Monthly Archive for April, 2010

No Good.

So done all my uni coursework, I have three exams starting in like four days. I’ve barely done any revision and I’m blatantly not going to get a first anymore. My last two coursework essays have pulled my marks right down, which is a pile of shit, who puts two essay hand in dates the day before your dissertation is in. I mean FFS.

I’ll need to get firsts in all my exams to get a first overall, and seeing as counselling is a pile of fucking balls that had pretty much no teaching, it’s not going to happen.

So gutted. I barely want to try anymore. This is SHIT.

Nails.

The other morning I filed, buffed and polished my nails, as they were the longest they’ve been for ages -proud moment. Today -after one afternoon of revision they’re mostly gone. I hate stress, and worry. Bite bite bite fuck off.

I really don’t get, also, why the man on the check out in Tesco can’t comprehend the fact that if you have a horizontally packaged lasagne; you don’t pack it vertically. I’ve told him twice before, and today I was not in the mood. I gave him my tone of voice, and asked ‘Can you not do that’ (doesn’t sound too menacing but it’s all in the tone), and when he asked me if I had a club card I said ‘No’ as if in someway I was getting back at him. I wasn’t going to inconvenience myself finding my club card just because he asked me. Dick.

So I’m home now, and I’ve eaten way too many Kettle chips, I feel so freaking sick. Blerh.

Pizza Tears.

Ordering Pizza Hut online made me cry.

That’s why it sucks being a girl. Or moreso just having hormones will do it.

Musique.

The XX – ‘Islands’ I’ve been in love with this song for a while now, ever since my brother told me to check it out. I like a lot of their songs but this one is particularly nice and amazing.

I’m also in love with Paolo Nutini’s song ‘Candy’. My cousin danced to it at her wedding at christmas – but it has some different reet emotional connotations with it.

Last song I want to mention is The National – ‘Fake Empire’. Band and a half, Voice and a half, Lyrics and a half ♥

Stay out super late tonight
picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us

we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Tiptoe through our shiny city
with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders

we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything at once
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky

we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire