| The talk day. |
[15 Oct 2003|07:53am] |
Slight nerves, which i attribute to normal feelings. However, i'm trying to remember what i want to talk about, but all i keep thinking is
"BADGERS! THOUSANDS OF THEM! LINED UP FOR THE FIRING SQUAD!"
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| Big old anti-climax. |
[15 Oct 2003|04:17pm] |
No talk today. For one thing, no classrooms were free for long enough for most of us to speak, coupled with the fact that the whole lesson was delayed by people sodding about with the first essay, which produced much unwanted time wasting for the first portion. Great. However, at least this means i shall be even better prepared. I could have easily done this today, but i care not if it is kept back for a week.
There was a massive spider in here earlier, happily occupying a newspaper on the seat my father is now sleeping in. I wonder if he has seen it. The spider is now absent. Either that or he has sat on it. I am intrigued to see what happens next.
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| Worrying |
[15 Oct 2003|04:17pm] |
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On my way up from the station, i was again in pain several times, in the left part of my chest. I could not breathe adequately without it tightening and acheing. I had to sit down twice on the short distance home. Clutching my chest and breathing heavily, this scared me. I'm only 27, so i don't know why i should be like this. Maybe the smoking is too much, although i'm not a very heavy smoker, having only been smoking since 21, and only smoke in the pub or in my bedroom.
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| Macbeth for dullards. |
[15 Oct 2003|04:33pm] |
Macbeth is really starting to give me a headache. It's rampant use of convoluted and ancient English is truly impenetrable. I had to read and answer several questions on the play, and just couldn't decipher the meanings until they were explained. I suppose this is the point of learning, but it's a tremendously annoying part of the course. Still, i can stomach it for a while. Next week, i KNOW i will be able to nail the talk. Seven days of refining it is not even necessary, to be honest. Macbeth for dimwitted simpletons like me:
Act 1 Scene 1:
Witch 1: It's a bit parky, ain't it ladies? Anyone got the old cauldron on? Fancy a brew mate.
Witch 2: That's purely for effect. We are supposed to be witches. Which effectively means we are twisting nature, and forming into a spooky weather altering euphamism for our own dastardly activities! Hee, and if you will, hee!
Witch: 3: With all respect, that's bollocks. It's because it's just always pissing down around here. We're simply three demented old women.
Witch 1: True. But let's go with it! HAIL!
Witch 2: Hail who?
Witch 1: Haven't decided yet. But we are soothsayers, of a sort. Might as well 'ave a bit of a chuckle, eh? Who's with me?
Witch: 2: *Sigh* I suppose so, the backgammon's getting boring, and i'm getting bored of bats. Fucking everywhere.
Witch 3: Alright, how about that geezer Macca? I hear he's a bit of a dodgy geez!
Witch 1: In what way?
Witch 3: He so obviously wants to be King. Check him out! I've seen him prancing up and down the street, dressed in nothing but a paper crown and screaming.
Witch 1: Wicked! Let's do it!
Witch 2: Where shall we three meet again?
Witch 1: Starbucks. I hate their burgers, but i can't be bothered to wait.
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| I'll have the rabbit. |
[15 Oct 2003|04:35pm] |
congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud
which happy bunny are you?
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[15 Oct 2003|04:41pm] |
Back in May, i took a holiday. That was nearly five months ago. Given the fact i have no real day off to just be by myself, this is a pain in the arse. My next one is less than two weeks away, thank christ.
I intend to use the time wisely, by lying around and doing absolutely nothing. I was going to visit Graham, but i don't think finances will permit this. I also simply do not have the energy. Drinking and debauchery are all very well when your body agrees to be involved. Mine voices it's concerns by not working. As in earlier this afternoon.
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