Incoherent Ramblings
I also have a very low boredom threshold and generally blog about languages, coffee, Mad Men and other quality American shows that the UK has no taste for.
(via abbeyleecook)
is an all-female flat. No one talks to each other. I don’t even know some of their names yet I have the feeling they consider me the resident weirdo. A few reasons why:
- Putting the ransom speech from Taken on the fridge when some douchebag stole our food made them look at me as if I’d told them I’d just defecated all over their childhood toys
- I keep all my cutlery in my room because otherwise I know for a fact it will get stolen
- They have the worst conversation skills I have ever, ever come across and so my attempts at human interaction clearly confuse the aliens
I have just walked around town for about two hours on my own because NATURE IS A BETTER FRIEND THAN THEY ARE.
(via hey-its-cameron)
Emily Dickinson’s Punctuation: The Controversy Revisited
The controversy revisited.
Did Emily Dickinson kill anybody? No. Was she an intellectual badass and slag off all her critics using witchcraft? No.
She liked to use hyphens. That is all.
is very much alive and not trapped/dead in her room like everyone thought. She is in Germany however but as we all hate each other in this flat no one is going to ask me how I know.
because I got the worst mark I have ever, ever got for a module. Ever.
I am trying to make myself feel better by the following:
- Telling myself it is just a module and not the end of the world
- But I have no life so I care about these things
- Reassuring myself that even if I can’t answer a question on French politics I can dance like nobody’s business
- This isn’t working
- Change all songs on mp3 three times in a day
- Dress up as an American flag
- Eat mint imperials
- Tidy up a room
- Google what the Danish royal family are up to
- Draw on windows with a whiteboard pen
