Essay word count is tragically somewhere around 700. Yes, I have a ton more to say, but I'm not sure I have another 1800 words to say. o.O Second year word counts, wtf. This could be a long and impressive first year essay, but I have this horrible feeling it will fall tragically short in context, in spite of my most diligent efforts. Ah well, more ( Read more... )

My "happy" music on my computer basically constitutes... strangely enough... Dragonforce. Spent many years thinking I didn't like Dragonforce, in spite of their awesome name. Extensive exposure to TtFatF pretty much changedthis opinion. And, um.... now I have rather a lot of their songs on my compy.

They're actually kinda uplifting. And the guitar ( Read more... )

Yes, yes. I know. A startling title.

But apparently it's true. I just got awarded a £20 academic prize by the RH Classics department for my (to quote Jonathan Powell, head of dept.) "excellent performance". What the hell. But I checked. It definitely says my name and everything ( Read more... )

No, I haven't substituted the 'x' for 'ex'. It's designed to be pronounced 'sitement', but I figured if I just had the 'c' it would look like a reference to citing things. Which it is not. Shame, really. That'd make a good pun ( Read more... )

So, my fine-feathered ferrets, guess what I did today?

Went to the moon? Invented a new chemical process that will turn lead into mushrooms? Graffiti-ed George W. Bush's right nostril? No, you're all completely wrong. I went... running. That's right, fellow ferrets, Nadia actually went running. It was win. Zomg, did I run. Reckon it was probably a ( Read more... )

This song makes me cry... Mainly just something about the chords in the backing. I know that it's therefore a bit ridiculous to just tell you it makes me cry then give you the lyrics. But...*shrugs*

She held the world upon a string
But she didn't ever hold me
Spun the stars on her fingernails
But it never made her happy
Cause she couldn't ever have me
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"Who could love me? I'm out of my mind!
Throwing a line out to sea, to see if I can't catch a dream..."

So, yes, someone has the new Panic At The Disco album, "Pretty. Odd." I know, I know, I'm a deplorable and utterly incurable emo. But that aside, I love this album! So much! It's so pretty! And it has such awesome lines!

"Hey, moon, please forget ( Read more... )

Clearly, bitching on LJ solves problems in more ways than one. Besides the therapeutic nature of my LJ rants, it seems that whenever I post a rant about anything, the problem also fixes itself within 24hrs. Of course you may say to me, "Well, Nadia, that's because you're far too quick to complain about things. You leap straight into telling people ( Read more... )

Yes, I finally returned. *gasp, shock, horror* I wasn't exactly ready to walk out of the door when Mum came to pick me up this morning, but I got that way - just before she decided to drive off and leave me to get the train. Granted, I kept her waiting in a most deplorable way, but still - I thought that was a little harsh.

So, I'm at home - and ( Read more... )

Tell me, is something elluding you Sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes,
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.

If you should go skating on the thin ice of modern life, dragging behind you the silent reproach of a million tear-stained eyes, don't be surprise if a crack ( Read more... )