Sorry about the drought!

Day 11 - A photo of me taken recently



A photo of myself that I actually like? No way!

(Not sure how I've managed to make this blurry... it wasn't before! I am foolish).

New Year was actually the best night I've had in ages; I'll write about it soon enough.

Day 10 - A photo of me taken over ten years ago

Unfortunately, my scanner has broken so that scuppered any chances of me scanning in some old photographs whilst I was home, but luckily someone posted one of me on Facebook a little while ago. It's really crappy, and I'm tiny in it, buuut... it's the only one I have the fits the criteria, so feast yer eyes on this beaut:




Bigger here

St. Andrew's C of E Primary School's Sports Day. Win?

Chester in three days!

Day 09 - A photo I took

There were actually a few that I considered putting for this, including one of Sarah in front of a triceratops skull, but I felt that I managed to kill that one with flash, and this one was taken ages ago, so I've chosen:



This would be Cullercoats, my home-away-from-Caer. I'd just finished a four hour walk when I took this. A four hour walk that should have taken 25 minutes at most. It took slightly longer due to the fact that I was carrying a near-paralytic Ali home, Ali who is a good foot taller than me. He kept doing really sensible things such as lying down in the middle of the road to have a sleep. I actually have a few photos of him on the floor and in hedges too, but... that would be mean.

I'd dropped Al off at his, and was just getting home when I saw the sun rise over St. George's Church. I thought it would make a great photograph, but unfortunately only had my crappy camera phone on me at the time. However, I'm still pretty pleased with the thing!

Christmas has come and gone once again, and it was surprisingly okay! Mostly due to Beatles Rock Band but y'know. Win.

Day 08 - A photo that makes me sad

Now, I don't want to seem like I'm just doing something either very lame or very similar to Sarah's post for this, but it's the way it has to be so there.

Today, I will be mostly missing Sarah

Day 07 - A photo that makes me happy


I think it's pretty obvious why this photograph makes me happy. It was taken at The Living Room, a gorgeous restaurant in Chester where Sarah and I went for a meal fairly early in our relationship. This particular photo was taken when we returned there for our sixth monthiversary (that's a Buckley-Rokins original) and had an amazing night. It features me, not looking too awful might I add, and my lovely lovely girlfriend. Sarah makes me so happy, and this picture serves as a reminder to that.

Yeah, I'm well gay me.

I thought I'd do two entries today, in a vain effort to make up for my immense laziness in posting recently.

Day 06 - Whatever tickles my fancy

Okay, so this is stupid, but still...


Win.

Sorry for the lack of updates, I was busy and then lazy. Can you forgive me?

Day 05 - My favourite quote

Maybe I'm just horribly indecisive, but yet again I don't have a favourite. However, there are a few quotes from a certain Mister Wilde that I like, this being one of them:

"I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability." 

Also, I started Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita last night, and in the extremely long introduction there was this gem:

"Laughter must liberate the gay truth of the world from the veils of gloomy lies spun by the seriousness of fear, suffering and violence."

The introduction is quite confusingly worded, but I think the quotation comes from Mikhail Bakhtin, rather than Bulgakov himself.

Christmas soon! New Year slightly less soon but still quite soon!

I have a very good reason for not posting the fourth part of the meme yesterday - Sarah and I went to London for the day, and we had to leave the house at 7.30, and didn't get back until nearly 7 this morning! Really amazing day; we went to the Natural History Museum and the Rainforest Cafe, as well as a walk along the Thames by Westminster at night. Lovely.

Day 04 - My favourite book

Again, apologies, but I don't actually have a favourite book. However, here are three that are full of win:

River God - Wilbur Smith

After my great-grandad died, my great nan told me that he'd said I could have any of his old books. There was a big, blue-covered hardbacked book on his shelf that I'd always been fascinated with, mostly due to the fact it had a pyramid on the spine. This book was River God, the first of Wilbur Smith's series of Egyptian novels. Admittedly, this connection to ol' Harry might have made me like the book a bit more, but I love it. Set in ancient Egypt (a time in history that I was, and still am fascinated with), it follows a eunuch slave named Taita, who is in love with the princess he serves. This may not sound very good, but it's so steeped in history, mythology and incredibly visual descriptions that it's just amazing. It has love and war - what more could you want?

The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger

The most recently-read favourite book of mine, this was recommended (and loaned) to me by Sarah. It's so well-written, I fell in love with it almost straight away. If you don't know what it's about (living under a rock, maybe?) then here it is - it's a bit like a diary, written from the perspectives of a man with an illness and his wife. His illness is that he travels through time, without any control. The book spirals from one time to another, like the protagonist must do. It's so so very good, and may or may not have made me cry. But I'm a man, so I didn't. HURRR. Also, the film's good!

Skellig - David Almond

I read this book as a child, maybe year 4 or 5, and it's stuck with me to this day. This may be partly due to the occasional swear word Skellig utters - I'd never read anything with cursing in before, or it may be because it was just a bit more mature than any of the other stories I'd read at that age. It's about a kid who moves into a new house because his mum is about to have a second child. In the shed in the jungle or a garden lives an old man with a secret. (He's not a paedo, don't worry!) It's a touching story, really good for a kids' book, and I would greatly like to read it again soon!

So yeah... that's it for another instalment. Ciao!

C has invited Sarah and I 'round for Christmas dinner tonight - win! And London for the Rainforest Cafe tomorrow - win win! Back to the meme:

Day 03 - My favourite television programme

So I'm failing again. Oh well, it means more to write and/or read, depending on whether you're me or not.

Since being with Sarah, I now greatly enjoy a number of shows that I never imagined I would. These include Come Dine With Me, a show I'd never seen and had no intention of ever seeing. Practically wetting myself laughing at a bunch of mongs from the comfort of Sarah's sofa was more than enough to convert me, and now I'd probably have to say it's one of my favourite things to watch. I even found my dad and brother enjoying it whilst I watched it at home, even after facing their derisive comments about the show. Hypocrites.

A show I used to hate but now enjoy far too much thanks to Miss B is Jezza, more commonly known as Jeremy Kyle. This programme (as if you haven't seen it!) features people that the scum of the Earth would look down upon, whilst douche-on-a-pedestal Herr Kyle berates them for being shit. I hate myself for liking it, but the people on there are just too amusing.

There is also Deal Or No Deal, a show which I can honestly say I still don't "enjoy", but I do take pleasure in laughing at people when they get greedy and end up with nothing. I'm a heartless bastard.

Programmes which I appreciate without feeling dirty include Lost, Peep Show and House.

Decent day today, even if I managed to completely fail at both my Christmas shopping and scrubbing a pan (only a half-fail) and completely succeed in making someone think I was pissed off at them, when I was in fact annoyed with... nothing in particular. I'm a freak.

Day 02 - My favourite film

So I managed to mess up Day 01 by not having a favourite song; guess what I'm going to do to Day 02? You got it.

One "kids'" film I really like - The Lion King



I think everyone has a favourite Disney film, and quite a lot of those will probably be The Lion King. I don't care, I'm happy being a sheep sometimes. I recently heard that it's Hamlet with cartoon lions, and once you see that, you can't unsee it. The songs are amazing (one or two are already stuck in my head just thinking about it, even with Franz Ferdinand playing into my ears), and as usual with Disney the animation is incredible. Timon and Pumbaa are just awesome, don't even try to argue. My one "problem" with the film is that Mufasa sounds like a bad-guy name. This probably stems from the scene when the hyenas just keep saying "MufasaMufasaaaaaaa" over and over in a scary voice.

One German film I really like - Goodbye, Lenin!



I figure, as a German student and all, I should probably feature a film from Germany, so here's my choice. Admittedly, I've not seen too many German movies, but this one is particularly good (though I recommend Lola Rennt and Die Fälscher). This film is really funny and clever, and takes place at quite an interesting point in recent history - the fall of the Berlin Wall and the reunification of Germany. It portrays East Germany in a good light, and depicts a woman falling into a coma before the Wall comes down and waking up after Germany is one again. Her son Alex is told that another shock could kill her, so he tries to recreate East Germany for her, not letting on that any of the westernisation had happened. It's really funny, but quite bittersweet.

One "serious" film I really like - The Usual Suspects



This could have quite easily been something else, like Se7en, but I decided to choose this one because of the sheer awe I felt after seeing the ending play out. I won't spoil it just in case, but it's pretty ace. The actors in it are really good too; Kevin Spacey is amazing as always, and Benicio del Torro is really quite funny. A dark labyrinth of a film, it keeps you question right up until the credits roll.

Hope you don't hate these films! Honourable mentions go to Cool Runnings, The Nightmare Before Christmas and The Blues Brothers. And hopefully I won't fuck this up tomorrow.

I have a fair few things to write about still, such as the fact that Sarah and I have been together more than six months now (!) and the celebration which accompanied it, the tickets Sarah bought me for Christmas, the staggering workload of university, the fact I somehow managed to do it all, etc etc etc. However, instead o' doing that, I'm going to attempt this meme that's been going round, one entry a day for thirty days, to hopefully improve the regularity of my writing. As always, shamefully stolen off The Ladyfriend.

Day 01 - My favourite song

This is the first day of the meme, and I've already failed it. I don't really have a favourite song, but there are lots that I really, really, really like. Here are a few (maybe three) of them:

1. The Doors - Riders on the Storm



This song was the first I heard of The Doors. It was actually a cover I heard, by Creed with Robbie Krieger. I really loved it, and played it so much that I was bought a Doors greatest hits. I only ever listened to the one song on that for a while, which is far superior to the original (to my surprise, if I'm being honest). It's such a good song. I eventually started listening to Light My Fire as well, before graduating onto the whole album, giving every track a chance. There is not a single song on that album that I didn't fall in love with, and (as most people know) I am now a pretty massive fan of The Doors. There are a few songs by them that I actually prefer to Riders, but it was just so influential to me that I have to put it.

2. Cherry Ghost - 4am



Cherry Ghost are a band I discovered through a free compilation CD I got free with a free issue of Q - value for money I say! That song was Roses, which I love as well, but... there's something about this song. It's come to mean something to me, something rather significant. It reminds me of good times, as much as I tend not to associate songs with memories. I picked up the album in a charity shop after Sarah pointed it out to me, it was about £3 so - another bargain! The whole album is great, really lovely. Mountain Bird is amazing as well.

3. Modest Mouse - Float On



Honestly, how could I not? I saw them... last night! It feels like longer ago already, weird. It's so hard to choose a particular Modest Mouse song, but this was one of the first I heard and it was played as part of the encore at the Ritz. It's such an uplifting song, it embraces times when something bad might happen, but instead goes okay, perhaps the opposite of Murphy's Law? I really love it, I really love Modest Mouse, and I really love Sarah for taking me to see them. They're an amazing band; I need to buy more of their albums. The entirety of Good News for People who Love Bad News, from start to finish, is amazing. I had downloaded a couple tracks before getting the album, and was actually blown away. It's not often that I buy an album buy a band I don't really know, sit down and listen to it from start to finish and just love, but... well, this was one. I loved it from play one, so go out and get it you uneducated bums! (PS - the official video is on youtube, but stupid Sony won't let me embed it!)

I have so many more songs I could quite easily write about, but I think that's more than enough for now. Go! Listen! Enjoy!

So I think this might be the last post that is used solely to catch up on everything I did over summer but was too lazy to write about! Yay!

I've covered Paris, I've covered Sarah's visit and everything inbetween, so all that's left to talk about is moving into my new abode! Before that however, my ridiculously amazo girlfriend made me a CD, the tracklist of which is actually too awesome to share, so hard luck 4 U. She didn't tell me about it, it just arrived in the post one day, much to my surprise. Unsurprisingly, I loved it (and still do!).

In the first half of September, I finally moved into my new digs. Unfortunately, it's um... a bit mouldy, to say the least. And cold. And damp. But apart from that it's fine! As for housemates, M I'd lived with before, J and Sarah I hadn't but knew them well enough to know it'd be fine; it was just J2 I had no idea about! As it turned out, he's fine, really nice, if a bit crap at washing dishes! I've had my ups and downs since moving in, but everything (and everyone) seems settled now, and I think I can look forward to living with my friends for another six months or so. Naturally there's been some conflict, but we're five students living together; I guess it's bound to happen. I was a bit worried about living with Sarah, so soon after we started going out, but... well, it was unfounded. She's been great, and has really helped me stick it out at uni through all the work that I'm just too lazy/stupid to get done in advance. So yes, everything is wonderful.

And I'm seeing Modest Mouse tonight! Sarah is awesome. *grinz*

I should be either working or sleeping, but it's my life and all that so what the hey?! (Yes, I just said "What the hey?" No, I did not grow up in the fifties).

To continue rambling about my summer exploits, The Ladyfriend came to visit me over summer. Just under a week of glorious... well, just relaxing really. It was really nice. She got to encounter some of the freakier charves first hand, so that's obviously a win! We went to a barbecue at my friend Will's house because he was all leaving-to-spend-a-year-in-Hong-Kong and stuff, so a lot of my good friends (plus a heap of total strangers) got to meet her lovely self.

Also, we went for a night in tha toon! Sarah got to meet my other group of friends, the ones who perhaps are slightly more accepting? I don't really know what I mean by that, but I know that some of my friends are quite judgemental to new people and take a while to warm to them. This group, however, like you the minute they start talking to you. And they're not afraid to talk! (You have to be nice, of course, but I'm assuming that you are). My "Sarah's coming to visit, let's have a big night out!" soon turned to Penfold's "It's my birthday kinda soon, and also I have a new girlfriend too, so I'll tell everyone it's my night out" but it was great. Not too many drinks, but not too few either. My only regret is that we went to most of the cheaper places, so I didn't get to show Sarah some of the slightly-more-expensive-but-quite-a-bit-nicer clubs and bars. Digital was packed and rubbish, so unfortunately the night's finish wasn't great, but it was all good nonetheless. Next time - Quayside, maybe Tup Tup, maybe Liquid. And Tynemouth! Can't believe I didn't take her to Tynemouth... Sheesh.

One other nice thing we did (apart from stuff our faces with mi madre's fajitas [NOM]) was go to see a film. The Time Traveler's Wife, to be precise. Now, I was only about a third of the way through the book at the time, and personally thought that Eric Bana (who plays Henry) looked a bit too rapey for the part, so I didn't really know what to expect, but... It turned out to be really good. I had predicted the ending, as I guess it was a bit obvious, but not the details. I really really enjoyed the film, and thought they'd done a good job, even after finishing the book (which I LOVE). Go see it. I didn't cry because I'm a man but you might. True story. Also, we went for a Frankie & Bennie's. Maybe not the classiest joint, but it was yummerific.

Anywayyys, apart from the fact that her family came stupidly early in the day to pick her up, Sarah coming to stay was amazing. I can honestly say that I loved all 5-and-two-bit days. Also, she gave me Black Jacks and Fruit Salads, so... überwin. :-D Her leaving was probably one of the worst bits of summer, if I'm being cheesily frank. Unfortunately, half my family were away so she didn't get to meet Lil' Harry, but I guess that allowed us to have more time with each other, not being bothered by the ankle biter! Actually, that idiom doesn't really work any more; he's at least waist height...

Officially has to visit again. Newcastle's ace. You should come too!

Okay, again with the apologies. I suck at doing things regularly. I can honestly say though, that I have actually had too many good things going on to even consider updating. Smilesmilesmilegrin! My life is good, real good. Even if uni work is piling sky high already.

First of all... Sarah. Obviously, Sarah is the main thing. This has the potential to become really sappy, so Entschuldigung in advance, just in case. This girl is actually amazing, and makes me happier than anyone or anything has ever done. Bizarrely, she's still willing to put up with me after more than four months! (She crayzee).

Changed my mind, I'm gonna tackle this chronologically instead. The last update I made was some time ago, the day I went down to the Quay to stay with The Lover. I stayed there for a few days before heading to Paris, with her, Matthias and Jazzuhmeenah. For the majority, it was the definition of amazing. The Catacombs, Petit Palais, the Louvre, Les Invalides, the biggest storm I've ever seen - what more could a guy ask for?

Changed my mind again. I'm instead going to split this massive ass sunuvvagun into a few smaller pieces - maybe that way I'll actually manage to post something!

Back to Paris - The first day we were there just happened to be Bastille Day. Wow, just... wow. I've never really understood the big fuss about fireworks, I've never really 'got' them. I mean - loud bangs, screechy squeals, underwhelming coloursplosions and the chance of a fiery death just isn't my bag I guess. However, the Bastille Day fireworks were like an epiphany; they were incredible. There was a lightshow too, which made the Eiffel Tower 'jump' and 'dance', as well as displaying the entire history of France in brief snippets on its sides. I wasn't sure about the night at first, as the place was teeming with people, but it turned out to be fantastic. Paris = amazing. Parisians = less so.

Okay, so shortest post ever but I'm about to leave the house. I have a train to catch, and shall be seeing my lovely lovely girlfriend in just a few short hours. :) :) :)

And Paris in two days! Wooooo. I am quite excited right now about everything. :-D

Best day ever? Possibly!

Okay, so apologies up front with this one. First one for the immense drought in updates; I post two and then dry up for like 912 weeks or something. Second, and final, apology is for the upcoming post: I imagine it will be long, and most probably wank. So... there you have it: I'm sorry!

Music. I'm at university now, and have been for nearly a year already. When you're at uni, you're supposed to go into this 'adult' phase, which allegedly just involves having lots of random encounters of a sexual nature, and listen to lots of really bleak but meaningful lyrics. Being a student is when you discover The Smiths, when you stumble upon The Doors, when you hear Nirvana or Radiohead properly for the first time. I've listened to and loved these artists for an absolute age, and The Doors are still my favourite band, but that's just it. I've done this already. On the train back from Nottingham, I listened to Vampire Weekend, I enjoyed the songs of MGMT, I heard TV on the Radio. I'd never listened to the latter at all, and even though I'd had all three bands' albums on my iPod for months, I'd only heard a couple songs by the first two. Whilst the lyrics may not be particularly deep or meaningful, the overall sound of these bands is upbeat, and is just... happiness. These are the bands I'm discovering while here. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this, so just bear with me a moment. I guess what I'm trying to say is this: my 'bleak period' is over. Done with already, gone. University is not my bleak period, and it's somehow taken me this long to realise it. On the train back from Nottingham, I was happy.

Nottingham was... well, amazing. I swear we'd been walking across the rolling green hills of the campus for a good twenty minutes before my best friend mentioned that we had covered "probably about a quarter". I thought Chester was a nice campus, but this was just... Their summer party thing was incredible. Chester has Scott Mills and Girls Allowed. That's not even a typing mistake. Nottingham had a big grassy field or two with a few dance tents, a fairground ride, a main stage, food vendors and a couple bars. Oh, and about a hundred portaloos. These fields are also on campus, by the way. The bands? The Futureheads, Ladyhawke and Pendulum. Yeah okay, so we missed Pendulum because we were drunk enough to go home early, but I hadn't seen Chris in ages and -- I won't even try to defend my drunkenness. Even then, The Futureheads and Ladyhawke. Pretty incredible, if you ask me. I had fun, naturally. Everyone there was gorgeous as well, I swear. It was a bit unsettling, je pense I stuck out like a sore thumb. A sore thumb with massive hair. Part of me wishes I'd studied harder, not been such a frigging slacker and got into my first choice. Nottingham, studying German with my best friend. Part of me would probably like to turn back the clocks a bit, not fucked up, and started living on that beautiful campus. However. However... There is a much larger portion of myself that is content where I am. I am at Chester. It's not as good a university as Nottingham. But I'm happy. The city is beautiful; I've made a number or amazing friends; a certain person has switched positions in my life. I am more than content with the here and now. I'm seeing Bill Bailey in like a week, with one awesome person and one amazing one. I'm travelling to France in like a month, with two awesome people and an amazing one. I'm moving into a new house only like a fortnight after that, with two awesome people and an amazing one. And Jamie. He's probably awesome too. Happiness has prevailed.

Nottingham could have been better anyway - there was a Buckley missing. I mean, I personally would have preferred Jeff but Tim would have been acceptable. Though equally impossible.

Trains are a funny thing. That sounds like a line a really bad comedian would say, but it's true. The journey to Notts was crap. Admittedly I had a nice chat with some random lady, and thoroughly enjoyed the start of Perfume, but it was still just a little bit rubbish. The trip back, on the other hand... was quite lovely. I deemed Perfume to be slightly too bleak to be read in such a mood, and instead opted to read The Independent. Admittedly that was hardly cheerful, but sod it. I listened to Vampire Weekend, TV on the Radio, Ladyhawke, MGMT, Maximo Park and T. Rex. I got ridiculously wet on the almost painfully long walk to the station during Nottingham's freak monsoon weather, and stayed soaked through until I got back to Chester, when it proceeded to rain heavily once more, almost as soon as I'd started walking. I was made to get on and off the same train three times in Derby, due to it being broken, then not broken, then... rinse and repeat. This, combined with the wetness and the cold of Derby, meant I was blatantly hypothermic, and I nearly died. No joke. Well, maybe a bit of an exaggeration. Then I was shunted to a different carriage, because mine had broken. Then I was shunted back again, because it hadn't. It was basically the worst game of musical chairs ever played. Except there was no music. So it was the worst game of chairs ever played. And that's not even a game! And whilst this sounds sad and moany and whiney... It was possibly the best train journey I've ever experienced. Again with the happiness. I'm probably beginning to grate a bit now.

Things change. I'm a worrier; I'm perhaps a bit afraid of change. But change is good! Change is necessary. Maybe... maybe I have even come to appreciate change. Huzzah! I realise that this is all just utter shite, but I don't even care. This is some random, crappy rant about everything, and it's not even a good rant because the only good rants are about bad things. And now I'm ranting about rants. Sod it, I'm happy and so should you be. If you're not happy, then get happy dammit. No one likes a sad face. This is still rubbish; just my wank musings on life. I've tried to be all deep and philosophical and meaningful but, like My Chemical Romance, I have failed miserably. I've rambled about trains, music and weather. Rather shallow and inconsequential, but I've written something. I've written some wank musings on life, and I like it.

I have a date tonight.

The Placebo lyrics probably give away the fact that Valentine's Day is not my favourite holiday, not that I have a favourite holiday (it's totally Christmas). I don't have a problem with the day, per se, just what it's become really. I'm all for a day to celebrate people in love, as it's a rather nice idea, even though it is perhaps a bit of a downer for those not in relationships; the singletons just sitting at home, vielleicht hoping that a red envelope will pass through their letterbox. What I reeeeeally don't appreciate though, is the fact that - say you're in town, browsing the shops - you can't turn around without running into some frigging overpriced tat, zum Beispiel a big, fuck-off stuffed heart with lace trim that has I LOVE YOU stitched onto it. What the Hell are you going to do with that? It's gaudy shite, not exactly something you can really do anything with.

Be a cliche, buy chocolates, buy flowers. You might think it's unoriginal, but it's used so much because it's the best. Chocolates don't last long, but they're enjoyed, savoured. A rose doesn't exactly stick around either, but it looks gorgeous and brightens up the place for a while. Heck, you can even press it, then it'll last for a goodly long time.

I realise that only two people are going to be reading this... but I can at least pretend that I've passed on my advice to the world.

Rant over, happy Valentine's Day!

Okay, so after not writing when I explicitly said I would, I've finally got (not gotten) around to writing my first LiveJournal blog/post/entry thing. Don't get too excited; it's not going to be anything special! I am currently sitting on a train (First Class too, get me! [Not that it was cheaper than Standard or anything]), the second of three, writing this on Word as the internet on this thing is decidedly dodgy. My first was naturally delayed, so I missed the connection and had to wait for an hour in the agonisingly anti-warm armpit of the North-West - Warrington Bank Quay. Yay. I was about to say that this First Class malarkey isn't all it's scratched up to be, but I've just been given chicken sandwiches, a muffin, lemonade and the luscious lifesaver that is a good ol' English cuppa! Perhaps the next few hours won't be too unpleasant after all... Good literature and good music helps ease the 'pain', of course.

Speaking of utterly disgusting acts of degrading depravity (or not, whatever), one of my 'friends' boasted to me quite recently about a "lad's night out" [I'm a proper lad me, just one of the guys, look how embarrassingly low I'll sink to further cement my reputation as a right lad] wherein the participants spent decent chunks of wonger on er... hookers. As you do. Apparently, it cost £10 to enter this brothel (really? Brothels still exist? In Leeds of all places), and after you've chosen which lady of questionable affections you wish to... accompany you, you pay £65 and have half an hour in which you can do "anything you want". I stopped him there.

...Yuck. That's pretty low, even for a man-slag like him. Turns out Roxanne did have to put on that red light after all.

I'm not even at Carlisle yet; this may be a long journey. You've probably realised by now, but my LJ serves no real purpose. Creative Writing tutors want me to keep some form of diary though, so it might be beneficial. Plus, I can not-particularly-privately perve on my friends. All two of them.

// The glass in the porch door is broken,
The morning rain has come again,
The thing that sleeps has now woken,
And with it returns the pain. //

Is that even remotely good? I really don't know why I took Creative Writing as well as German. Rookie mistake.

The Lovely Bones actually brought a tear to my eye on the train. In public. Naturally I made it look like a case of the dreaded Itchy Eye Syndrome, but still. I'm such a gay. Stupid book. Only happy happy joy joy books in the public eye from now on, methinks. I have so much work to do, but I'd rather just read for pleasure for once. Maybe I'll fail, but I'll be a well-read failure!

Anyway, this has occupied a good half-hour or so of my train travelling, and my laptop is nearly tot, so I'd best bugger off.

Things This Post Has Taught Me: I rant a lot. I appear to adore alliteration; I am an addict. Apologies.

Auch - A Friend got 82 for her English assignment; that's like a First+1.
Auch auch - Another Friend got 70/70 in one of her Spanish exams.
Auch auch auch - je pense that they are both obviously robo-slags. Clearly.