[14 Mar 2006|03:58am] [ music | Nico - Evening of Light ] I feel like turning into some freaky voodoo/hippy lady and listening to nothing but The Marble Index for a few weeks. It sounds like a funeral in a wind-chime shop, where the organist is SAT ON the organ and keeps adjusting his bottom position. Since the hair dyeing disaster, I've tipped some brown on it. I was going to try to pull the patchy orange (it was far more orange than that picture let on) streaks off, but after walking up to my lecture and having three people pip their horns at me - one a bus driver, no less - (it definitely wasn't in the 'hey babe' sense) and after seeing burnt-out trashy crackhead hair reflected at me in shop windows - I gave in. Of course, the colour I put on actually turned out not much different from my natural hair colour, which made the whole dyeing weekend a bit redundant, but it's only semi-permanent. In six whole weeks I'll be back to glorious orange-blonde with intermingled black bits, don't you worry. I got my exam results back, which were much better than I'd expected and has taken the pressure off for this semester - for which I'm grateful seeing as I'm struggling just to keep afloat with the workload. Shut up, I WON'T FLOUNDER IN THE REAL WORLD! I can't think of any other situation where I'd have to read about 750 pages of pretentious tutor-selected crap every week. Anyway, I got 62 for Advanced Stylistics despite handing it in two days late and losing 6 marks, 63 for Semantics, Pragmatics and Discourse and 71 for Language and Gender which is my first first if you don't count the group teaching assignment. I now feel obligated to burn my bra, etc. 1 comment|post comment

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[04 Mar 2006|01:22pm] [ music | Broadcast - I Found the F. ] Motivational list (because I've been sat here with no inclination to budge for over an hour, and I've got stuff to do, man): -Go to Blackwell's; get History of Linguistics book. -Catch up with last week's seminar work that you still haven't done. Make a stab at this week's. -Read the chapter until mind's contents have been overwritten with that shit, so will score 5/5 in Monday's 'pop quiz' (value: 2%!). -Hoover the floor so Azz can no longer mock my disgustingness. Tidy for flat inspection. Cover dent in fridge with strategically placed magnets. -Read that rubbish poetry. -Do a Proper Shop, so you don't spend a fortune/waste time buying stuff daily. Resign self to two quiches a week, because they're cheap. 2 comments|post comment

[04 Mar 2006|12:55pm] [ music | Ladytron - Destroy Everything You Touch ] Well there goes any chance of me being able to sneak past graduation without having to attend any of the predictably hideous ceremonies: Sean Bean is the honorary graduand. My mum will FORCE ME THERE, in shackles and chains with knickers ready to fling at him. Oh, christ. post comment

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