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I am absolutely seething with rage right now. As in, totally fucking furious. Do NOT get in my way tomorrow.
Can you imagine anything more awful than growing up?
I'm writing a serious article about digital piracy, but every time I see "deep packet inspection" I start to giggle uncontrollably.
Come to think of it, I'd like to see some bloody vegetarians. Bloody and beaten vegetarians crying out for mercy and meat.
Very disappointed by the lack of meat on the menu for tonight's tutorial party. Bloody vegetarians.
Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and I just think: wow.
It's World Aids Day today. I am *so* going out to get laid.
Both my pride and my left leg are severely bruised. Kalle Harberg, Christopher O'Donnell and Eleanor Rofe know why.
How can I be at once in abject pain and total ecstasy?
I could not be more happy or more miserable than I am at this moment.
"I only think of you/On two occasions:/That's day... and night."
I feel like such a girl saying this, but it physically hurts when he leaves.
Planning my Saturday night. X Factor and pizza or trespassing and vandalism?
"...me lyste nat thereof make no mencion, for love that tyme was nat as love ys nowadayes." Naughty old Lancelot.
If 70% of people quite like you and 30% absolutely hate you, that's a great result. Most people make no impression whatsoever.
Just got back from the club. Now reading Malory in preparation for an essay next week. 'Work hard, play hard' is more than just smart words.
"Here at Cambridge, we expect a better class of bullshit."
I like doing good. The problem is, most other people who do are exceptionally dull and inexplicably pleased with themselves.
"If you think you're lonely now,/Wait until tonight."
Wondering where to spend the weekend. As ever, it boils down to where I can cause the most trouble.
I am trapped inside a Victorian novel and I can't find my way out.
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