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Argh. so much work.. so little motivation.. I'm in a rut.


plus must research and plan Art and History coursework essays. argh ~is beaten to death by history teacher for not having done anything toward coursework in past five months~ and Mrs Cliffe probably isn't my friend at the moent cos I haven't been into art all week. meeep.
plus the following:
i) British history: "Do you agree that Labour was 'betrayed' by Ramsey MacDoanld in 1931?"
ii) German History: "Analyse the nature and extent of opposition to nazi rule in Germany 1933-45"
iii) English Lit: "Choose any poem by Tennyson. What ideas does he convey and how does he convey them?"


They're not paticualrly difficult ones actually, it's just a psychologic thing.


Sorry, this is possibly the most uninteresting thing in the world ever isn't it? I'm just out for sympathy yanno.. :p


I don't have much to say.. went into Manchester with Alison yesterday which was really nice. The crazy-gouranga-cult man got me again, but atleast this time I got a big pink badge that says "GOURANGA HEY!" on it. Alison is good to shop with (alack, i had no money at all and was suppsoed to be buying leanne a very late birthday present) cos she makes me try things on and doesnt mind my incredible indecisiveness. She also said she'd never heard anyone ue the word 'dribble' so often. how sweet. erm.. I'm bored of typing and shall go to bed now. night night xxx

Did I ever mention how great Seal was? I spent a bout three hours looking for this tape and it was absolutely worth it.


News for today... got my interview date for Cambridge...
17th December..
I'm terrified.
I'm not really sure why because I won't be particularly upset if I don't get accepted.. It isn't technically my first choice. But.. it's just very scary- The day includes two interviews and an exam. boo. I have to send them an essay I've written and a list of books I've read recently so that they can be uaed as discussion points in one interview (there's also a random text given to you for the same reasons). argh. I feel that just on principle I shouldn't even consider them because of the needless beurocracy involved. But.. well, it is Cambridge, and it would be an enormous ego boost if I did get accepted.


I ended up in Manchester again yesterday where I came across a certain matthew in the mens' section of h&m; and also an ellie which was a pleasant surprise. They were on their way to King Adora and I wasn't. hrrmph.


But enough of that. I did have things to say but I've forgotten them all. and there's a Smiths documentary on in about 10 minutes so I have to go and record/watch that if I can be bothered.

gargh. I have fallen out with ladytron, well with SJM really.. I didn't realise when changing the venue of manchester show they also changed the date. to the same night as les maniques. damn them. I failed to notice this before purchasing my ticket. Hopefully I'll be able to embroil my mother (and, crucially, her car) in some elabourate plot to see them in Sheffield. If anyone wants/knows anyone who might want my manchester ticket then just ask me, okay?.. come on.. free ticket for fantastic band.. how can you ask for more?! and I'll be disappointed to see it go to waste :(


Yet I do have Flaming Lips ticket to console myself with. But I wish wish wish wish wish they were doing the shows with Beck over here.. waaaah that would be quite incredible.


Sunday was quite cool, walked around bits of manchester that i hadn't been to before with my mum. Pondered walking along the canal to either Ashton or Rochdale but dismissed that idea quite promptly. I enjoy wandering.. yes, it's the way forward.


Oooooh anyway, yesterday was nice, didn't do much in terms of work at college which is was a blessing. Mrs Cliffe has been in a good mood all week.. tis quite worrying but it means I can skive relatively legitimately. hurrah. Missed my train home after lunch so I went to drink tea chez Gareth and discussed Leanne. Bah. Why do my friends have to be so confusing?. Anyway, got the train to Manchestie (bough a huuuge packet of sugared almonds from the 'health' food shop at piccadilly) to meet the lovely Bob and pals, paid her for my TORI AMOS ticket ~quietly explodes with excitement~, spent more money on aformentioned flaming lips/laydeetron tickets and then wandered for a while. I was meant to go and buy a top but I forgot becasue I suck and have no money. boo. (Though I could probably scrape something together and do that now.. I've got plenty of time this afternoon...)


Met Jeni at about 6.30 and continued thus:
*decide to go to cinema*
*see that film starts in 20 mins*
*decide to go for quick drink*
*proceed to stay in bar for 3 hours*
*collapse in pizza hut*
*fall asleep on train home*
and all on a school night aswell. oh, aren't we bad. But yes.. was nice actually, things are always hit and miss with me and jeni but it was all good last night, I wasn't drining much but she was.. heheh.. drunken jeni amuses me greatly. So there were various conversation about spontaneous crying, doorknob nipples, the natue of addiction and mushroom fetishes. which, as i'm sure you're all aware, is always enlightening.


Should go and investigate Ladytron @ sheffield ticklet price. Must also buy train ticket to Newcastle for English trip. Argh. You lot seem to have posted about a million really meaningful entries as well so I'll have to go and read up in a bit. I'm to forgot to do all of these things, I just know it.


I've only realised how repetitive my terms of phrase are. Sorry... but it isn't my fault you know... :s

This song is soo amazing. You should all download it this minute, she's kind of Cat Power-ish (well this song isn't.. but she otherwsie is). Aww she's so cool.. hey and we might even be related.. hehee


Annnnnnynoodle, what was I saying? Oh yes. I have stomach ache, felt really crap today and almost passed out in History (not entirely with bordom you understand, though I'm sure the giddying excitement of Labour's 1929 government didn't help). I was in the etching room at lunchtime with it's variety of intoxicating chemincal fumes so that's probably why there then seemed to be a group of small people hiding with my left temple playing with percussive instruments or suchlike. bastards. Headahes are my worst enemy, after kazaa and watercolour paints...


Ooooh, I don't have much to say. quelle surprise. I watched a bit of Star Wars and was shocked at just how silly it is. I've never seen any substantial amount of a Star Wars film which is quite an accomplishment, but now I feel quite violated (though I didn't have my contact lenses in so really I wasn't watching it properly.. eheh)


Riight, My stomach really hurts now.. and I must sleep. I'm soo not tired though cos I have already slept for ages this evening. meep.

"For I was in love with her. Just as I'd once been in love with my mother's elderly coloured cook and a postman who let me follow him on his rounds and a whole family named McKendrick. That catagory of love generates jealously, too"

hmm... don't have much to say. what a novelty.


I have been in a a pretty crap kind of mood this evening.. after it taking me an hour and a half to get home from college (my college is about a two miles/a four minute train journey/10 minute bus ride/35 minute walk away) I waited in the cold and rain with bad bad hair and felt sorry for myself. bah. That kind of thing makes me really hate autumn and that just feels wrong because I always used to love autumn..


And it would appear that there are no fun and games planned for Viv tomorrow. Just... pure unadulterated pfftness. I suppose I could do some work..


oh yes.. remind me that it's a bad idea to put my umberella in my bag when it's still damp -blow dries english notes-


Have I Got News For You just isn't same without Angus Deighton -weeps-. Damn you BBC why'd you have to go and fire him??




..so kniiiives out

I was going to attempt to finish my Hitler essay but the evidence suggests that be a futile exercise. I think I shall harass some people on MSN instead. hehe yes. excellent plan

( and do some survey.. just like in the old days )

OH MY GOD, where exactly did my half term go?


argh there's so much work I haven't done. Maybe the best way to do it is to sit on the sofa and eat short bread biscuits and complain about the sheer volume of stuff I have to do.
Yes. (and don't you dare argue with me)


Errm.. ohh I don't know what I was about to type...


ah yeah, weekend. Was a bit of a mixture.. tonight I went out for a meal avec la famille for my dad's birthday. Went to this restaurant in Altrincham called 'Byblos', it called itself Lebanese cuisine but it seemed awfully similar to Turkish. Yes, that was very nice. Last night was crap- went out with Jeni under the guise that we were going for dinkies and the cinema, which somehow turned into sitting about it Wagamama (its not called that any longer is it..). I believe Jeni had the intention of actually going out and I cetainly didn't. Anyway, various random people and pints later I burst into tears for no real reason and just sat about feeling miserable before dragging her off to get the bus. She tried to make me feel better but was doing all the wrong things. It wasn't her fault that I was upset, she was the catalyst for it though.. she is a good friend but she can so insensitive. Friday I went to stay with the ever-lovely Oli in Leeds where I danced my legs down to the knees at The Cockpit, that was great- I miss indie dancing. Though I think I left my lipsalve in his room which is not good at all since I might die without it. eeeep.


erm.. I wanna go to bed now. I'm really tired and I have to write an essay tomorrow morning. boo.

I seem to have misplaced the last three tracks off OK Computer. bah.. where have they gone?


mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmm i have today bought a lovely lovely black velvet jacket (indie stereotype? me?.. er.. no you must be thinking of someone else) and tis just so sex, and it was only £6.25!


but argh. I somewhat foolishly rejected the offer of Polyphonic Spreeing with the lovely Bob et al tonight :'( wish I'd gone now.. but, meh, need to save some money..


Instead, I decied the attack my only decent sized bag to try and make it look cool, i've half succeeded I think... I painted a Mackintosh-esque (well not so much 'esque' as blatently stolen) design onto the main flap of it. I'm not sure whether it's worked or not.. I think it needs something else.. hmm -has a strokey beard moment-


Oh yes, and will people please go and look at my journal and tell me whether the text looks ultra-spaced like this. And can you also check the source and tell me what it says for 'font-spacing:'.. cos.. argh it's being really annoying, I keep changing it to 1pt but it's apparently having no effect, clearing my cache doesn't appear to help either.. GRRM

doesn't matter, panic over.


I'm bored now. must go sleepy. night night xx

ignore this, i'm just testing something

I was doing so well and not missing any of my buses all week then I went and missed it this morning. gah bastards. But considering I got a bus that left Glossop an hour after the one i usually get, it still arrived in Stalybridge only ten minutes later, so hmm.. why didn't I discover this at the beginning of the week. But heeyyyy its over now. I am happy, but also a bit sad.. it got much better over the last two days and really I could have got more out of it if I'd been a little more pro-active (had I phoned and pesterd the guy about it I would have had my own local band feature complete with by-line.). I will have a few bits that I can say 'ooh i wrote that' about.. even if it is just local pap. The problem is I am so disgustingly passive and scared of everything. I've just got to get over that because it is such a hinderance. bah. But still, I learnt lots and lots and I'm now quite sure that I want to go into journalism of some description when I'm all growed up, but not local news, I just find it too ridiculous. (most amusing headline I saw this week read : "DRUG ADDICT SELLS LAWN MOVER TO FEED HABIT" which amused me beyond belief.)


Tomorrow; meeting Mark fer a bit and then Oliviasquee for food and cinema type goodness. Sunday; my mother and I venture into the evil trafford centre to purchase birthday presents for my dad. I am going to make the most of my seven day bus pass goddammit.


(I apologise for the double spaces between paragraphs by the way. but until I change my style you'll just have to put up with it)


I'm tired now. night night my pretties xx

In the fresh fruit and veg section of Tesco today I was shocked and disappointed to find that they didn't have the apples I wanted. I had to buy others.


I don't really mind too much, because Braeburns are lovely and make a good alternative, but if any of you have ever tasted a Pink Lady apple then you'll understand my point here. But it could have been worse, I suppose I could have been left with Coxes Pippins or mushy Golden Delicious..

do you like my new style darlings? (how much of a geek am I? I was writing the code for it on the bus home..)


I do, it's still a bit iffy in places, i need some intelligent people to go and read my lj_style post and tell me how to make paragraphs work properly.


Today was not good. scary scary scary awkwardness. the afternoon was okay I suppose but I was ready to cry at lunch. - sad viv


but wooo i found my airbus mp3s :D - happy viv.

Meep. today was scary.
It was really good when I had things to do. But I spent an awful lot of time sat about being bored.
I don't especially want to go back tomorrow.. but I will (of course)

I'm sudenly very very scared about my work placement.. eep what if I'm crap? Half the reason I'm so hestitant to get involved in proper publications is because I've so little confidence in my ability to write (which may or may not be justified.. I don't know, that's the problem). The guy who's responsible for me seemed quite cool (which i think is why I'm so intimidated) and said I could do some stuff on local bands if I want amongst other local news type things so I won't just be making tea. hurrah.

Anyway to compensate for scarednessI have bought nice things to wear, since they did say I have to dress 'relatively smartly'. I now own the most adorable (yes,adorable) pair of shoes and some lovely tweedy trousers that are too big but really comfy and low waisted and a nice brown v-neck sweater and a grey-blue top with poppers (no, not those kinds of poppers) down the arms. It all rawks.. and is extra lovely because my Dad paid for it all since he is the best.

Yesterday was cold. I went to Manchester to meet Mark (and drag him into pop cafe so i could drink cheap coffee muhahahahaha) and wander which soon somehow turned into sitting about with a variety of Random People with Interesting Hair ^TM. Highly amusing. I like meeting random people.. but I must come across as a right snob.. I don't mean too, I'm just so fecking shy :'(

Though I did buy From the Choirgirl Hotel for £6.. so that's good.

wooo Jimi i'm burning your CD as we speak!. can you mail me your address and I'll get it sent off in the next few days..

now.. bed I think

Hmph. I think I shall leave the rest of my marxist analysis of 'the lady of shalott' until tomorrow morning (I've quite enjoyed writing it so far though..). I'm so tired, school was pretty shit today. Mrs Cliffe was being a cow for no apparent reason, "i only see you at lunchtimes, that is when you can be bothered to turn up". Erm.. EXCUSE ME?, I'm sorry, I was under the impression that I had managed to overcome numerous problems to get myself to practically every one of your fucking lessons. Argh stupid woman I can't cope with people being like that with me.. I've always been too angelic so I haven't had to cope with it. If any of my teachers ever actually shouted at me I think I'd just burst into tears.

She has written me a very good reference though. Got all my ucas stuff sorted today. I can now just forget about it until I need to start worrying about why I'm not receiveing any offers. But that won't be for a while.. phew

i now have a work placement. It seems I shall spend next week making coffee for these people. I really dislike local newspapers because they're so full of pap, I would have liked to have to got a place on a big issue-esque kind of publication, something a little broader. But this will still be good I think.. and certainly is better than nothing.

I want to make a new lj style, while I still can.

sleepy sleepy sleepy
night night xxx

I can see this is going to be a pretty dull kind of week. It has peaked too early. These first two days have involved very nice tea and brie cheese foodstuffs with ell and receiving lovely radiohead things from Lauren and lovely idlewild things from Rachy. (Nice things shall be on their way to you at some point, miss lauren.. Rach.. anything you'd like in return?)

I think things can only go downhill.

Infact, it's already started, some scary smelly goff guy tried to chat me up in WH Smiths (while I was occupied with trying to choose my chocolate bar) and old men were telling me how wonderful university is this morning.. I'm just not in the mood for scary, random strangers right now. After school I went and had really really crap passport photos done with me looking bog-eyed and like I have about six billion different skin tones. Then I locked myself out of the house, I was too busy reciting my shopping list in my head (courgettes, mushrooms, peppers; courgettes, mushrooms, peppers; courgettes, mushrooms, peppers;..) to remember to pick up my purse that has a house key attached, so I had to walk all the way up to the frickin tennis courts to find my dad and get his key.

I was just not in a good mood. made worse by a stupidly huge amount of bizarre questions I have to answer on Measure for Measure.

but OH MY FUCKING GOD THE FLAMING LIPS ARE TOURING AGAIN!!!!!
(january thurs 16th manchester academy)
this time... this time, I WILL go, oh yes. squee!
(ooh that reminds me, must email Greg..)


hehehe okay, that has made me quite cheery :D.

( oh wait wait wait.... knowledgeable computer people?? )

Full fathom five thy father lies;
of his bones are coral made;
those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade
but doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange

I'm mildly pissed off with college for not being organized enough to find me a work placement (not entirely their fault.. but i think they coul;d have done better if they hadn't squeezed the task of finding our entire year group placements into about month and since I handed in my forms for in June). I may try and find somewhere for myself.. I just find it very unlikely that there are any magazine offices/record labels/art galleries in manchester that will accept a work experience person, particularly at only a weeks notice. (if any of you can think of any then please do tell..)


So.. it would seem that I will have an extra week off before half term.. erm.. well wont that be exciting.

bah.

(oh for chrissake, it's taking half an hour to get into hotmail..gahbastardfuckwit)

I WANT TO GO SHOPPING
I HAVE NO MONEY
AND NO FRIENDS

POO