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15 February 2020 @ 10:53 am
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Most of what i write here is friends only. If I'm having a rant about politics, or saying nothing particularly personal, that'll be public, but if you want the angsting and the whinging, friend me. I don't really have a policy; add me and comment here, and I'll add you right back. If I've added you, it's because I think you look interesting, or I know you in another internet incarnation.

05 May 2011 @ 12:32 am
At some point in the near future I'm going to make a proper post about the fact that, in August, I'll be moving to France for a year.

For now, though, I just need to share this. It comes from the introduction to my French vocabulary book:

With his victory in 1066 over Harold, William the Conqueror, Duke of Normandy, became King of England. He brought with him his court and learned scholars, who introduced writing to England which, until then, had worked within an oral tradition.


I'm going to go to bed now.
05 March 2011 @ 11:15 pm
Back at home after LONG LONG LONG journey from Southampton, which began well but quickly degenerated into a man GLARING at me because my bag gong in the rack happened to break the pristine silence of the quiet carriage, tube strike hold ups*, and a different man pontificating at all and sundry from London to Leeds. The dog has colitis and my sister is still broken up with her boyfriend and I have to run 20 miles tomorrow. But still, am content. highfantastical's party was a joyous affair, and I saw lots of people I have not seen for ages.

* obv I support my striking comrades, but still.

THIS makes me want to be in Paris oh so very much.

LOOK at the beautiful, wonderful Julianne Moore, and the beautiful clothes.

JESUS, I could weep.
19 January 2011 @ 10:19 pm
Oh Christ, why am I doing this to myself? Chemistry resit tomorrow. It's haaaaard. My face is getting all pink and red from all the brain perspiration, or possibly the hot lamp nearby. I keep obsessively checking the Southampton website for confirmation that I just need to pass the damn thing - which I already have - to meet their criteria, and they are more concerned with the fact that I have willingly exposed myself to bodily fluids and death and have got a degree than the fact that I have to do absurd mental gymnastics to remind myself which one is oxidation and which one is reduction. Then I was trying to find out when they will get in touch to deliver me to my fate and all I can find in my email account is an email with highfantastical, slasheuse and I bitching about the Earl of Southampton in mid 2008. Happy days.
Current Music: North Shore Children’s Choir & Key Cygnetures – Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride
+ It's my birthday tomorrow!

- It's my birthday tomorrow. I'll be twenty three. I have been feeling unutterably vile about it all day. I'm in the midst of exams and most of my friends live in sodding London or pissing Brighton or bloody Southampton or buggering Oxford or OTLEY, so it's not like I can just go out and enjoy myself. I'm going to be twenty-three years old. I live with my parents, and I'm doing A levels. My youth is fled.

- I've been rejected by KCL.

+ I think the exams *coughresitscough* I have done so far have gone better than last time. Given that last time involved getting to the end of a stats exam and finding a double page I'd missed, this was not going to be hard. But hopefully I will never have to look at a normal distribution values table ever, ever again, because obviously they have no use in medicine or public health.

- I keep thinking I understand maths, and then I suddenly don't anymore. Ditto Chemistry. Stupid graphs.

+ Running mileage now in double figures. Doing a half marathon on Sunday.

- Due to poorly fitting trainers, have buggered up my inner calf muscles, and all the Deep Heat in the world cannot make them right.

+ Getting new trainers.

+/- All my belongings now smell of Deep Heat. Mmmmmm. Yet slightly odd.

+ I am possibly now officially Seeing Someone.

Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
15 October 2010 @ 10:42 am

I'm about to click 'send' on my UCAS form.
18 June 2010 @ 10:12 pm
There has been a lot of talk on my flist over the last few days about ableist slurring concerning both mental and physical disability. Much of it has been useful and educational, but some of it does seem a bit dramatic, to me at least; I am someone who was throwing around the word 'retard' casually until very recently, and was genuinely shocked when it was pouinted out to me that it is no longer considered right-on. At the risk of sounding like a hand-wringing, Daily Mail reading, knee jerk reactionary, I would be genuinely interested to know: How far do people think that scrubbing certain words from our vocabularies should go?

I say this because MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!!1!!11! my Dad is blind, and if he or I or anyone else called people out every time they said a politician "Had to be blind or stupid" to think massive budget cuts are unnecessary (Radio 2 this afternoon) or asked if we were blind upon failing to immediately find the car keys, I'd never have time to say anything else. Yet this is something I have never seen remarked upon. What counts as ableism, and what is just a figure of speech?
Current Mood: curiouscurious
14 June 2010 @ 11:03 pm
I am reading the Essays of Michel de montaigne at the minute. When I feel unhappy and helpless and lonely; when I worry that my life has ground to a halt, I love to realise just how many amazing things there are to learn and enjoy, and how wonderful it is that I have the means and the ability to reach out for them.

Hi, everyone. Not dead.
03 September 2009 @ 11:48 pm

I write this on my phone in a club on Dudley. Hoefully predictive text will spare my blushes,. Love you all. Sophie espescially.

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