I think this week will be the most stressful in terms of work I have to do. I have procrastinated so much and now it’s coming back to bite me. I have tutorial reading (around 40 pages to read by tomorrow) I have to read a novella by Tuesday, I have to read and write a book review by Wednesday. And I’m avoiding doing it all because I really want to go home. I’ve been here 5 weeks...
read chapters for theology essay talk to mum on the phone :) read introduction of Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness’ for English watch Crazy, Stupid, Love sleep (my favourite pastime)
does anybody have a link for 'crazy stupid love'?
so hungry. gonna get maself some soup.
Just gonna drown out my problems by watching Ashton Kutcher. He makes everything better.
Fuck off Epson. You're a pile of wank.
6 types of love
sazz: eros a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart mania obsessive love; experience great emotional...
to do list for 24/10/2011
- buy some food for the week (beans, chicken, rice, sauce, ham etc) - give in form and money for college clothing - buy some pink hair spray for breast cancer awareness (possibly buy on tues) - hallowe’en outfit? - hand in essay - get reading done / start next essay
Why are you sad?” “Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via clavicola)
Printing at 1.30am on the loudest printer ever with the thinnest walls known to man. I’ll be surprised if my flat mate isn’t pissed off.
It bangs you so hard you don’t even know it’s fucking you.
Wow, that was strange. I went to bed at half seven and just woke up, fully clothed, make up smeared, hair askew. I had a four hour nap - I will now be up to write my essay in the early hours. Oh dear. I need sustenance. A cup of tea is required!
She sleeps with guys, a serial slut perhaps. Arranging the one night stands, and she doesn’t realise the value of herself. And all she says is, ‘I do it to feel something. To escape from the unbearable numbness of life. A void I can’t fill, which one night of pleasure temporarily erases until I remember that it’s not reality’. She’s breaking, and all she needs...
Why am I so unmotivated?! Someone inspire me!
If I’ve only touched just one person’s life today, that’s enough. Be gentle on yourself, for life is a difficult task.