stupid girl(s?)
Being a girl is depressing.
Well, for me. Perhaps if I weren’t such a pathetic example of a girl, it wouldn’t be so depressing.
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as subtle, fleeting and almost insignificant as the musical ornament itself - so are these words but when did that ever stop me?
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Being a girl is depressing.
Well, for me. Perhaps if I weren’t such a pathetic example of a girl, it wouldn’t be so depressing.
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It’s official: I’m totally into the World Cup. The past few nights, I’ve been staying up to watch the qualifiers for quarter finals.
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I’m soooo happy!
The second Blogcritics article I put up was featured in the masthead and in the Spotlight column on the front page! I was pretty damn pleased about that!
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Gee, it only took a month, but finally I submitted my second post for Blogcritics.
It was supposed to be a post about bathing, and when I first got it typed out, I fecking hated it. I mean, really hated it. Usually, when I’m up to the typing-out stage, it means that once it’s typed up, it’ll resemble something indicative of my intellectual faculties or abilities. Well, you know how those damn things work. They let you down.
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The serial killer fascination! I think I might know what has been causing it!
Sufjan Stevens’ Illinois might be to blame…
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Did I really need a quiz to tell me this?
This is actually different to the nerd quiz I’ve done previously, in which I scored significantly lower. This one is a science-biased one and I still got…
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I’m freaking out, I think I’m a sicko.
I seem to have developed this more than passing fascination for serial killer stories. I’ve seen a couple of serial killer films, I find myself checking Wikipedia to find out more. Is this normal behaviour for a supposedly pacifist person?
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I caught yet another grisly documentary on infamous murders…centred around Clapham in south London.
In the 1920s, a trunk was discovered on a train as it was giving off a stench so it was handed over to the station office (at Clapham or Charing Cross). It sat there unclaimed and eventually had to be investigated as the stench became unbearable.
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Ack, what an awful week. Not even in an interesting way - just stressful in terms of that stupid, time-wasting internet nastiness I’ve mentioned. I don’t mind stress over things that matter, but over something that juvenile - ugh.
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A lovely, lazy afternoon on Sunday.
I’m spending it watching documentaries, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to watch any, the ones that interest me are always on at odd times.
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I remember my friend S bewailing the fact that certain pharmacological/statistics parlance was starting to creep in to American English, and one such word was ‘normalcy’. I groaned in contempt alongside him, as it was pissing me off a bit too.
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