If someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Interesting theory, especially as I would love to have a sheep.
Hmmmm.
Discuss
Friday, April 28
Wednesday, April 26
Sunday, April 23
The future?
Oh, this peppers my asparagus. I love the internet.
Clicky to make it bigger, save it- pass around, whatever.
Clicky to make it bigger, save it- pass around, whatever.
Thursday, April 20
49%
Thats what I got for an essay retuned to me today.
Which begs the question- "is that the best you can do?"
and if not, what happened?
With nothing else BUT Uni to do 49% is a fucking atrocious mark. Especially for 3rd year. I'm supposed to have a degree in 3 weeks. And that kind of a mark is coming back to me.
Which begs the question- "Is it time to accept that, although you'd love to be, you aren't, any kind of environmental manager?"
Is it time to cut my losses and run. Put it down to experiance and have the guts to say " I'm just not good enough"
The bitterest part of today has been that, in true cliche fashion, I've just let myself down- Where do you run to when it's your own self who's looking at you with poorly disguised disgust?
So where to now? I'm finding it harder and harder to pick myself up off the floor these days. And I'm so close to this degree, this thing that I've been aiming for , for so long, I don't want to fuck up, but I have no past acheivements to look back on. This would be it. My big acheivement in life, and so many people supporting me. And I'm going to let them all down.
Friday, April 14
Dangerous Dave
Just for Russ: heres your fav bunny enjoying some grass.
I've popped a few more up on Flickr.
I've popped a few more up on Flickr.
Not ONE?
There's something distressing about not getting any comments when You've posted something on the blog. Very distressing indeed.
Almost as distressing as realising that I can't for the life of me spell 'definitely'. I always get in there with the 'e' in the wrong place. That bloody 'e' I hate it. I can't even think of a word like 'definitely'.
'almost positive' perhaps? Nope, it's not happening.
Now if I could just breathe through my nose....
Welcome to my world of the Spring Cold. It hid itself as hayfever but proved unresponsive to antihistimines. Fear not! it was beaten down by St Lemsip of the blessed lemon.
But it has not left. It is merely hiding and making me bogey lots and make "snooork" noises though my nostrils and wake up feeling like a big hairy wallaby has kipped in my mouth.
GO AWAY COLD!
Almost as distressing as realising that I can't for the life of me spell 'definitely'. I always get in there with the 'e' in the wrong place. That bloody 'e' I hate it. I can't even think of a word like 'definitely'.
'almost positive' perhaps? Nope, it's not happening.
Now if I could just breathe through my nose....
Welcome to my world of the Spring Cold. It hid itself as hayfever but proved unresponsive to antihistimines. Fear not! it was beaten down by St Lemsip of the blessed lemon.
But it has not left. It is merely hiding and making me bogey lots and make "snooork" noises though my nostrils and wake up feeling like a big hairy wallaby has kipped in my mouth.
GO AWAY COLD!
Tuesday, April 11
no!!! really?
You make my chain mail rust
I wandered over to Russ' blog for a bit of a looksie at what he's been up to. Not much apart from a bit of misdirection on his part. I did, however, find out that Mark Billingham someone russ rattles on about a fair amount was in the fanastic "Maid Marion and her merry men"- A much beloved show of me as a yoof. That changes everything. What a show. God lurv it. Sorry Mr Billingham, I've not read any of your books yet but I did fancy you when I was 14. It was the mud and the gormless expression.
Now THATS fancy!
I got posh pants. Nice posh pants with little ribbony bits in acute girly bow at the front. I zipped my trousers up, With the girly ribbony bits ON THE OUTSIDE of the zip. I wonder why I'm getting horrified/admiring looks. Look down. I appear to have dreadlocked pubes.
I rock.
I wandered over to Russ' blog for a bit of a looksie at what he's been up to. Not much apart from a bit of misdirection on his part. I did, however, find out that Mark Billingham someone russ rattles on about a fair amount was in the fanastic "Maid Marion and her merry men"- A much beloved show of me as a yoof. That changes everything. What a show. God lurv it. Sorry Mr Billingham, I've not read any of your books yet but I did fancy you when I was 14. It was the mud and the gormless expression.
Now THATS fancy!
I got posh pants. Nice posh pants with little ribbony bits in acute girly bow at the front. I zipped my trousers up, With the girly ribbony bits ON THE OUTSIDE of the zip. I wonder why I'm getting horrified/admiring looks. Look down. I appear to have dreadlocked pubes.
I rock.
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