hugs, kisses, amanda palmer |
just got back from london...8 hours on a coach. fun.but it really was worth it. everyone was so lovely. i thought it was going to be a compete nightmare on the crutches...which...it was awkward, but n...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 13:25:00 GMT |
one boot, two crutches, Amanda Palmer, snow and That London! |
I looked out the window this morning, and already knew it was bad since it was so freezing in my flat:i know, i know...doesn't look THAT bad...but on crutches, it might be...but i managed to last the ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 10:40:00 GMT |
rockin those crutches... |
Day one: I sat in this same spot for most of the day, listening to dresden dolls and reading 'eclipse'...i'm on to the last book now...woo!After no coffee, i quickly realised something had to be done,...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 04:08:00 GMT |
what boredom forced me to: |
Well: i survived the exam yay!i woke up at 6 o-stupid'clock this morning...wide awake...weird.I did yoga for a couple of hours (!really!). Didn't even have coffee til, like, 12-ish.I went round town a...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 09:31:00 GMT |
edith, wordsworth and broken radiators |
today is full of revision...dreaded exam tomorrow!! i'm hoping i'll be alright after the massive cram session with magic em, which is taking place as i write (taking a break right now, alright?!)Many ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 07:46:00 GMT |
Today, i went for a walk. |
The rain decided to stop today, and the sun came out so i escaped the flat...or 'prison of essay writing'...for a little sea air:It must have been stormy on the sea front last night...i was infact wal...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 10:56:00 GMT |
of tea, coffee and eventual poetry... |
In my flat, there's a meadow of books, folders, papers, files, random thoughts and unintelligible scribblings. At times i seem to be plagued by Ideas, and a stereotypical lack of time management skill...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 15:14:00 GMT |
A is for... |
This is where i sat, in silent judgement of this beautiful freak before me. The wonders and delight of the greasy fingered intellectual, pouring over allegory. Eyebrows running away from her face, red...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 23:05:00 GMT |
Broken Heart Soup |
Like being held hostage.
A prisoner.
A guinea-pig to my devices of torture.
As the screw tighten you wonder,
Can this be getting you any further?
The Pain, a constant,
Becomes irrelevant-
Soot...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 05:59:00 GMT |
A girl that isn’t me |
I wake to find a girl that isn't me
I cannot speak
I have too much to say.
The metal that is holding me together-
A torment.
A gift.
Yesterday I was different,
Now I am unsure.
I don't look to the gla...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 05:50:00 GMT |
