An update courtesy of Fiona's wall, just to let you know the awesomeness of my life. Those of you who are in the middle of e-term probably won't sympathise with the dullness. Oh, may I live in interesting times...
Today I have....
got a job while wearing my silky purple dressing gown,
watered the plants,
realised my bonferroni corrections were erroneous,
failed to throw a dead turkey chick over a fence (it sort of hit some branches on the way. Also I'm crap at throwing. I'm sure no-one will notice),
facebook stalked pictures of my brother having a mental time at crazy drug-fueled 17-yr-old parties and apparently getting off with a fit opera singer (my life sucks),
made omelette (except it turned out to just be scrambled egg - how do you get it to stick together?),
finally got dressed in the afternoon,
done some more work on my paper (blooming orangutans, oh when will you leave me alone?!).
And tomorrow I might...
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nah, I have nothing.
Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts
Sunday, 18 May 2008
Thursday, 4 October 2007
Antimini is...
...either cold, tired, hungry or all three, all the time.
...in need of an Angie. After two months she’s taken to hugging a post.
...really really glad that she’s absolutely 100% sure that there is definitely. nothing on this island big enough to eat her. Definitely. (before sunrise in a very dark forest)
...at the top of a mountain at least ten minutes before everyone else! This is amazing despite the fact that she left about 20 minutes before them. She thinks she may actually be getting high on those endorphin things people are always claiming make exercise enjoyable. She stands on top of a rock in a cocky pose – “You’re late!”; “I arrive” says Gandalf in her head, “Precisely when I mean to.” (sunrise, 25th Sept)
...making arrangements in case she gets blown, or pushed by a goat, off a cliff. Please read ‘The Soldier’ by Rupert Brooke at her funeral. She doesn’t care whether it’s appropriate, she likes it.
...it sucks to be me.
...making her standard meal – dahl and rice!
...eating her standard meal alone with three empty places set around her. *sigh*
...so internet deprived that she’s even missing the complusory ‘is’ in facebook statuses and the way you have to talk about yourself in the third person.
...in need of an Angie. After two months she’s taken to hugging a post.
...really really glad that she’s absolutely 100% sure that there is definitely. nothing on this island big enough to eat her. Definitely. (before sunrise in a very dark forest)
...at the top of a mountain at least ten minutes before everyone else! This is amazing despite the fact that she left about 20 minutes before them. She thinks she may actually be getting high on those endorphin things people are always claiming make exercise enjoyable. She stands on top of a rock in a cocky pose – “You’re late!”; “I arrive” says Gandalf in her head, “Precisely when I mean to.” (sunrise, 25th Sept)
...making arrangements in case she gets blown, or pushed by a goat, off a cliff. Please read ‘The Soldier’ by Rupert Brooke at her funeral. She doesn’t care whether it’s appropriate, she likes it.
...it sucks to be me.
...making her standard meal – dahl and rice!
...eating her standard meal alone with three empty places set around her. *sigh*
...so internet deprived that she’s even missing the complusory ‘is’ in facebook statuses and the way you have to talk about yourself in the third person.
Home (where there are no mountains)
Where I come from there are no mountains.
Just soft rolling hills
which aren’t so hard to climb.
Where I’m from the clouds stay in the sky
and the animals out of sight
and the people all work inside.
Where I come from there are parties
and I wear fancy clothes and impractical shoes
and my friends wait for me if I can’t keep up.
Where I’m from I can understand people,
we all speak the same language
so I can participate.
Where I come from I am capable and intelligent,
I know what I’m supposed to be doing,
and I’m not bad at it.
Where I’m from my friends laugh at my jokes
and I’m not miserable
or always moaning.
Where I come from I know who I am.
This isn’t me.
24th Sept
Just soft rolling hills
which aren’t so hard to climb.
Where I’m from the clouds stay in the sky
and the animals out of sight
and the people all work inside.
Where I come from there are parties
and I wear fancy clothes and impractical shoes
and my friends wait for me if I can’t keep up.
Where I’m from I can understand people,
we all speak the same language
so I can participate.
Where I come from I am capable and intelligent,
I know what I’m supposed to be doing,
and I’m not bad at it.
Where I’m from my friends laugh at my jokes
and I’m not miserable
or always moaning.
Where I come from I know who I am.
This isn’t me.
24th Sept
Scraps
Life
is full of new faces and friendships,
new places,
adventures to find;
It’s full of new skies.
But life
constantly heaving and changing
means leaving an old life behind;
It’s full of goodbyes.
If life
means living without you then all that I want
is to be left behind,
let me turn back time
‘till I find you again and hold on to then,
but if my life
won’t let me be with you then let me know
that I am there in your mind.
There, as always in mine.
is full of new faces and friendships,
new places,
adventures to find;
It’s full of new skies.
But life
constantly heaving and changing
means leaving an old life behind;
It’s full of goodbyes.
If life
means living without you then all that I want
is to be left behind,
let me turn back time
‘till I find you again and hold on to then,
but if my life
won’t let me be with you then let me know
that I am there in your mind.
There, as always in mine.
Sunday, 25 March 2007
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