Can’t wait! :D
Luca Caputi y’all.
OH MY GOODNESS. TWO HYSTERICALLY BRILLIANT GIRLFRIENDS THAT I MISS INCREDIBLE AMOUNTS. I WOULD HAVE TOTALLY LOVED TO JOIN IN. (I almost attempted to over here but I’m in the library and thought it inappropriate!)
SO MUCH PAPER. SO MANY WORDS TO WRITE. ARRGHHH :(
Gutter Lane — Just a little song I made up over the Easter Holidays with some help from Khamsina :D It’s about the slippery slope to prostitution, curb crawling and the difficulties of escaping it and finding freedom. Let me know what you think!
Totally.love.this giiirl! Completely hits the nail on the head with the “how to avoid talking to people you don’t want to” video - though my version of it would be to suddenly drop into imitating a donkey — like that bit in Pinocchio when he turns into a donkey and tries to exclaim but just hee-hawws. Yes that is my method. Although this one is much more subtle, and I could have really used this in Firehouse the other week, when I was admittedly rather drunk and didn’t really want to talk to a guy that couldn’t get the message, and so I turned to my friends and whispered in quite a loud voice, “I don’t want to talk to this person” — and on being asked whether I needed to *use the bathroom* I firmly refused because clearly that’s NOT what I wanted, and I just wanted to not sit where I was sitting. Obviously I missed the code completely. But the code doesn’t work unless you’re in on it. Or carparked.
THIS IS ME. I have been sitting in MY ATTIC — I have stairs leading to my room at the top of the house — and I am going stark.raving.mad. whilst trying to get through an 800 page Dickens novel which I cannot read UNDER PRESSURE. Our Mutual Friend is great an’ all, but when I have a pile of novels to get through by my bed, and have generally become a disheveled English student, I can’t fully appreciate the story. It’s a RACE, and I hate racing reading. Hate it. I locked myself away for 4 days studying for an exam, and I ended up attempting to talk to the poets to figure out what the hell they were trying to say in their poems. It was NOT a pretty sight. But my skylight does show me a pretty sight — it’s like that panoramic view in Mary Poppins of the chimney tops — THAT’S MY VIEW. Could be Victorian England. Totally could.
My sister is simply amazing and seems to be able to drill out unpretentious and yet exceedingly impressive lyrics in zero time. And music for that matter. This is just a little something that we’ve put together!
So — thank you to two of my favourite ever Americans — I have been persuaded to begin using tumblr (and let’s hope this is an easier way to see a bunch of their new quirks that have completely passed me by…*cough*fithockeyplayerobsessions*cough*!). Instead of beginning to crack through my dissertation which was my all-nighter plan…. it’s going to be on the back-burner whilst I figure out how to use this site — yet another form of procrastination that is going to hinder my degree! Who needs an English Literature Degree in Paris anyway…?