gwendoline riley came to keele. unsung number four launched. then some other things happened. freed up was good. my housemate wrote an article for rainy city stories. we went to the event and saw socrates read about chinese food. ate chinese food. chris killen is reading at keele on monday. keele is 'buzzing' with literature based fun. meanwhile, i sat around hyperlinking.
i am writing a novella about facebook. is facebook a good subject for a novella? seems appropriate.
this evening i 'test-drove' my new grey coat. felt like paddington bear. underneath it i was wearing a purple top and a green belt. i felt 'powerful'. went to sainsburys twice in one day and was paranoid that people knew. get that a lot; worrying that people recognise me in shops i go into a lot and think 'she comes here a lot'. i don't know.
feel moderately addicted to 'dating advice communities' on livejournal.
i sent a lot of terrible emails this week. the first thing you need to know about me is that in emails i talk to everybody like they're my friend. even strangers and ex-boyfriends-who-ruined-my-life. so if you're one of those and have recieved an email from me this week - i'm sorry, probably.
my old classmate michael announced on facebook that he is going to be a dad next year. i feel like 60-70% of my highschool class has or is having a baby. i am twenty-one.
getting up at 5.30AM for work is an odd experience. i couldn't walk in a straight line on the way there. i ache from wandering around the first and second floors trying to work out what part of the law section a book called 'moot law' went, and reading the first pages of island and city travel guides so i knew which country they were grouped with. my geography is appalling. copenhagen is in denmark - i am learning something every day.
i went to keele and opened old wounds. i feel/felt/am pretty miserable, but ollie bought me a singing pumpkin that we had both danced to in sainsburys earlier. it cheered me up, so i'm sharing it here to cheer you up too:
what what what am i doing? i feel like i want to push nice boys against the wall and kiss them.
i won't.
i feel 'pent up' and 'restless'.
my friend has a friend who is exactly like me. he likes 'the animals of farthing wood' and uses too much bonjela. every time he twitters it's like he's stolen my identity and i scream. my throat hurts.
i found a copy of an email i wrote to my professor during my dissertation panic.
Subject: Spirit, H. "The Bible" Heaven Ltd, BC? From: "R. Newsom" Date: Sat, 28 March, 2009 6:32 pm To: Ann Hughes
Ann! How on (God's) Earth do I reference The Bible? - Red
