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Friday, October 12th, 2007
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5:43 pm
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Hmmm. Stephen King and JK Rowling: both very well known authors of 'accessible' literature, though of a different kind. JK Rowling's method was to totally plan out the world, come up with a very extensive framework before she began to write, even knowing the exact ending the characters in her story would meet. In school, even in creative writing, everyone was encouraged to write this way, planning your stories structurally, and I would always be marked down because my stories, though apparently creative, were obviously not well planned, because my mind just doesn't work that way. Therefore I was discouraged from pursuing creative writing from that point on. However Stephen King apparently believes "good stories cannot be called consciously and should not be plotted out beforehand, they are better served by focusing on a single "seed" of a story and letting the story grow itself" (God bless Wikipedia :P). Which was how I always wrote. Now Stephen King's books may be a certain type of trash, but they're incredibly popular, can't dispute that, and in my opinion very easily, er, devoured and digested. I like equating literature with food,to me they're very similar. Where I may not be remotely as talented as him, it's given me a glint of hope that maybe my writing style was never neccessarily wrong, and if I just trained my mind to be a teensy more organised, I might develop into a good writer some day. Whether it be a good writer of trash. Trash is more fun to write, especially if your brain, like mine, is not one of a genius. Not that this is of remote interest to anyone but me, but I find people's different writing styles interesting. And also, CURSES to everyone who ever taught me English!! :P
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| Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007
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6:10 pm
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On a side note, I really don't mean to sound insipid, insensitive to other stuff or anything like that, I know everyone knows that people go through horrible shit all the time, I'm just describing the effect this particular book had on me.
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5:55 pm
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Oh God. I've been stuck inside with a hideous stomach bug the past couple of days, so, apart from watching endless crap on youtube, ive been reading a lot, and something i very rarely read, a factual novel. A book called 'The Rape of Nanking', about when the city of Nanking in China was invaded by Japanese around the second world war, and has been vastly overlooked (mainly because the Chinese themselves didn't want any emphasis put on it) and it is the most horrific book I've ever read. A lot of people who know me, know I'm obsessed with Japanese culture and read endess stuff about it, and God knows i don't believe on putting bias against such a large group of people because of what, basically a minority did (not to mention the fact that people in general, from all parts of the world, have been know to do awful, awful things) but its hideous. I'm actually writing here because I've been so upset for the last hour. The description of distruction, rape, murder, inhumanity, and...ugh. I mean, I've read and studied plenty about plenty of disgusting things that have been done to people but for some reason this really got to me.It's not without it's bias, but I think it has a right to have bias. Last night I took a bath and had a glass of wine at midnight I was so unhappy (of course I proceeded to vomit horribly after, beyootiful, but it was worth it :P) and thank christ for the modern world and comforts I have that I can do stuff like that. It goes to show that I'm really not equipped to deal with real life horrors. Then again, who is until you face them? Hummmmm. I can't get into stuff like this without having an enormous rambling debate with myself so I'll stop there.
(oh, and btw, for Alice. I meant the MUSIC of simon and garfunkle, I'm not entirely sure what they look like :P)
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| Monday, October 1st, 2007
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11:51 am - Hello darkness my old friend...
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I have fallen in love with Simon&Garfunkel. That is all.
(I'm not sure whether this is mock-worthy or not...)
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| Thursday, September 6th, 2007
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9:39 am - I am incredibly interesting and not at all a total knobend...
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I learnt an interesting thing about the word homosexual today, which may not be of interest or news to anyone else, but interested me :P 'Homo' can come from one of two places in language, 'homo' in latin meaning 'man' or 'homos' the ancient greek word for 'same'. In terms of the word homosexual, it actually comes from greek so means 'same sex' and not 'man sex' , so any man, woman or indeed other animal who prefers their own sex, is a homosexual and nothing else, so the term 'homosexuals AND lesbians' is in fact WRONG. So, HAH :p
I have used a ridiculous amount of quote marks here.
current mood:  hot
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| Thursday, May 10th, 2007
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12:37 pm - you mean we've got burglars? downstairs? in the sketching room?
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"Bloody hell! Neil Kinnock's grandparents were homosexual martians! Good thing I read that, I was gonna vote Labour."
current mood:  poorlysick
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11:47 am
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Tony Blair is about to make a speech announcing his resignation. Ahhh, Tone. Gonna miss ya... God I hope the country doesn't go back to being Tory. I'm not saying I would always vote labour, coz I wouldn't, but the general Tory principle of letting a select few become fat, rich bastards who will hopefully help out the less fortunate if they find the time, just seeems like a bad one to me. That's very simplistic, but there we have it, my brains full of cotton wool today.
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| Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
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7:05 pm
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Euurghh. Had a temperature of 103 this morning, enormously swollen glands covered in pus aaaand my head was about to fall off. Christ knows how i got down the the doctor. Been given a big pile of antibiotics anyways. Because it's bacterial. And has spread to both my ears. Apparently. Who knows. And I'm going to Leeds tomorrow. But it's all fine. I must see Sophie. I like sophie. Lalalalaaaa. I am so drugged up. Must take more drugs. Eurgh I'm so gross.
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| Tuesday, May 1st, 2007
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11:25 am
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| Monday, April 23rd, 2007
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12:33 pm
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I don't particularly like watching the kid from 3rd rock from the sun getting raped...
Mysterious skin is a good film though.
current mood:  discontent
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| Sunday, March 25th, 2007
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9:01 pm
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I bought a lovely dress today. 100% cotton, and white with little green bits, puffy BOSOM bits, anda floaty skirt thing. Bit girlier and LOVELIER than I usually go for, but, mmm. Anyhoo, yes, Sydney is good. Very good. Has all the elements of Barcelona that I loved, without the drawback of having to speak bloody Spanish all the time. :P Went to a very traditional Japanese restaurant last night, filled with Japanese people, and had lots of gorgeous sushi, Japanese beer etc etc. Yummmmmmmmm.
I was stung by a jellyfish just before coming to Sydney. Although, not strictly a jellyfish, a bluebottle (somehow related to the Portugese man-of-war, or something similar), and about 15 of the little buggers at that. Was very unfortunate, having only been in the sea for about 10 minutes (as and there are plenty of people who live in Australia and go swimming in these seas plenty), get sudden pain, and have to thrash my way out of the sea, and notice my leg is covered in all these tiny little blue things that had to search to pick off, then run screaming to a pharmacy. I have not cried from pain since falling over when I was a little girl and the like, but with this, I wailed, as it was so fricking relentless and was literally like my leg had been set on fire and been stabbed simultaneously. All the muscles in my leg eventually seized up and had to rest it for a day as it wouldn't move. Spent the next hour running round and round a table outside a cafe with all these Australians occasionally stopping by asking "Y'alright?" casually, and me basically screaming in their faces what had happened, which is greeted with a chuckle of "Aaahhh yeh, that hurts like buggery" and then wondering off. Bloody Australians. :P Anyhoo, my legs a lovely sight now.
Apologies for that ridiculously long account of my sting :P Haha.
I cannot express though how much I don't want to go home, especially not go back to Stamford. I could quite happily not return to that fricking town for as long as I live right now. Bah. I do miss my cats, miss have something to squeeze and cuddle. Though that's about it ^_^
I'm reading a very interesting book about Geisha's and their history throughout Japan and how they came to be etc and could bore you with endless facts. But I won't because I'm kind. And also because I have to go. Byeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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| Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
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2:53 pm
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Don't have time for a very long entry, as am in an internet cafe, but that's probably for the best, ha ha. Singapore was lovely, didn't get to spend much time there, though did manage to get thrown out of a mosque for being a whore. :P Should have known better really. Veeerry hot and muggy there.
Australia has been amaaaazing, so nice to see my two cousins that haven't seen in about 7 years again. It was the male one who was getting married, at 25, to an Australian girl he's been with for 6 years, and the wedding was the only one I've ever got emotional at, probably a mixture of age, and the fact that the last time I saw him he was a troubled chappie, as he was basically born brain damaged. But now he seems so lovely and mature. And Becky, the girl, reminds me of a mixture of me and my brother. And Alex. :P She's 28 and is with a very charming Aussie indepedent filmmaker. All very nice. Can't remember feeling so relaxed in a very long time. Australians are very nice, I'm ahead on Neighbours (exciting times to come :P), and there's far too much meat around. So have been eating lots of seafood.
Also, seen loooads of Kangaroos up close, very exciting, they are very very cute. And a parrot landed on my head, which was, er, interesting. :P Oh, and have been bodysurfing, haha. Mucho funo. Have taken thoouuusands of pics. Anyhoo, s'about all for now. Yiz.
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| Saturday, March 10th, 2007
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5:40 pm - Hmmm...
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Just had a mass amount of photos developed, and amongst them are really old ones of teenage birthday parties, holiday to Barcelona with Alex, random ones taken at school etc. Made me very happy to see a lot of them, as were lots of times I had forgotten. Also made me kinda sad though, to remember what I used to be like. I wasn't perfect, I was disorganised, lazy, kinda weird and shy, and I was still a sulker back then (and bugger me, I was not pretty :P) but I used to have fun. I was actually quite happy a lot of the time, and just made me sad, as for the last couple of years I have been pretty much nothing but unhappy, anxious, moody, self-obsessed, hiding from everything, and there's really no need to be, and nothing brings it home more than realising I was a hell of a lot more mature and happy when I was 15. Hmmmm.
Think I'll upload some when I can figure out how to get the scanner working.
Am excited though, headed off on fairly short travels in a couple of days (that is, if I don't have some horrible kidney infection as the hospital seem to think I might. I have been sent to the hospital too many times this past month, and in an ambulance once, very bizarre). People, expect presents from Hong Kong (albeit very cheap ones :P) cos apparently there's some really awesome markets, so excited, China!!
current mood:  touched
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| Saturday, February 10th, 2007
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6:52 pm - A friend in need is a friend indeed, a friend with weed is better...
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...a friend with breasts and all the rest, a friend who's dressed in leather.
If the Pope had Schizophrenia, how would he experience delusions of grandeur?
(Hahaha, now I've got an image in my head of the Pope marching up to to Heaven, and sitting on a cloud imagining he's God, accepting praise from his subjects while all the archangels etc just look at him thinking "...Poor crazy bastard. That's what happens when you appoint a Schizophrenic pope. Looks like God got that one wrong.")
That isn't actually funny at all, but I've really amused myself :P I might write a little story about that.
It would be called....."The Schizophrenic Pope, God, and God's little Dog". Even got an ingenious anagram in there :P Would have to work out how God's dog figured later....
I am a sad, lonely little person ^_^ ...I am lonely actually *sigh*
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6:45 pm
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Woke up this mornin' feelin' fine
There's somethin' special on my mind
Last night I met a new girl in the neighbourhood, whoa yeah
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
She's the kind of girl who's not too shy
And I can tell I'm her kind of guy
She danced close to me like I hoped she would
(she danced with me like I hoped she would)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
We only danced for a minute or two
But then she stuck close to me the whole night through
Can I be fallin' in love
She's everthing I've been dreamin' of
She's everthing I've been dreamin' of
I walked her home and she held my hand
I knew it couldn't be just a one-night stand
So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could
(I asked to see her and she told me I could)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin', ahhh)
I walked her home and she held my hand
I knew it couldn't be just a one-night stand
So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could
(I asked to see her and she told me I could)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
To something good, oh yeah, something good
(somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
To something good, something good, something good
Hahahahahahaha. Oh, I want to watch Naked Gun now.
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| Thursday, February 8th, 2007
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4:34 pm
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I'm sitting down getting a very wet ass in these pictures. I'm sitting on the radiator at the moment. Oooh, that's good.
That bottom one is actually just like looking at a picture of me when I was about 13. Weird.
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8:37 am
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The cat was following me around. He ran in after about 5 seconds, deciding it was too cold obviously.
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| Wednesday, February 7th, 2007
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8:16 pm
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Nrrrg, I just unearthed a big bunch of old Philip Larkin essays of mine, I'd forgotten what an arse he was. The one poem of his I remember enjoying was a really long one about a train journey observing all the depressing and not so depressing sights around him, including the people on the train. That one was ok.
I'm really not a big fan of poetry in general though. Like, I liked the Bell Jar, but Sylvia Plath's poem's can go on a long boat trip up my bum. And I really, really can't write it. :P
current mood:  blank
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| Monday, February 5th, 2007
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4:47 pm
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www.deadsilencemovie.net
Gaaaah. The film might be complete shite, as a lot of horror films are, but the concept (granted not a really original one) to me is one of the most terrifying things in the world, mainly because I live in enormous fear of things like dolls coming to life. Fuck fuck, I'm really jumpy now. I even found the Bride of Chucky scary for heaven's sake :P Having said that, I'm not nearly as bad as my brother, who can't even be in the same room as a doll, which of course creates lots of brilliant opportunities to make him scream like a woman.
God, I'm glad all my old porcelain dolls are in the loft. I keep expecting to see a glassy eye floating in the crack in the doorway. FUCK! I need to learn to control my thoughts!!
I've got that ridiculously terrifying episode of the X-files in my head now, with the little girl's doll who floats at people and makes them hurt themselves. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
current mood:  scared
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3:12 pm
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Right, that's it. I am not drinking again for quite a while (not that I get many opportunities to go out on the PISS anyway). I somehow managed to stay drunk AND hungover for the whole of sunday, and have just read some increasingly hideous texts i sent to some people, and I got so fantastically depressed and upset when I got back on Sunday night, I burst into tears for about half an hour and just fell asleep in my clothes to have lots of disturbing dreams. Yes. No booze. Will just do wholesome things like read and go jogging (pretty much all I do with my spare time anyway).
Have you noticed I have absolutely sod all to do today, so I keep posting in here? :P Actually, that's not true. There's plenty of things I could be doing in order to become a happier, more successful and more productive person, but ya know....I'm not. ^_^ (that's the first time I've used one of those type of smileys, as Alex uses them a lot and I don't want her to think I'm copying her, la dee da)
I have to go and see a psychologist about 'social anxiety' soon. That should be fun. Fun on a stick. And my parents don't know *shhhh*
I know this journal is incredibly self-obsessed, and reveals excessive overly-personal whining. But ya know. Only like 2 people read this and they're already quite familiar with my extensive shit side anyway. :P It is also fairly cathartic, if you're not good at telling people stuff. I could be a whole lot more revealing about myself, but no-one wants that. :)
Hmmmmm.....puppies.
current mood:  weird
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