to look forward to at the weekend! Soon there won't be any Jon Pertwee or Tom Baker left either. Which is just too scary to think about. More rewatching will commence.

Okay so lots of things have been going on this week, well relatively speaking anyway.

I decided on a whim to get my nose pierced. Rather pleased with the result, though the preparation was quite traumatic. It was a very scary process though it didn't hurt as much as the ears did. Didn't watch the needle going in; may have fainted if I'd have had to do that. I think Katie was much more traumatised than me though, so that's encouraging...? She deservesd it after forcing me to do it anyway. ha.

The tennis! Oh beautiful wimbledon... all good things must come to an end. I could probably write several thousand words on wimbledon but for my own sanity I shall refrain. Quite possibly my favourite two weeks of the year. I really have to go some time... haha. Serena was fantastic as usual but on this occasion not quite good enough for Venus. Brilliant match. Women's tennis is SO much more entertaining than the mens. Lovely lovely lovely.

Sadly I was rejected from the YHA job. Well no I wasn't. Not such a long story but quite an annoying one. I was chosen but then they realised they couldn't afford to take someone on. Soooo fed-up making... very frustrating indeed. The lady from Crowden is going to pass my name on to other hostels with a recomendation so we'll have to wait and see how that turns out, not overly confident though. Hmph. REALLY want to see Mamma Mia. Soon.

Today I had my first of two birthdays this year...because my parents dont love me enough to be there on my real birthday so i have to fit my birthday around their endlessly busy schedules *roll eyes*...which means it was half an hour long and two days before the real day. This makes me sad.

However the cake was WELL good :oD Chocolate sponge with strawberries and cream. YUM. This makes me happy. I did refuse to open my presents though so I have those to look forward to on tuesday morning! Yayz! But I have to get up at 7! Booooooz!

All my presents are piled up in the dining room at the moment. Totally hoping for a HUGE badge.

And last but not least: Oh my goodness Doctor Who!

This deserves a whole post all to itself, so it shall have one.

I hate you Hume. You make my life sad. Another early morning, another essay. This is my life. And no ballot box to look forward to, this time. Exam in less than a week. Fail.

I wish I could say I can't wait for it, but as agonising as the next month is going to be I reeeaaally wish it wasn't the end. For a start I'm getting much too old. Then most people are off on exciting adventures in exciting places, whilst I can envisage myself sitting around the house annoying my mother with my presence... hmm seems somewhat similar to the last who knows how many summers. Thrilling.

Writer's block. Perhaps not.
There are times when I feel I can't open my mind whatsoever.  And there are times when I write utter shit. See yesterday... ha.
If I had a crowbar what would I smash? Strange question, and I'm not sure that it's a cure for writer's block... I don't know what I would smash, I'm pretty attached to most of my things... otherwise I wouldnt really have them... I'd probably just go for the whole house...after removing all of MY things... 

How do I feel?
Like I'm inside a wheel; 
like I'm trapped.
I am locked in a cage and I'm pondering age,
like there's no time left just for me. 
And I'm struggling to see
just what I can be
and how I can run far away (if I like).
Not away from the nightscares but towards
all my problems, that is where.
I'll smash them and crash them, then wait,
whilst they all fall right away.

I'll look back to the bars and the clubs in my cage 
and I'll realise where I danced wrong.
I'll sing a bright song and look to the upcoming,
for a new place to stay.
And under a mountain 
I'll drink from a fountain
that will fill 
me with vigor not dread
And I'll look to the sunrise
My own special sunrise.
And I'll wish I'd not wished I were dead.

'Cause I'll know in that moment
that it's my own special moment 
and that's kind of okay for me now.
There's nothing quite like it,
I'm sure that I'll like it,
I'm sure I won't stumble again.

For a while

But this just can't phase me, and make me forget
I've always had courage with me.
Something I've fought for, against my grey brain.
And I'll be a winner at last.


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 Okay so there we go, If I Had a Crowbar.

You're alive, I'm not into that
I am dead now, you're dressed in a hat
space is clear, there's not much traffic
but how can we explore when we're staying static...

The future is written on a napkin
from the cafe down the street
I fancied the waitress
was from a new planet 
cos she said that silver was neat

I'm not a robot but I can tell 
when I meet one
a switch on the cheek bone
and a socket on the arm
get out of this place and phone

an old lover and dive
into a forgotten sea

Okay, so, Katie has way too many posts so I'm doing one. 
Today was a stupid day. 
I was walking home from the politics department and I wanted an ice cream but I crossed over to the other side of the road before I got to where the van was and then I felt silly and so I didnt get one... I went to tescos just before it closed at midnight and got one then instead. Woop.

 
I am in love with Neil Cicierega, I am contemplating moving to America just to be near him. I'll live in the same town and get to know him gradually. Hopefully if I hang around for long enough he'll introduce himself to me and I won't have to and I won't look ridiculous...

I'm a loser

not again
i f u a w i'm i a h FULL of p
i'm going to a party tonight

Right well Melissa has instructed that I create a livejournal so I have. This is a new experience. Yes I should be sleeping or else writing one of my two philosophy essays, but now I have a new distraction.
The other day, Thursday in fact, I bought the largest pomegranate I have ever bought or eaten! I bought it with what was then my last pound coin.
I now have a student account overdraft! But I am worried that it will not last that long! eek!