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the mercy of the fallen.
So, this is going to be measured and non-hysterical. Me and Dar are officially friends. She obviously had hoped it would happen too because when we were talking after the gig she touched my arm and told me my dress was pretty.
Go to see Dar play- it's dangerous admittedly, you will come away having three folk playing women to love instead of one which makes it three times harder to explain that you are only 20, and like cool music really. GET OUT!! I am proud- i looked at these women and i felt understood- i recon so much music around fits the mould and does so without any real call for having really engaged with life in any meaningful way- hmm, thats not to say that people's life experiences are less valid than others (here i go trying to define a life i should just live again). Ok, ill try again- the places these women have been, the loves they have experienced, the things they hope for, the way they think- all seem so real to me, Dar's songs are like stories- she really thinks- i like that.
Two weeks of holidays from Stan on Monday- aims;
1) Read novels- i have a stack i need to read and a list im looking for, European literature mainly- lots of travelling so time to do so.
2) Play piano an hour every day i am home.
3) Quality time with Amy, David and Wend and Bri.
4) Stay fit.
5) (a) Go to the stables as often as i can and stay inconspicuous because the farmer who owns it actually hates me. (b) Not get into a fight with him.
6) Trawl charity shops for some new wildly grannyish china- a new semester of tea awaits.
7) Try to even out the balance of girl love and re-discover boys i love, including but not limited to *Sufjan Stevens, *Patrick Wolf, *Jeff Buckley.
Sunday is the great women's regional frisbee tournament. Feeling like it will either be great or awful, still looking for the inner aggression and ability to throw and catch. Short term aim for today would be to not find myself on the beach at 2am trying to throw in gale force wind in 20 jumpers over the clothes i went out in.
Here endeth the lesson.
David is hovering outside, we said we would spring clean today :-(
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alexis
(23.1.06 23:27)
The great hunt for the mystery stench constinues, is vain perhaps, through trecherous terrain, past the soggy lettuce, under the plate in the microwave...where is the elusive culprit i ask myself? Spring clean indeed! The stench, or 'stenchy' as i have so named it, eludes me at every corner. Armed with a mop, a rolled up newspaper, and a photo of John's family (one can never be too sure), i stalk the empty halls of Bridge street, lying in wait for an opportune time from whence to trap the little tyke. Is it that strange white liquid coagulating on the kitchen floor 9 inches west of the yellow bin? On closer inspection, it tastes like the liquid mozzerlla cheese swims in...Deborah!(Ha, as i write i listen to your sufjen stevens cd, TAKE THAT!)...is it wafting from the dark and damp part of the larder floor? ...oh no thats the yoghurt i spilt and took the executive decision not to mop up til after the O.C...and then til after the O.C. repeat on E4+1 ...that now smells like sick... is it part of the general smell that lingers in John's room, the smell that has been in residence there so long we could charge it rent?...Oh stenchy, where art thou? Light through a window yonder breaks! Is it Juliet from the east? No, its stenchy, why whence he came mounted on a magnificent horse riding yonder from a distant land, stenchy, where are thou masked and lingering to deceive? Oh what a wicked web thou weaves whence thou practice to deceive!!!...on hand and bended knee i search for thee...under toilet seat and in groove of key, i search, but doth i search in vain? Stenchy, thou not in heaven yet, thy breath, it stinckith, thy odor, it makesmy blinkth, but valiant still search i, until it.......oh wait a minute, whats the date on that there milk........CRIKEY.
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Susan Paul
(16.2.12 12:47)
Study while others is sleeping; work while others are loafing; prepare while others are playing; and dream while others are wishing.
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