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(no subject) [Mar. 6th, 2006|05:29 pm]
I know that this journal seems to have become a place where I post things that my mum says, but I found this little conversation really cute:

Me: What do you want for your birthday?
Mum: from you do you mean
Me: Yeah
Mum: ummmmmmmmmmm
Mum: ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Mum: something from the kings college chapel shop please
Me: hehe
Me: Okidoki
Mum: like a
Mum: like a
Mum: like a
Mum: mug
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(no subject) [Jan. 7th, 2006|10:36 am]
[Current Music |Jack Off Jill - When I Am Queen]

Hush baby go to sleepCollapse )
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(no subject) [Jan. 3rd, 2006|01:07 pm]
Dear Luke

Have some advice:

1) Write your damn character writeups, and do some PBM, or roleplaying will be shit next term.
3) Sort out all of your papers.
4) Find a summer project to do before it's too late!

You idiot.

From Luke
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(no subject) [Dec. 8th, 2005|11:21 am]
Year memeCollapse )
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(no subject) [Dec. 3rd, 2005|05:26 pm]
[Current Music |The Magnetic Fields - Love is like jazz]

It's divine, it's asinine, it's depressing...Collapse )
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(no subject) [Dec. 3rd, 2005|10:46 am]
Last nightCollapse )
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(no subject) [Nov. 13th, 2005|09:55 am]
"An incomparable collection of genuine pieces, too, the Castle of Citizen Cane achieves a psychedelic effect and a kitsch result not because the Past is not distinguishable from the Present (because after all this was how the great lords of the past amassed rare objects, and the same continuum of styles can be found in many Romanesque churches where the nave is now baroque and perhaps the campanile is eighteenth centaury), because what offends is the voracity of the selection, and what distresses is the fear of being caught up by this jungle of venerable beauties, which unquestionably has its own wild flower, its own pathetic sadness, barbarian grandeur, and sensual perversity redolent of contamination, blasphemy, the Black Mess. It is like making love in a confessional with a prostitute dressed in a prelate’s liturgical robes reciting Baudelaire while ten electronic organs reproduce the Well-Tempered Clavier played by Scriabin."

- Umberto Eco on William Hearst's castle, from Adventures in Hyperreality.
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(no subject) [Oct. 31st, 2005|09:56 pm]
My halloween costume, and a halloween comicCollapse )
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(no subject) [Oct. 18th, 2005|06:01 pm]
Mum was so unfair today!
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(no subject) [Oct. 8th, 2005|09:28 am]
[Current Music |Simon and Garfunkel - Poem On The Underground]

A single worded poem comprising four lettersCollapse )
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