Blind Before I Met You.

Not feeling the whole Valentine's Day vibe. There is a part of me that wants to discuss the failings of romance in our everyday lives which leads to grand expectations on a commercially orientated day to make up it... Another time perhaps.

Instead, I share with you two of my favourite things in the whole wide world. My favourite music video and my favourite poem.





followed by...

i carry your heart with me by E.E.Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

PAB.

Once a year, we have a Performing Arts Ball. We eat, drink and have an obligatory, if not somewhat cringe-worthy dance-off . This year, I wore a white dress (which I miraculously managed to keep out of the way of any colourful fluid), pretended to be a swan/angel/Kate Bush, and had a generally lovely time.

All my life, I have wanted curly hair. I have SO much hair, it is very very thick and it has never curled the way I wanted it to. But I found THIS tutorial on youtube (I can only apologise for the annoying voice of the presenter, watch it with the sound off....) and although it took about two hours and was a little 'bigger' than I wanted it to be, it was lovely to wear my hair in a way that was not merely a variation of 'straight'. I will be removing my hair of any natural condition and shine by practising vehemently until I am the master of all styles...

Permanently Pissed.

A

Last night I went out for a Philosophy Social, accompanied by Mathew. While walking home, only mildly inebriated, Mathew announced, "Well, you could definitely tell that those people were cleverer than you..."

Alas, he was absolutely right. This is the kind of philosophy I like best.

All my friends are dead.

Back to the university way of life. BUT I DIDN'T GET A PROPER CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY! The diary for the week is already full but I wouldn't know what to do with empty days (apart from sleeping, eating, time for actual university work....)

A selection of photos taken during this stupid essay time....

Discovered in the front of a Jonathan Glover book, probably the most interesting thing I've read in forever. A MUST read for those studying Modern History/Ethics.

Written in the back of a VERY boring library book. Summarised perfectly how I was feeling at the time. The library is a beautiful place when there is no-one in it to chew or sniff or breathe too loudly through their nose or eat apples/crisps...

Beautiful and foggy Liverpool nights. The sound of the fog horn reminds me of being back home.

Sneaky little trip to the pub outfit. My face isn't happy but my skirt and t-shirt were.

Around this time of year, I write messages to myself. Usually ones in which I insult and guilt myself in to doing more work. This time, I went for the more inspirational approach.

Pahahahahaha.

My darling dog was meant to die over 2 months ago. He hasn't done yet. Well done, Milo.

My Christmas Vans have left their box. They are too clean but that is definitely the way I like them. They are a little big for me but I just cannot bring myself to tie the laces in to bows.

Sporadic snow love hearts.

Fear of the Unknown.

They are afraid of new ideas.

They are loaded with prejudices, not based upon anything in reality, but based on... if something is new, I reject it immediately because it is frightening to me. What they do instead is just stay with the familiar.

You know, to me, the most beautiful things in all the universe, are the most mysterious.

Freedom.

So I sat here for about a million hours and managed to do nothing but change the blog a random pink colour. Hopefully, I will hate it enough to spend another million hours changing it to something much nicer. I may even draw what I want. Oh yeah, serious stuff.

I handed in my essays today. Over 13, 000 words of life-ruining words. I have months worth of stuff to post but today I am just far too sleepy slash excited for THE weekend! Birthday after birthday, bottle of wine after bottle of wine, outfit after outfit (including a duck outfit)....