Oh it's one of those weeks. One of those weeks where I've pretty much spent every hour of every day with my nose in some kind of book. As well as it smelling quite bad, the words printed are doing my head in...
If anyone knows about the anti-hero and late Romantic period literature then please let me know.
Anyway, so yeah, I've been reading stupid amounts in order to get my literature essay to make some kind of sense, but it just doesn't seem to be happening. I've confused myself more than anything. Actually thought I'd try to be clever yesterday and I took a notebook out with me to jot down points and ideas as they popped up. I was well proud; writing frantically on the bus whilst on my way to uni, but when I got back home to check on my tasty bits of knowledge which I could dazzle my lecturers with...well...let's just say that it would probably make more sense to an alien than to me. Can't even read my own writing! This further proves that I really am pretty useless a lot of the time.
Screw it anyway. I've given myself the evening off to indulge in some human company rather than that of Duncan Wu and Lord Byron nagging at me from behind broken spines and coffee stains.
By the way, for anyone who gives a toss, the quote for the blog title is from a song called 'Black coffee in bed' by Squeeze.
So I set up one of these blog type things back in...er...well the year escapes me, but, Yeah, I set one up and hardly used the bastard so I decided to create a shiny new one for all to look at and think "what the fuck?"
Somtimes I'll brag on about the wonderful me and what I've been getting up to, other times I'll simply post up weird crap I've written that I'd like to confuse you with. A few people near and dear to me always complain that I never let them see what I write, so you can swing by here any time and read snippets of what I'm up to.
Most people who will look at this thing will probably know me - it's posted on my facebook, so y'know - but for anyone who stumbles across this accidently but is too nosy to bugger off, I shall give a brief summary:
-I'm 21. -I'm a student (fucking lazy one at that!). -I might end up as a writer one day (if the lazy thing goes away). -I'm mad in the head. -I laugh at the most random and trivial things. -I swear A LOT. -I drink far too much. -I always complain and thoroughly enjoy doing so. -Punk music is my sweaty, mowhawlked, swearing, tartan and saftey-pin clad mistress. -It's hard to shock me. -I like my own company. -I'm deathly allergic to David Hasselhoff.
Blah. The more I post the more you'll find out anyway... I will try and make this blog a little bit more pretty too just as soon as I learn how the hell to do so!
24 year old, mentally ill, bisexual, into fetish, loves shoes, hates early mornings, Graduate, comedy addict, laughs at anything, cries at anything, has the best friends anyone could ask for, has a boyfriend, has a dog, has no money, makes no sense.