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[17 Dec 2003|02:15am]
[ mood | melancholy ]

I would write a nice long entry, but seen as I've not done very much today, except my tasks as a domestic goddess and going to the quiz, which went rather well (16/20, which is good for us) I probably won't make it.

Kel and I had another cool chat about Ray (I decided, hell, why not use his real name, it's not as if he's ever going to read this). She thinks I should just email him, that it'd probably make his day if I did. He emailed me very randomly last new years just to say happy new year - that's all it said. He's not really a 'salutations of the year' person and he's never done that with me before (in two years worth of email), and I'm still wondering why he did it.
It is rather nerve-wracking emailing him first though. I always feel like I shouldn't bother him, like he has so much going on in his life already (and he has a lot, he's one busy bunny) that why would he need or want me? Admittedly, he didn't seem to mind much when I used to bother him randomly at school...
I used to knock on his door every so often (every two/three weeks or so) and just see if he would chat to me for a bit and usually he would. The first few times I always went with an excuse, but then it seemed like I needed one less and less. It never became a routine and it never got any less scary, but I would get to missing him and so I would go again because I knew if I didn't I wouldn't see him or speak to him.

But since we left school it seems like I don't have the right to do that anymore. I mean, I'm not sure how he thinks of our relationship - whether it's friendship or not. And like I say, I always feel like he's got loads of friends already, why would he want me?

It's really frightening now, because I'm used to being away from him and though I still miss him an awful lot, I don't ache for him that old way I used to, because I don't see him anymore, I don't hear his voice or smell his skin. The physical craving has dissipated. But it comes back...oh god does it come back.

I'm worried he thinks I've forgotten about him. How ironic would that be?! Here am I, worried about him, missing him and he's wherever he is, thinking I've moved on.
I haven't.
I dreamt about him last night.

2 secret journeys| you will see light in the darkness

[15 Dec 2003|08:10am]
[ mood | cold ]
[ music | The Today Programme::Radio 4 ]

I just got back from an hour's walk in the very very cold-ness at 5.30 in the morning. I went up to school because I was missing Ray and I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't settle - which is not usual for me, I spent most of the last two days asleep. Maybe that's it.

But I missed him, very much.
And I got some really crappy news at the pub last night, which I don't want to talk about, and that made me feel even worse. I just felt numb, sitting up in the front room at home and sitting in bed, looking at his picture. So I went to the only place that I feel really close to him. I thought maybe he'd be having a morning stroll in the extreme coldness, but if he was, I missed him.

you will see light in the darkness

[15 Dec 2003|07:39am]
Seen as Blurty seems to be very ill at the moment, I've taken advantage of the new situation at LJ and made myself a new journal. Which means I now have three. But this'll still be the main one, I should think.
you will see light in the darkness

[14 Dec 2003|11:03pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

I hate my life.
I'm too upset to talk about it really, so I don't know why I'm even posting this.
Blurty's database is down so I can't make myself forget with the internet.

I just wish that there was one friend that I could talk to that wasn't miles and miles away.
I just wish someone understood how shitty I've been feeling about myself and this crappy world for the last four years.
I wish I had someone to hold.
I wish I didn't cry so much - that it might not be so easy to hurt me.
I don't want to be alone anymore - I just can't stand it.

you will see light in the darkness

[12 Dec 2003|07:47pm]
[ mood | rejuvenated ]
[ music | Dead Man's Rope::Sting ]

Muhahhahh! I am free!
- Sorry, let the inner demon out for a sec. I'll just push him back in....
*much hammering and groaning, possibly thunder and cats sqealing for good measure, a la Goon Show sound FX*
....'Kay, better now.;)

Hehehe.
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Much time has passed, 'tis now midnight. I've had much needed sleep *big satisfied smile* and some quality tv watching time where I don't have to feel guilty that I'm not working! And in a bit I'm going back upstairs to watch 'Sleepy Hollow' which I still haven't watched, despite the fact that we've had it on video for about six months!

on R. )

So, Kelly and I on Sunday....
If it hasn't become obvious from previous posts, sometimes I don't actually enjoy going to the pub with my friends that much. We go to the pub down the road from our old school, near to where Emma lives, a bit further from where Kelly lives and half an hour's walk up some truly evil Sheffield hills from where I live. But we've been doing it since the last year of school. We go for the quizzes they have on Sundays and Tuesdays, which we're not very good at but have a go at anyway. It gives us a chance to see each other and Kelly a chance to ogle her old men eye-candy (she's like me, but without the taste;))
Now, it's great to see them sometimes. Sometimes it's just what I need, but sometimes it depesses me utterly for reasons I'm not quite sure of, even now.

My friend Emma is one of those people who talk obsessively about themselves and honestly think that you'll always be interested. She brings her family, friends and boyfriend to the pub with her. In fact she just sent me a text asking if she could bring another person I've never met to do the quiz with us. It's not that I mind all the time, in fact it doesn't bother me as much as it used to when we were at uni. Because I missed home and my mates so much when I was in Durham and when I would come, everything Emma and Kel said was a reminder that they were having a great time at uni, with their new friends and actually didn't like coming home that much. And bringing people that I don't know along shuts me up, because I'm pretty rubbish at talking to strangers. So if I was feeling bad I couldn't talk to my friends who I hadn't see or spoken to for two months, because Emma's perfect life had invaded us.

On angst again. Lets get it out there instead of letting it fester! )

I just get hurt by her stories, I'm not really sure why.

So anyway, last Sunday she made herself scarce for about fifteen minutes talking to her 17 year old friend Dan, who she's convinced fancies her (that's another thing - we never see all these people who fancy her so much and it always makes me feel about two inches high, no-one ever does that to me) and me and Kel had a really good, proper, friends talk. Which we don't do very often.
I was feeling kinda low, and when I feel like that I'm probably quite a challenge to be around. I want them to try and make me feel better, not just tell me to snap out of it. Talk to me, because that almost always makes me feel better, and in half an hour I'll be feeling like a selfish idiot because I was depressed.
we talked about men and how I feel inadequate because I don't have a boyfriend and most everyone else does - it's that pesky competitive streak again, I'm afraid. Kelly doesn't, as it happens, so it makes me feel better that I'm not the only one!
And we talked about R. She thinks I should email him soon if I miss him, because he probably misses me too and it's encouraging to hear stuff like that from Kelly, because she didn't usually express an opinion on him that much. It was good to hash over the old stuff that happened at school, just to reassure myself that it did happen, and take stock of things.

I said I'd forgotten it all now, didn't I?! But it was good at the time. It nourishes the soul I think, because I don't get connections like that with my friends as often as I feel I should. I have my mum for that pretty much, but I can't really talk to her about R., or only in a jokey way.

So connection was had. And we'll have to see if by some miraculous fortune it happens again on Sunday. But if Emma's friend does come (and it's not as if I can say no, is it?) don't hold your breath!

you will see light in the darkness

[12 Dec 2003|03:24am]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | Dead Man's Rope::Sting ]

I think I might actually have finished.
*phew* I don't think I believed it'd ever be over!

I don't know really why I'm obsessively updating about this! Something to do I suppose.
I keep meaning to update with interesting things, but so far this essay has really been getting in the way of that, but hey - I can use the train journeys tomorrow to write Phoenix. Wahey!!
For instance, Kelly and I had a really good talk for once on Sunday night, and I've been too busy to write anythig about it. Though not too busy to take three Enneagram tests hey? ;)

I will, I promise, talk more about it tomorrow - bed now. And possibly proof-reading.

2 secret journeys| you will see light in the darkness

[12 Dec 2003|02:30am]
[ mood | busy ]
[ music | Sacred Love::Sting ]

I'm still here.

I just don't want to write about the Ludi Saeculares (Secular Games, which are not even remotely secular by our meaning of the word as they are infact a religious festival of renewal!). Who could blame me? ;)

However, I'm not tired really, and I don't have to get up at that criminally early hour of the morning that I normally do on Fridays tomorrow, so I can stay in bed a little longer;)

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Ok, this is random and off topic )
But I miss him, and it's nice to feel like he's around, smiling his lost puppy smile at strangers. Enjoy kids!

4 secret journeys| you will see light in the darkness

[11 Dec 2003|08:26pm]
[ mood | productive ]
[ music | Send Your Love::Sting ]

Those elusive Enneagram test results are in again. I thought I'd post these one, as I agree slightly more with them. However, can I just say this: I am not close-minded! I am about the least close-minded person I know! Working on my definition of close-minded, which would be someone who never looks outside themselves for answers and needs to make everything and everybody conform to an unspoken pattern. I like patterns as much as the next person, but I don't try and impose arbitrary ones on things, and particularly not on people! Ok, disclaimer rant over, on with the results:

Advanced Enneagram Test Results
Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||||||| 64%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||| 47%
Type 3 Ambition |||||||||||||||||| 80%
Type 4 Sensitivity |||||||||||||| 60%
Type 5 Detachment |||||||||||||||||| 71%
Type 6 Anxiety |||||||||||||| 58%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||| 25%
Type 8 Hostility |||||||||||||| 58%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||| 40%
Your Conscious-Surface type is 3w4
Your Unconscious-Overall type is 3w4
Take Free Advanced Enneagram Personality Test




main type / mean type motivations
1 - perfectionism to attract love
2 - helpfulness to attract love
3 - achievement to attract love
4 - insecurity to attract love
5w4 - knowledge to attract freedom
5w6 - knowledge to acquire freedom
6 - security to acquire pleasure
7 - experience/fun to acquire pleasure
8 - control to acquire pleasure
9 - peace to acquire pleasure

main type / mean type examples
5/4 - uses knowledge to show insecurity (brooding writer)
8/2 - uses control to help others (ceo of humanitarian organization)
3/7 - uses achievement to experience more of life (travel magazine journalist)
4/6 - uses insecurity to be more secure (waif fashion model)
1/9 - uses perfectionism to have a more peaceful life (librarian)

type score type behavior motivation
3 56 I must be impressive and successful to get what I want.
5 50 I must be knowledgable and independent to get what I want.
1 45 I must be perfect and good to get what I want.
4 42 I must be insecure and/or special to get what I want.
6 41 I must be secure and safe to get what I want.
8 41 I must be strong and in control to get what I want.
2 33 I must be helpful and caring to get what I want.
9 28 I must be peaceful and easy to get along with to get what I want.
7 18 I must be energetic and entertaining to get what I want.

Hmmmm.
It usually gives me 4w3, which probably is more like me, based not on their descriptions, but on this one:

The Sensitive, Withdrawn Type:
Expressive, Dramatic, Self-Absorbed, and Temperamental

Basic Fear: That they have no identity or personal significanceThis is how I've been feeling recently to a tee
Basic Desire: To find themselves and their significance (to create an identity)
Enneagram Four with a Three-Wing: "The Aristocrat"
Enneagram Four with a Five-Wing: "The Bohemian"


Profile Summary for the Enneagram Type Four
Healthy: Self-aware, introspective, on the "search for self," aware of feelings and inner impulses. Sensitive and intuitive both to self and others: gentle, tactful, compassionate. / Highly personal, individualistic, "true to self." Self-revealing, emotionally honest, humane. Ironic view of self and life: can be serious and funny, vulnerable and emotionally strong. At Their Best: Profoundly creative, expressing the personal and the universal, possibly in a work of art. Inspired, self-renewing and regenerating: able to transform all their experiences into something valuable: self-creative.
This is more like me, I hope.

Average: Take an artistic, romantic orientation to life, creating a beautiful, aesthetic environment to cultivate and prolong personal feelings. Heighten reality through fantasy, passionate feelings, and the imagination. / To stay in touch with feelings, they interiorize everything, taking everything personally, but become self-absorbed and introverted, moody and hypersensitive, shy and self-conscious, unable to be spontaneous or to "get out of themselves." Stay withdrawn to protect their self-image and to buy time to sort out feelings. / Gradually think that they are different from others, and feel that they are exempt from living as everyone else does. They become melancholy dreamers, disdainful, decadent, and sensual, living in a fantasy world. Self-pity and envy of others leads to self-indulgence, and to becoming increasingly impractical, unproductive, effete, and precious.
I don't think this bit is particularly accurate, I'm not that nasty! It's possible that I veer from Healthy to unhealthy and miss this bit out however!

Unhealthy: When dreams fail, become self-inhibiting and angry at self, depressed and alienated from self and others, blocked and emotionally paralyzed. Ashamed of self, fatigued and unable to function. / Tormented by delusional self-contempt, self-reproaches, self-hatred, and morbid thoughts: everything is a source of torment.So far so good... Blaming others, they drive away anyone who tries to help them.I don't do this though, I pester people in my way til they help me Despairing, feel hopeless and become self-destructive, possibly abusing alcohol or drugs to escape. In the extreme: emotional breakdown or suicide is likely. Generally corresponds to the Avoidant, Depressive, and Narcissistic personality disorders. Yay.

basically right
Key Motivations: Want to express themselves and their individuality, to create and surround themselves with beauty, to maintain certain moods and feelings, to withdraw to protect their self-image, to take care of emotional needs before attending to anything else, to attract a "rescuer" this bit is rubbish, if anything I like being the rescuer myself!

But I'm in good company:
Examples: Ingmar Bergman, Alan Watts, Sarah McLachlan, Alanis Morrisette, Paul Simon, Jeremy Irons, Patrick Stewart, Joseph Fiennes, Martha Graham, Bob Dylan, Miles Davis, Johnny Depp, Anne Rice, Rudolph Nureyev, J.D. Salinger, AnaƮs Nin, Marcel Proust, Maria Callas, Tennessee Williams, Edgar Allan Poe, Annie Lennox, Prince, Michael Jackson, Virginia Woolf, Judy Garland, "Blanche DuBois" (Streetcar Named Desire).
you will see light in the darkness

[11 Dec 2003|05:10pm]
[ mood | bored ]
[ music | Inside::Sting ]

Concentration is becoming something of an issue! One more day, one more trip to Leeds and then I can do more of what I want to do. I'll still have an essay to write (Elegy again, Ovid's use of mythology), and probably another to research (Religion, on emperor-cult and deification of men) and I should start planning my dissertation over Christmas too, but that will be fun;), for it will be about the Aeneid.

So hopefully there'll be a bit more Phoenix coming up. Fingers crossed.

I think I should probably make myself a timetable for the holidays. But I suck at keeping to self-made timetables!

you will see light in the darkness

[11 Dec 2003|01:11pm]
[ mood | disappointed ]
[ music | the sound of ER from the next room ]

Another day of essay writing ahead of me. Blurgh. This makes me not happy. I did my whole, 'just ten more minutes' thing about 8 times this morning before I finally got up. But hey, it shouldn't actually take that long and I'm not so worried about it anymore after talking to Prof. Levene yesterday.

I wish I wasn't so competitive sometimes. Losing sucks.
Perhaps I'll be unappreciated in my time. Hmmm. *brave face smile*

you will see light in the darkness

[11 Dec 2003|12:45am]
[ mood | exhausted ]
[ music | Letting the Cables Sleep::Bush (in my head) ]

I just got back from seeing Eddie Izzard. :D
Woah. I think that's the only way to describe seeing one of Eddie's shows on five hours of sleep and essay stress. Good god that man rocks.

He talked about flies and Yemen and Lambourghinis and monks and monkeys and Sheffield (yay! he actually went to university here so he may not have just been playing to his audience) and Rome and Achilles and Ajax and the Dark Ages and bags full of cats and the Doppler effect and transvetites being similar to superheroes and American airport check-ins and Mars and oh, everything!

We were quite near the back so I could only really see him on the big screen that was behind him, he was just this tiny bright blue (from the spotlights) figure on the stage, but he did, of course, look fab in his longish blue coat - cut a bit like a longer version the Sgt. Pepper Beatles outfits and his leather mini-skirt;)

He's just so fab and sorted. I luff him muchly:)
Five people can play the clarinet in the world and they make quite a beautiful wooden noise. I played it like a fog horn being dragged through a place where fog horns shouldn't be dragged.

And Achilles....Immortal man! Immortal body! Except he had an Achilles heel. What an irony!

I..I wiped the file? I wiped ALL the files? I wiped the INTERNET? I don't even have a modem!

Hehehe;)

2 secret journeys| you will see light in the darkness

[07 Dec 2003|01:22am]
[ mood | sad ]

I feel prolific today;)

People continue strange.

Why is is that if I search for people with 'older men' as an interest I get freaky sex obsessed types? Or men looking to cheat on their wives? What is with that exactly?! I am not open to older guys because I'm a nymphomaniac - rather the opposite. And whole communities created based on crushes on teachers? I'm here to tell you guys that it is not a good idea, trust me, I know.

Anyway - I'm still stressing about this damn essay and all I really want to do is get somewhere with my submission for the writingprojects awards. I thought we had much longer actually, and then I checked my friends page and saw misscharlie's reminder. Shit.

Anyway - I was on track to feel seriously alienated again, hence the manic updating today - to get me to think about something else. Sometimes I think that my retreat to the lighthouse plan isn't such a bad one. Then I remember how miserable I was in Durham and I re-think the strategy.

I miss R. again. Mum is apt to say things that make me feel as if I shouldn't. I guess she's just trying to say whatever she feels needs to be said, but it sets my guilt off. And as we've discovered lately, it doesn't really take much to set my guilt off. The bizarre thing is that my parents don't get this guilt thing at all. They also don't really understand my competitive streak, which again they don't share. Hmmm, I wonder who's genetic inheritance that is then, or what promoted it's growth in me.

Ah, the guilt thing. Is this as good a time as any to go into my guilt over R.? Well, lets see how far I get.
Well there are plenty of things to be guilty over that aren't my fault, but a by-product of this horrible situation. These are all things that he will also be able to feel guilty about, probably to a much greater extent that me as they're all rooted in his life and not mine. But let me just take this opportunity to say that falling in love with a married man is not much fun, and I don't recommend it. Don't think badly of him - he's an honest guy and nothing happened that could possibly count as adultery. But feelings continue and like I said a few entries ago, I see the truth now in what I didn't dare believe then. I feel lost and confused by life and what is expected of me as a 21 year old British girl. I'm just not what they are. All I want is to curl up with him and try and take that sadness out of his eyes.

Is that something I should feel guilty about?

2 secret journeys| you will see light in the darkness

[06 Dec 2003|10:42pm]
[ mood | angry ]
[ music | Monstrous Regiment::Terry Pratchett ]

I was just so angry that I have to talk about this, or it'll fester.

This is the user information for the redheadhate community:

Do you HATE Redheads too?

There is were we discuss our hate for these ugly freaks.
Yes they are genetic defects!

Join here now.
Fill out the survery below.

*Survey*
Your Age/Gender/Location?
Do you hate Redheads?
Why?
Do you think men hate them too?
What's the worst Redhair/eye color combo?
Ugliest celebrity Redhead?
What color should a redhead dye their hair?
Is it just their hair that is ugly? EXPLAIN:


This is a selection of the interests: (and I'll bold the more shocking ones)
auburn, blood, bloody, bright red, celtics are gross, cherry, crimson, dark red, eww, fire crotch, firey, flame, freaks, freckles, frizzy hair, fugly, ginger, ginners, hair, hair color, hair dye, hate redheads, hideous, irish suck, mutants, mutated, no more red, pale skin, plain, real of readheads sucks, red hair, red sucks, redhead hate, redheads, redheads are ugly, redheads suck, rouge, skin, strawberry, ugly, ugly pale skin, worst hair color

What have I said a hundred bloody times before? The last bastion of acceptable prejudice, particularly in the UK. You're not allowed to criticise someone, or hate someone particularly, for the colour of their skin, but how about the colour of their hair? Oh no, that's ok.

Now, I have red hair, as will probably be perfectly obvious by now, although I think this would still make me angry if I didn't. I spent a long time getting the piss taken out of me because of it. Luckily for me it is not that particular ginger/red shade that I think these lovely people are probably so vehemently opposed to, and all my life I have had adults who have told me how beautiful it is. And it is, short or long, it's thick and lovely auburn hair. That's a kind of darker ginger, for those who must persist in their foolishness.
But it's still enough to make you different, enough to make you miserable if you let it. I still get tremors inside if someone shouts "Ginner!" (i.e. ginger) in the street, which people sometimes do. Fortunately for me, I never thought that being different was anything to be ashamed of, quite the contrary. I would just say a big Fuck You to all those who it seemed to bother. But I still get defined by the colour of my hair, and no one thinks twice about it.

Somehow having red hair makes you some kind of an extreme: angry, whorish, ugly, weird, whatever. Those are all common red hair stereotypes that you'll find in films and tv and advertising. And I resent every last one of them. I've no idea if this is another peculiarly British thing or what, I only know it makes me furious angry. So I must conform to at least one of the stereotypes, right? Wrong.

It's the same kind of bull-headed, unthinking, immature prejudice against anything that makes anyone else different from you (and lets face it red heads are very much the minority in the hair colour stakes) that ruins people's self esteem and sense of worth. People who aren't like me, who don't have the defence of wanting to be different, people who just want to get on with other people. And I know first hand about that kind of bullying, because that's just what it is, I had it - and not just because of red hair, I had plenty of other things that people could pick on. I know that burning feeling of embarrassment and pain. And if it happened to me now I'd probably want to cut. Destruction breeds destruction. What a fab world we live in.

Now, I'm sure at this point I could be accused of over-exaggeration. Well, maybe so, but you know what they say about little acorns. (And if you don't know what they say about little acorns, well you've probably lost my thread already, so I'm not overly bothered.)
But notice what kind of semantics are being used here: hate, freaks, genetic defects, mutants, do men hate them too?
So, I'm less than a proper human, who deserves to be scorned, something is inherently wrong with me, and I couldn't possibly attract a mate.
Right.
Ring any bells with anyone?
Yeah, right there with you. Have been for some time. I'm still half waiting to be stoned to death in the street some days.

Why is difference so frightening? I embrace it - diversity is what keeps us going, what keeps us fresh and alive. These people want some of it's representatives stamped out.
I'm not really trying to equate a silly girl who created a community (which as yet has no members) on a journal site with some of the more prolific exponents of hate against specific groups of people based on what they look like or their genetic heritage (And I think we can all guess who I mean here). It would be over the top to do so, because those prolific exponents had power and influence and, more importantly and more horrifyingly, brains, at their disposal. xxcoralxx clearly does not.

19 secret journeys| you will see light in the darkness

[06 Dec 2003|06:45pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

Ah hell, I still love him so much. I spent last night imagining I was in his arms, pressed against his chest.
I read some of Emma Shaw's old letters from school and uni back again last night. I was such an idiot. I read them now, with the benefit of distance and time and realise what a bloody idiot I was. And Emma is my friend who is not apt to over-exaggeration like Maria is, but they both told me the same things, for years, thing that I was too afraid to believe that now seem so obvious.

I wonder what he felt, who he talked to. What he thought about when he thought of me, how his body felt when he was looking at me with that wonderful light in his eyes. Everybody could see that in him, the way his face changed, the way I made him more beautiful. They didn't think we looked wrong together, but right. And when we spoke together no one wanted to interrupt us incase they were stumbling on something private.

I didn't dare believe he loved me then, but now I think I know, and I think I understand. He'll always be my first love, even if he isn't my first lover and so he'll always be with me, and I hope I'll always be with him. I'm just praying that he's not unhappy, and that he'll be ok. He's too proud to say anything to anyone, so I just have to hope.

you will see light in the darkness

[05 Dec 2003|10:09am]
Just got an email back from Prof. Levene - and he's a sweetheart! Just says not to worry and come and see him Tuesday or Wednesday next week. Bless! I'm always so glad when people turn out nicer than you expect.
you will see light in the darkness

[05 Dec 2003|10:07am]
INFJ - "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1.5% of total population.
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ISFJ - "Conservator". Desires to be of service and to minister to individual needs - very loyal. 13.8% of total population.
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Now, I guess these could both be me. I tied (put the middle answer) on a fair amount of questions and the site says that if you did that it probably just splits the tie randomly. But of the two, I think I prefer the first - big shock there!

Just took the Enneagram/Myers Briggs test and got another result!:
INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.
Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test

And yet again, I feel that my enneagram test result is wrong, even though it's the one I keep on getting. Oh well, they're just random tests I guess. I don't think they'd do very well quantifying my personality.
you will see light in the darkness

[05 Dec 2003|09:10am]
[ mood | anxious ]
[ music | Monstrous Regiment::Terry Pratchett ]

Dear god in heaven I hate writing 'I'm not coming into class today' emails! Next to writing to R. it's gotta be the hardest thing. I'm writing to Professor Levene to say I'm not coming (for my fortnightly humiliation). I felt really ill yesterday, but I am fibbing a bit today. However, the whole point of going to see him today was to show him an essay draft that I was going to write yesterday but couldn't. I just think it's better to have something to show him on Monday than nothing at all to show him today. Like I said yesterday - my body just has the worst timing. I have an undiagnosed pain in my lower stomach which I've never had before - so quite interesting!

Now this month I really do have to go to the doctor's and see about getting put on the pill. That's probably what they'll offer to make my period pain better - that's what they offered last time. I suppose I'd have to go on it anyway eventually so best to get it over with. So that's my fun job for the week after next. Next week I have to write my essay. I have to write my other essay for the following four weeks, but I also don't have to go to Leeds. Yay!

I think that the only thing that can make me ill is me. I think that stress made me ill last time - I've never had flu before or even anything remotely like it. The only thing that ever kept me off school was my period pain, which has always been nasty. It's not just some random aching, we're talking can't walk, can't think, can't move. Need hot water (bath, hot water bottle) and breathing exercises or singing to make it bearable. It really knocks me out for the whole day. It's been kinda better recently, but I think it lessens or worsens depending on how I feel myself - right now I'm very stressed and that can't possibly help with muscle cramp based pain!

Anyway. Off to the doctors soon, and not going to Leeds today, which alone is a huge relief. Every other Friday I get that dread feeling you get before exams - for about six hours. Not fun.

you will see light in the darkness

[04 Dec 2003|12:01pm]
[ mood | nauseated ]

Here I am again, at home, with my famous monstrous period pain, having just spent three hours in the bath trying to get rid of some of said pain, with a huge essay draft to write for tomorrow morning. Hmmm, what to do?

Damn my body. It just has the best timing!

you will see light in the darkness

[03 Dec 2003|10:08am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

I'm not going to Leeds today :D
Because I decided that I just won't get anything done at all if I do, and one day is not enough to write a monster essay for Professor Levene. Actually, I'm not sure that any amount of days would be enough.

I also found this:

you are darkcyan
#008B8B

Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well.

Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right.

Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively.
the spacefem.com html color quiz

....which was nice ;)
4 secret journeys| you will see light in the darkness

[02 Dec 2003|11:16pm]
[ mood | sore ]
[ music | Monstrous Regiment::Terry Pratchett, read by Tony Robinson ]

GODDAMN!! This thing is just cursing me at the moment - I don't know what I pressed, but my bloody entry just disappeared! Grrr, I hate that!

So, anyway......
Now I've completely forgotten what I was just talking about.

Well, I was going to go on about my plot bunnies, of which there are kinda three, although one is very sketchy.
First Phoenix. Now, I did write a bit more of this last Friday, but not a great deal. I just can't seem to concentrate on it at the moment, mainly because I've got so much legitimate work that I should be doing instead. Like I couldn't write today, I could only make notes on what I'd already written, which I suppose is just as useful. But I'm a word-count obsessive, it makes me feel good when I see a big number in the words column! But it's definitely coming along. It's a weird feeling for me becaue I'm used to what I write just randomly coming to me, as is. that's just how I used to write when I was at school, and I honestly thought that I could only be an intuitive writer, because that's how I did everything I was then good at (English, classics, and art particularly). But now because I've been made to think about how I do things, work things out, make decisions, how I think, I know that I can do it this way too. Durham taught me that much! And I've learnt so much from the Latin literature I've already read, just by osmosis, that I feel much better prepared than I was then. I still feel vaguely guilty that I didn't do English at university, because there are big gaps in my knowledge, but I also figure that this is what libraries exist for, and I can teach myself about whoever takes my interest, without having to pay for the privilege. But I'd still love to do Oxford's English course!

Plot bunny two is my soul trapped inside a ring idea. I want to write it like a fairy tale (an Angela Carter style fairy tale), but i'm not sure how to go about it, so I'm going to carry on re-reading Carter and hope that it helps!

Plot bunny three is not a plot at all really, just an idea for the writingprojects awards Magic topic. And when I suggested it I didn't have the faintest clue what I could write for it, it just sounded like it had potential. So anyway, there was this thing, just a half page really, of (again) fairytale like prose that came to me at school. I was thinking about R. and ways to describe him. Now, I did write this when I was 18, so have pity;)

Prince of dark places, a fairytale monarch, cloaked and hooded with a disembodied soul. He had not relinquished his childhood obsession with appearances. His glamour was a thick and self-manufactured one, cloaking him, hiding him. He is a man drawn out on tenterhooks, in an unconscious state of nervous tension, stretched and shaped into something he no longer quite recognises. He is pulled and twisted, taut and defensive, his back and shoulders are lines of dead soldiers. He pushes through the embarrassment swollen with imaginary pride, making himself believe. A smile is lost somewhere in the darkness at the back of his eyes. It dances like the devil in his lashes, he is stained with a little sunlight yet.

I'm still quite fond of the last line, mostly because I can never work out quite what I want it to mean.
I could definitely work this into a magic type piece, because I've already done a lot of thinking about charms, glamours, summonings and so on in connection with R. And yes, all my writing will probably continue to be about him until something, or someone, equally inspiring comes along. After six years I still find him fascinating and beautiful. He's still my Muse. Actually that's another idea I want to explore, the idea of a male Muse.

So, it's nearly the witching hour, and another day wasted (ooo - good first line, no?), so I'd best be to bed. I've got the draft of that essay for Prof. Levene to write for Friday morning. :( Nervous? Uh huh!

1 secret journey| you will see light in the darkness

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