Paparazzi: A Review
If you've seen Jen's post you may have got the gist of our night out the other week, but I just couldn't help myself - I had to write more, to warn people! And I know I'm probably preaching to the choir here, but I just needed to get it out of my system, ok? :P So without further ado, a review... (ooh it rhymes!)
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It's fucked up.
And yeah, I just can't dance
. Not in a "I like to flail like an octopus and don't know how stupid I look" sense, but in a "I don't know what to do next" sense and also a "Why is the music never any good" sense.
That aside, I'm cool, although don't quite have enough to occupy my time at the moment, which is why I'm trawling livejournal. Doing prep work for my dissertation, spending far too long on the computer and xbox, occasionally going out drinking with Nick (your lunch-buddy
), had a rather dull and disappointing four days in Wales seeing Emily (who got ill) and reading the last Potter installment.
How 'bout you, anyway? Whatcha up to now that Oxford has spat you out?
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