Monthly Archives: January 2013

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It is true… well most of it, some isn’t applicable to me!

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Round robin

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I started writing a year anniversary blog post a couple of weeks back just to summarize my 2012 highlights and some of the low points too, but never got round to completion. 

Just finished a lovely couple of weeks trying to squeeze in as many hours at work as possible trying to earn some dollar to complete operation overdraft. Started back lectures today. Travaux Pratiques (French speaking and listening) was so pointless it could have been a component of the TV show ( Most pointless lessons anyone?)

The last couple of weeks have been pretty tough, mostly because my brother’s deployment date to Afghanistan has been moved forward and I’m trying not to look at the news as it makes me feel a little bit sick. I’m going to do something that I’ve never done before and go home during term-time to see the family before he leaves. 

Exams are finally over, essays handed in. Translation result came back, it was a fairly decent grade, though on one of the points I really really wish I had gone with my initial instinct and gone with what I thought it meant, but hey, next time I’ll know that instinct is usually a good thing to follow. 

I’m about to crack on with some German prep now in the hope that Petra (Osterreiche Frau) does not eat me tomorrow. 

Things I enjoy…

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I have been sat at this computer for nearly 5 hours and achieved the big fat zero. Perhaps it’s because I have been in an incredibly blasé mood all day. I started off by watching ‘Nick and Norah’s infinite playlist’ which is great. Watch it if you haven’t seen it.

I want to write a quick post about everything that I have enjoyed this week, which are only small pleasures, mostly musical, which have made the work load slightly easier.

#1. Not having tonsilitis anymore. I am fully appreciating the full use of my ability to swallow (roll on jokes about blow-jobs). No. It is more just for my enjoyment of chocolate/ solid food.

#2. Scott Pilgrim vs The World: Quick film review: Scott must fight Ramona’s 7 evil exes. Great script, awesome one-liners, Michael Cera, great use of street fighter style effects, fantastic soundtrack.

#3. Listening to the following bands: The Used, Taking Back Sunday, A Great Big Pile of Leaves, Jordan Klassen, Kishi Bashi

#4. Going for coffee with Karla

#5. Trying a Malteser Easter Bunny… I know, it’s January, but why not?

#6. Doing laundry (honestly, even this rates more highly than writing essays)

#7. Tidying my room (see above excuse)

#8. The satisfaction of emptying the dehumidifier

#9. Contemplating going to the gym, then deciding not to. Sweating can wait a few more days yet

#10. Talking to friends I haven’t spoken to in a while on facebook.

A short piece about bacon.

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Everyone loves bacon. Well everyone who isn’t vegetarian that is to say. Bacon is the meat of life. I haven’t actually eaten any bacon today, but I plan to get my bacon out of the freezer and put it in the fridge so that I may have bacon and eggs tomorrow. My favourite German adjective “baconsche” as in “in the style of Francis Bacon, who is incidentally a pretty cool artist, you know, a little bit abstract. I think I actually prefer the smell of bacon to the taste and texture of the meat itself. The warm, salty comforting smell wafting through a house with the slight homely smell of burning logs combined with fresh coffee is the best kind of wake up one could wish for. The crunch of bacon, sandwiched in a roll of springy, soft white bread, with melted butter oozing through a paper napkin is always the greatest kind of sandwich. Little squares of bacon to compensate the boring texture of salad, just tossed in, making it nice and salty and crunchy.

Bacon really is the most satisfying meat.

Nervous sickess

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I have noticed that my stomach is reacting in funky ways to my emotions as of late. It has been an incredibly stressful period, and my essay panic today was so violent that I actually retched and trembled a little bit.

Having been on the brink of tears about five times today, for varying reasons I thought I would write about it to get it off my chest.

1) A Little Princess was on TV. I think I first saw this film when I was six years old and the bit where her father has amnesia and doesn’t recognise his poor little Sarah gets me every time. I am not ashamed to admit there were tears literally streaming down my face without the aid of alcohol nor was it past midday.

2) Essay hate- I got awful feedback for an essay which nearly made me ill with stress just over a month ago on Christmas eve. I left it until today to re-read the feedback and attempt to hold back the tears which resulted from its sheer brutality.

3) Death cab for cutie- “Brothers on a hotel bed” had better be played at my funeral. Never has a song moved me with its lyrics and melody as much as this.

4) A Terme- A very short novel by Virginie Despentes- Here is my very melted down version as there isn’t actually an English translation. Heavily pregnant woman sits on terrace with a glass of whiskey, feels the baby coming and locks herself in a hotel room where, without a sound or a scream, she gives birth to it. Once the baby is born, she cuts the cord with a pair of nail scissors, holds it up by its feet and smashes it against a wall until it is bloodied and dead. She then puts it in a strong plastic bag, seals it with selotape and addresses it to the baby’s father with a note to tell him what she’s done. Whilst I do not criticise the woman for her actions, it still saddens me that these are the lengths that she has to go to to assert her power as a woman. Violence in general kind of makes me feel a bit sick, but whatever has driven her to this point makes me sadder. Incidentally this is what my essay is on.