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[12 Nov 2003|05:31pm] |
Today's Diary entry, written in Crampton's. Kind of a remote diary entry, if you like.
Another gruelling day at college, studying more Macbeth in protracted detail, and we have been set a mind numbingly complex essay. Six answers required as to why Shakespeare includes fucking witches in his play. I currently have three good ones at the most.
Now i'm in Cramptons, trying to forget my dwindling funds, by spending more of it on over priced lager. I don't care though, i'm not in pauper land just yet. But it's a niggling worry as always. I must stop throwing money at Stella.
Any other thoughts are minute. Spoke to Geoff last night, as good a conversation you're never likely to get. Escapism and fantastical reveries were part of the discussion. The love of "Letting your mind wander" and the virtues of letting your stress and anger out sometimes. By screaming, or acting. Perhaps this is why i want to be in the Playhouse. To emote, and so releasing everything that bothers me. I do this already in singing very loudly to myself.
I am then looking forward to my next few months. I feel confident about my academic studies, - if trepidacious of the next essay- and am willing to expand my ouevre. About fucking time. My personality has been locked for too long.
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[12 Nov 2003|05:58pm] |
INT: School Outing, Nature Reserve.
Teacher: Ok everyone...this nice man is going to show us some newts.
Man: Hello, children...
Kids: Hello, Mr Warden
Man: Have you seen newts before?
Kids: No!
Man: Would you like to see some?
Kids: Yay!
Man: Well, you can't. I boiled them all in piss and potato juice earlier. Ate them all, arses, feet and eyes and all. Now fuck off!
Kids: Wahh!!
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