tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914549822096224262012-01-13T19:03:02.746ZItastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.comBlogger1031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-15618323931141760892011-11-20T21:43:00.001Z2011-11-20T22:45:07.273Z

There's a shed-load of stuff going on at the minute. I really didn't think that life could get much more complicated than it has been in recent years, but, as has become the standard, I was wrong. I find life pretty confounding at the best of times, and these are most certainly not the best of times. What with University work, health (or lack thereof) issues and all the other things that the

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My schedule has my final "Work" period of the day down as 1900-2100, but having been a bit under the weather lately (I caught a couple of the "start-of-term" bugs that're always flying around academia at this time of year), I have let myself stop at 2000 instead, with a few more breaks during the day as well. Hopefully as term progresses and my health improves, I will gradually increase the

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Who would have thought it - I made it to the start of my Master's year? When I was growing up, particularly in my teenage years, one of the things that I considered to be an inevitability in my future would be the acquisition of a degree. The astonishing effort to get this far was not something that I remember featuring in this prophecy, and the exhaustion which it has generated was more than a

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Different poem, same theme: And how, In this world of promise and light, Do you see so little In the way of illumination? Could it, Though, in truth, I shudder to ask, Be that your blinkered eyes Look not for a brighter path than this? Tis plain This lethargy runs far too deep Dulling the mind and wit - An apathy to be fought in vain. A cloak Is draped heavy about the heart An enveloping force

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I feel like a ship Broken in two But everything's fine What's wrong with you?Waves of confusion Break on a forgotten shore But you got what you want You can hardly want more?If the answer were simple Would the question exist? What question is that I don't follow your gist?I wish I knew And could see some light Why do you feel so wrong When it's all going right?Why is it no

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A number of people have expressed a desire to see what my writing is like when framed in a more up-beat context, so here is a contracted review of my favourite musician, instigated by the glorious (and most likely once in a lifetime) experience of having seen him in concert this week. Disclaimer: These opinions, while stated as fact for the purpose of publication, are entirely my own. You are

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I have been trying a lot of things lately to try not to think about my impending exam results. Today I was editing and finishing off an essay that I started a while ago. This particular piece was tricky to finish for reasons which will become clear if you read it as the subject matter is somewhat self-explanatory. As always with my writing, it was a difficult decision upon completion as to

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I am an amateur writer. I’m not particularly fussy about what I write, I have tried my hand at poetry, fiction and letter-writing, and am even an occasional essayist. Obviously, there is also this ‘blog, although I will admit that I am unsure as to the classification of this particular type of word-play. I suppose that it has become a class of its own over the years, but it must have developed

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My geekery seems to be expanding in unpredictable and unhelpful ways. Today this was highlighted by watching the first three editions of this year’s Springwatch. It started with getting the quiz on the first show right (as per my tweet) by recognising a Red Kite feather, but I was able to dismiss this on the grounds that that particular bird has always been my favourite raptor. However, things

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It’s that time of year again – May/June is the bane of most students’ lives. I have 7 exams this year, 2 of which I sat last week: Introduction to Artificial Intelligence, and Continuum Mathematics. The first exam was bearable, the second much less so. Luckily, I had some friends from church who live round the corner from the venue and very kindly invited me for dinner. This gave me a chance to

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Howdy folks, it’s been a while. I won’t bother to explain away my absence, but I can explain my re-emergence: I have a new schedule in place which is aimed at helping me to work more effectively. How does this affect my blogging? Well, part of this attempt to improve the quality of my work involves creating the appropriate ratio between work and breaks – 45 minutes working followed by a 15

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... because work and life were getting too much.I write a lot of random (and quite weird) stuff. Currently I'm writing an exposition about why you shouldn't pretend to be an expert on things which you really don't understand, but that will probably be a bit heavy-going, so before that I thought I'd give you something a little less moody.This is an introduction to a piece of fiction which I have

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... and hence the lack of posting - I haven't even had a Word of the Week, let alone a chance to blog about it. Today has also been a bad day, I did almost no work, and the stuff I tried I got wrong.The worst thing is that yesterday was great, and the weekend coming should be too. I spent the afternoon with friends from church yesterday - lovelier people you couldn't hope to meet - and on Friday

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It's pretty cheesy and poorly edited, but here is a Promotional Short for the band Playing in Circles. The song featured is a cut-down version of one of their songs Our Life on CCTV which seemed vaguely appropriate. It's almost completely unauthorised by the band, but I think people should listen to them - I don't know if this will help or hinder that cause, but it's worth a try.

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This week – Phrase of the Week (#2):So I thought it would be nice, for a change, to look at the origin of another well known, if somewhat socially inurned, phrase.Pig’s EarTo make a pig’s ear of something is to make such a mess of a project that the result is considered useless. The phrase dates back to the Middle Ages when, if a craftsman – or more often the apprentice – was to make something so

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This week – Word of the Week (#13):   esculent n. A thing, especially a vegetable, fit to be eaten; adj. Fit to be eaten; edible.

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Sometimes I think I'm just a pawn, In that game you play with other people's lives. You set up challenges throughout the day - Knowing full well they can't be done. Do you laugh, I wonder, as you watch us flounder? Is it some sadistic pleasure you draw from our efforts, Or is it just cold academia that drives your study? Even as the night draws in and the game is at a lull, Some other force, (or

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This week – Word of the Week (#12):sossv. To fit lazily on a chair; to fall at once into a chair.If anybody’s reading, sorry for the break in posts, I’ve not had the best of times lately. I am hoping that I’m back on track now, although my coursework levels are set to soar again tomorrow, so don’t hold it against me if I’m not quite able to spring back into positivity (never really my strong suit

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I don't really have the time to write this - to much Uni work still to do. However, I've just had a panic attack and am trying to stave off the next one.I'm aware that people in the past have permanently stopped reading my blog because of posts like this, and I'm quite happy for you to stop doing so too, although my only query would be 'why are you here in the first place?' This site was

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Two posts in one day! I'm making up for a few lost days.I know that it's still quite early, but since I will be going to London next Friday I am, as always, having one week's Christmas in Bristol. I don't go mad, but I do draw my own tree on my whiteboard. This year, I decided to let out my tree's inner 'anorak' and have highly symbolic, uber geeky decorations. To make it a little more exciting,

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This week - Word of the Week (#11):boffinn. Possibly an acronym taken from the Armed Forces, meaning 'Back Office Intelligence'.The etymology of this word is actually uncertain, but I have presented my personal favourite theory. Having had this word levied at me as an insult for the majority of my school career, this post is aimed at reclaiming it as a positive word. I was always proud to be

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This week - Word of the Week (#10):sesquipedaliann. Given to using long words. Related to sesquipedalia which means a very long word (often described as a foot and a half long.

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This week – Word of the Week (#9):groggy adj. Unwell or run down – generally as a result of having had too much to drink. In 1740 Admiral Vernon, the commander in chief of the West Indies replaced the neat rum which was then issued to all sailors twice daily, with a watered-down version. The Admiral was well-known among the sailors of the fleet, with a nickname of ‘Old Grog’*, and the unhappy

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Or has anybody else been wondering; does the increasing popularity of BlueTooth make conventionally mad people look normal or visa versa? Just a thought…

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This week - Word of the Week (#8):usquebaugh n. The water of life. A compounded, distilled, aromatic spirit; the Irish sort is particularly distinguished for its pleasant and mild flavour. The Highland sort is somewhat hotter; in Scottish they call it whisky. mmm, whiskey...

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This week – Word of the Week (#7): This week’s word was actually the first, and by far the most successful, word that I picked when restarted this experiment a while ago. That was before I decided to share my experiences in this with t’ interweb, and I can’t resist picking it again. So, back by (my own) popular demand and dedicated, with thanks for the memories - past and yet to come, to David;

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This week – Phrase of the Week (#1): This week, instead of just the one, I am giving you a whole bunch of words of the week. I’ve even strung them together to form a real phrase. Just to shake things up a little. Bad (or Good) Egg 19th Century. To describe someone as a good or bad egg is to suggest that they are decent, reliable or dependable (or not as the case may be). The expression bad egg

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This week – Word of the Week (#6): This week we have a slightly more contemporary word: mummerset n. An invented English dialect that mimics the stereotypical English Westcountry accent (it is not, however, specific to any particular county). The name is a play on words: the combination of "mummer", a slang term for a folk actor, and the name of the largely rural county of Somerset. Anyone

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This week – Word of the Week (#5): There is a possibility that this week’s word might become personally relevant to me soon, but for today I picked it on the basis that it sounds quite nice. whiffle v. To move inconstantly, as if driven by a puff of wind.

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This week – Word of the Week (#4): This week sees another offering from Samuel Johnson (It’s the only book I brought back to Bristol with me, so we’ll probably hear a lot from him). I really like this word and I hope that it’s one that you guys will have a go with during the next week. gad v. To ramble about without any settled purpose; to rave loosely and idly.

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         I hate that shrinking feeling,          It gets me every time.             Morale growing ever smaller,             Confidence knocked right back.          He takes pride in it -          It’s there in his eyes.            Watching as you break.             He’s meant to help -          He knows it’s his job,          And his manner seems kind.             Then you actually ask

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Bristol University starts teaching again on Monday. It was touch and go, but I made it back - and am still on track for a Masters too. Although my overall year average wasn't amazing, I am taking comfort in the fact that I managed a 2:1 or greater in nearly half of the modules. I really hope to build on that this year, and to prove, to myself and some other people, that I can do this.There are a

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This week – Word of the Week (#3): Short one this week, dedicated particularly to one of my cousins (snowingindoors – see the links on the sidebar) who has set herself up in business in this corner of the market. kindergraph n. Photograph of a child. From the German kinder – child, and the Greek graphikos – picturesque.

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This week – Word of the Week (#2): This week it’s an offering from Dr. Johnson, and was again chosen to be vaguely relevant – this is not a general trend in my method of electing a word, it’s just that in the last few weeks, when it came to picking the new addition to my vocabulary, relevancy seemed to be the appropriate avenue to take. So, in honour of my brother’s receipt of Rose Kemp’s new

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This week – Word of the Week (#1): So, recently I have been indulging in a little fancy. Every week I have been picking a word - generally one out of common use, and giving myself a week to try it out and see how it feels. On the whole it's been pretty fun, and I'd like to share the experience.Quite often I use a book that I have which contains a selection of Dr Samuel Johnson's definitions.

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I hate this poem.One night in the Easter holidays I was woken up with the first verse of this, and it has been haunting me ever since. The rhymes and structure are tenuous at best and the logical part of me is telling me to burn it, in the same way I do two-thirds of all my other poems, and forget it ever existed. However, I can't seem to shake it, so I'm hoping that publishing it will finally

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I will be posting again soon. I have a poem and some other stuff to share with people: some of it is a bit raw though, and I'm bogged down with revision/coursework at the minute, so watch this space - but not with bated breath because you might go blue...

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I've decided that if I want to get out of this rut in my life, I need to take some affirmative action. So for starters I am making a list (in itself something I like to do) of things that I feel I should/would like to do sometime in the near future.Doing more stuff that you like and trying new stuff is generally acknowledged to help improve the way people feel and although everyone knows that I

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I'm having a panic attack, and the only way to try and keep it vaguely under control is to be writing something like this.I would be doing coursework, but just looking at that seems to make it worse: I can feel my head burning as though someone had just poured a mixture of boiling oil and burning tar into every crevice in my brain and watched as it seeped it's way through all my synapses and

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I am giving myself 5 weeks, starting Monday 18th Jan, to sort stuff out, particularly my grades. If nothing improves, I plan to quit Uni and end this chapter of a somewhat unfulfilled and unsatisfactory life.I really don't want to do this, but it is important to be realistic; I have found that looking back, as pragmatically as possible, over the last two years, and assessing the pros and cons of

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I have tried being a good friend and relative, I've tried being sociable, I've tried to work hard enough to earn my place at this University and in people's company, but I have failed, and now have nothing else to give.I don't want to play this game any more, or keep trying to stay afloat in the rapids of my life. The failures simply return again and again in rushing tides, causing more trouble

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This is a poem written by my friend: when I read it I thought that it needed some tlc, but that it had some nice potential, and was a more optimistic take on things than the sort of stuff I have been writing and avoiding posting lately.Under Construction I’m tearing myself apart,and pulling myself together.But it’s harder than it looks,and I know I could do better. Trying to amend my faults,and

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I am putting up this post, as it is National poetry day, and as I purport to be a poet of sorts (hey it rhymes!). Please note however, that this was written on the spur of the moment, and is not really indicative of the sort of quality that I normally aspire to.Shout for all the world to hear,Yipee, yahoo, hooray!Shout to all the world, my Dear,It's National Poetry Day!

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To any of you who have stumbled across this site in a last ditch attempt to find something on the web to help you sleep; Apologies to you for having to put up with my banal conversation for all these years.I understand now that the sort of stuff I talk about generally holds very little interest for anyone else, and so I probably bore you. One guy, who I've known for about 16 years, turned to me

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Wow, it's been a while.Just a quickie to thank everyone for their support with my exams, exam results and house-hunting. This time next week I will be back in Brizzle, in my band new flat (pictures and description in due course). If you are for any sad reason a regular checker of this site, here is a list of what I expect/hope to be in the blog this new academic year:Hopes- General updates re. (

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Okay, don't ask me how I did it, but somehow I managed to pass my first year retake, and almost respectably too. This means that at the end of September I will actually be going back to start what will be my 3rd year in Bristol, and my 2nd year of the course. I can't say enough how grateful I am to the folks who were, and indeed still are, supporting me, you all rock. Hopefully, with the plans I

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When I was a child, I believed that I was a moderately intelligent, relatively hard-working person, and that when I grew up I could pretty much be whatever I wanted to be. It turns out I was being supremely and unjustifiably arrogant, and for starters I feel I should apologise to the people I was at school with for all the times I was inexcusably patronising to you.I don't know if any of you know

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Heed my warning folks, insomnia and a lack of home internet is not an aid to revision.It is distracting and unhelpful for concentration, hence I am posting here and not thrilled about my progress in the studying area. My head is spinning, and feels as though it's full of soggy cotton wool, so if anybody has any motivational ideas or morale/health boosting suggestions, I'd be grateful.Thanks peeps.

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Wow, it's been a while hasn't it?The long absence doesn't appear to have made my heart grow fonder: I seem to still be as obnocious as I've always been, and although I don't have anything particularly interesting or eloquent to say, it's entirely possible that this rant will last far too long. In fact I think it probably has already if I'm honest, so I'll stop soon.I think it's fair to say that I

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-8491800414779122072009-01-17T19:54:00.001Z2009-01-17T19:56:05.433Z

My brother asked me the other day why I hadn't done a blog post in so long.The short answer is I've had nothing to say.The longer answer is that I've felt like shit and had nothing to say.Sorry.

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Warning; this post is mostly (entirely) a rant; rhetoric spiralling into near-despair. I will try to make the next post better-possibly with another poem.Right, tomorrow is the start of week 8 in the University calender. There are 10 weeks in the term leading up to Christmas, which means I've only got 3 weeks to go.I'm having mixed feelings about this and many things at present. I'm getting used

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-62021876238873879862008-11-19T11:35:00.001Z2008-11-19T11:36:57.249Z

http://xkcd.com/505/

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First of all, thanks all for your kind thoughts.I saw the Doctor last week. He wasn't much help with the 'flu symptoms; he said they'd sort themselves out over time, and they did disappear for a bit, although I've got them back again now, and will probably have them on and off for the rest of the winter. What he did do was give me four prescriptions such that I'll soon be rattling like a pill box

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Today I am very low; I have no internet at home and am suffering from 'flu like symptoms. I have sat half comatose through all my morning lectures and I don't anticipate being any more lively in the next one.Hopefully my Doctor's appointment will give me some help, if I survive until 4 O'Clock, which feels like an age away.

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Apologies in advance, there are some slightly ropey bits in this poem, although I hope that overall it get by okay.The days last long when darkness brings not sleep.No help from the warm drink or counted ewe.Even resort to the bottle 'tis true,Brings no cure. Soon one wishes to sit and weep.Out of the window on the streets you peep:Shrouded in slumber are all but the few;Workers and those who

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-49865043260729450342008-10-15T19:17:00.003+01:002008-10-24T22:22:35.973+01:00

Okay guys, if you're not a mathematician, bear with me. It's sad I know, but to try and convince myself that I was working earlier, I produced a lovely typed copy of the proof that the square root of two is irrational (cannot be written as a fraction). This is something that I know off by heart and really had no need to type up, but I really think it's rather elegant.If you have any interest in

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I wake up with The Feeling, like I could cry,Only crying doesn't come easily to me.Hysteria and panic open the flood gates,But even then only sometimes.The Feeling makes my head spin,Drowning in a salty ocean,With nowhere to go.So It travels to my stomach.The nausea wrenches at me,Telling me I'll faint or puke.But nothing happens,Just The Feeling,Stagnating.A poem in recognition of National

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Warning: Ramble alert (probably safest for those with ADHD or the like not to bother with this one)!!!How-do folks,It's been a tough year, and now it's going to start all over again. The new Uni term starts tomorrow, with me enrolled as an occasional student, retaking the first year (all bar two coursework-only units in which I actually did quite well: one of them being programming, yes I did

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-33772373056775461042008-08-27T21:31:00.002+01:002008-10-24T22:28:23.421+01:00

I have finally managed to start looking at the first three films taken on my new camera (Canon 500 EOS mmm yeh), and a few of them have now gone up on Flickr: criticism (constuctive only please) is always welcome.Have in the last couple of weeks taken two more films; so there should be a fairly steady flow of uploads as an when I get round to getting them developed.http://www.flickr.com/photos/

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-79971864718146517672008-07-23T11:35:00.001+01:002008-07-23T11:36:43.982+01:00

At St. Mark's with my friends Mrs Fitzmaurice and Jenny: tired but content.

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Some days are better than others. Today is certainly not one of those days.The Doctor, when he prescribed this new medication, did say that things would probably deteriorate quite a lot before they started to get any better, and he was definitely right. I feel rotten. My sleep is getting worse, something I didn't think could happen, and my moods are now so unpredictable that I really don't know

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-29173864722255994012008-07-02T20:34:00.002+01:002008-07-02T21:08:39.557+01:00

Mark and I went to Richmond today to look for my Dad's birthday present, and we seem to have stumbled upon a new type of "Day" (you know the thing, "Fathers' Day", "Valentine's Day", "Dressdown Friday" etc), which we think ought to become a regular feature in people's Diaries. We have Christened it "Friendly Wednesday".Almost everyone that we met seemed to be in a nice, friendly mood, even the

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Man, things have been hectic lately.I've never been scared of exams in my life, and yet this year I couldn't stem the panic. I felt like I was having constant heart-attacks or something of the sort: not at all pleasant. The results come out tomorrow, and it's a fairly foregone conclusion that I have failed them all, even taking into account the 'mitigating circumstances'. This of course means

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'nough said

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Okay, so this is a venting post.Not five minutes into my first (and theoretically easiest) exam, I started a panic attack. In order to stem the oncoming flow of hysteria, I had to initiate a complete mental shut-down, meaning that although I had the pen in my hand and am pretty sure I made marks on the paper; I have no idea what I wrote or whether any of it was relevant to the exam in question.So

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-49033574984262486882008-05-17T12:02:00.003+01:002008-10-24T22:23:10.805+01:00

Why, oh why did I choose Engineering Mathematics?I don't think that I have ever been so convinced of failing in my life. And to top it all, today I have already had three severe panic attacks; of the gut-wrenching head-exploding uncontrollable-twitching variety, and I failed three past papers in my easiest unit.I have now come to the conclusion that failure is inevitable, and so a part of me has

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-45965037685476709942008-05-08T14:11:00.002+01:002008-05-08T14:19:32.918+01:00

I'm sleeping, er, no, revising. Yeah, that's it, revising (I think I got away with that one).

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There are two things I'd quite like people's help on.The first, minor, one is the new blog layout: better or worse?The Main issue though, is more of a personal one. I was wondering if anybody had any idea of how to stop what is becoming absolutely crippling neck pain. I used to have it constantly, and had thought lately that I was rid of it, but unfortuneately today it came back, with a mighty

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-23641191479157572612008-04-26T11:20:00.000+01:002008-05-08T14:19:32.919+01:00

I would imagine the title speaks for itself doesn't it?

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Oh fan-bloody-tastic, only just over twelve hours until the start of a new term and I'm feeling the approach of a panic attack. Hence writing this post; I am hoping that banal distractions will hold of the worst until bed-time when I can hope to sleep off the fear.The worst thing is that I didn't even think I was scared: I was looking forward to a new start and a new kick up the preverbial, and I

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-3893600357907859052008-04-17T12:23:00.001+01:002008-04-17T12:31:03.370+01:00

I started this game on the whiteboard at home in London, and thought it might be fun to try an internet version.StoryboardHere's the Rules:Only write two words at a timeTry to keep it looking vaguely grammatically soundTry not to finish the sentence.I've added a link to the document I started it in at the bottom of this post and on the link list to the right of the page. If you want to join the

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On closer inspection and with translation into English, it appears that actually, the description of me as brown in the previous post is pretty darn accurate.So apologies and thanks to Gill for explaining it in layman's terms and pushing me to re-read it.I hereby accept the mantle of browness and try to avoid taking anything apart due to my inquisitive nature.

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-63939858258469603302008-04-14T18:47:00.002+01:002008-05-08T14:15:06.592+01:00

These quizzes are great for time-wasting, but they don't half spout some guff."Your true colour is brown!You're brown, a credible, stable colour that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver.

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Hounslow. I'm back for a couple of weeks, and I'm trying to spend that time consolidate my work and get vaguely up to date so that when I go back I can focus on the last part of term at the same level as everyone else and possibly focus on my revision. So far things haven't gone entirely to plan though, so I'm not terrribly happy.My Nan came home with me last Thursday and so I've been trying to

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-84655359218940826172008-03-14T16:59:00.004Z2008-12-13T07:24:31.129Z

I finally finished my Programming Project! After much cursing and tearing out of hair, I made I program that works, burnt it to disk added a funky cover and got it handed in.Much encouragement and support was given to me, and the help from JB was invaluable; there's no way I'd've got there without him, cheers.Not much else to say, I'm going on holiday tomorrow to eM's, (psyked!!), so updates on

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0016 and I'm still awake. What the F***?I seem to be experiencing a gut-wrenching, nauseating, stress-induced insomnia. According to my routine (an idea suggested by the Doc), I should be in bed and heading off to sleep by 2230, and yet here I am. I feel sick, miserable, vaguely suicidal and basically a complete wreck.I can't do this shit any more. I know I should be able to, but, taking Fluids

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-72658666339831945372008-03-10T21:27:00.001Z2008-03-10T21:31:48.134Z

Urrrrggggghhhhhhhh............

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As the pic shows, I have had my hair done. The funky new cut and style was given to me by my cousin Matt (I highly recommend him to anyone with access to Bridgewater). It doesn't look quite like that now, as this was taken just after it had been done and he had straightened it and put gel or something in it, but it still looks uber cool. I'm afraid I've not been converted enough to go out and by

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Like Indigo Finds Edgy Foals Under Cover, Kangaroos Incessantly Need Green Sustaining Umbrellas Coating Koala Skin.I Wonder If Songs Harbour In Terror Wise Oblongs Undulating Limpid Discrepencies ALL Embedded 'Neath Dixieland.

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Today we got our programming assessment outlines for which we must write a suitable programme in two weeks; arrghh!Part of me is quite psyked about this, as the second of the two options is about lexicographical analysis, which to me sounds great, but at the same time it does involve using the knowledge gained over the entirety of the course; about 11 weeks worth of work, and try as I may, I'm

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So I've reached the end of two full weeks, where I made myself attend everything I was supposed to without being too ill to go in or anything. A sad thing to be so momentus that it requires a blog post, but there you go, it's the extent of excitement in my life.On the other hand, by the start of next week, I will have done two semi-social things: On Wednesday I went to see Sweeney Todd with my

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Damn shelves; Friday morning fixed; Saturday evening broken again, spectacularly

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Howdy.So I've been a bit ill lately (more than usual), and it has made me think about some stuff. I have discovered that although I'm not now panicing that I will fail and not be able to handle life, that I have gone to the complete other extreme, and now don't really give a toss one way or the other. Every time I think to myself 'I should do some work' another, bigger part of me says 'stuff it,

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-29476284354053074842008-01-09T17:15:00.000Z2008-01-09T17:46:59.598Z

I have discovered the beauty of youtube! The complete first and second series of the American version of Whose Line Is It Anyway, including the one below (One episode, three clips), which is the first American one featuring our very own home-grown comic genius, Josie Lawrence, Yay!I dare you to watch this and not laugh; it's a genius program, and this isn't even one of the best episodes.

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...Well that's it actually, I have just had to admit to myself that I am, in fact, a weak and feeble woman, with none of the perks. I was walking home from Temple Meads Station with my laptop, coursework and a few clothes in my shoulder bag, can't have been too many kilos (the coursework was only about a packet and a half's worth of paper in three files, and my laptop can't be more than a couple;

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-87368465500592848312007-12-28T09:19:00.000Z2007-12-28T09:21:39.200Z

Just a quick post to pay my respects to Benazir Bhutto. She was probably Pakistan's best hope of a proper democracy, and her death will have so many reprocussions.Rest in Peace Ms Bhutto.

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Wow, what a loser, I have only just worked out how to get a photo onto a post. This is me trying to be sociable for Christmas. Other images on facebook, and maybe I'll put some more up later.Also, for some of the more pushy people, there are a couple of photos from the Bristol party, although none with me in; sorry.http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=23444&l=e0ce5&id=706423254(Apparently this

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So it has been nearly a week since the party, and no pics. Sorry about that, but unfortunately, they turned out to be pretty shite, and so there will be no photos of the EngMat 1st yr Christmas party. I will make more of an effort next time.Hope everybody's looking forward to Christmas (or Winterval).

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Right, so I saw Alan Champneys, the Head of EngMat, today (cool bloke), and he gave me some more strategies that I could try. He realised that the course is not the problem, and he even thinks that it wouldn't be that hard for me to come back in January.It looks like my big problem is giving myself some kind of outlet other than work, and that should make things more comfortable. I think that

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Okay, so it seems I'm destined to hang around for a bit longer, so as promised here comes some moaning; although not so much self pity today.I am making this an official rant, made all the easier to do by the fact that it is highly unlikely that the people I am ranting about will ever read this. So, here goes:Certain people in a certain finance department at a certain Uni in Cheltenham completely

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-48376446394630526992007-12-09T17:19:00.000Z2007-12-09T17:29:06.664Z

Sorry folks, apparently my last post looked like a suicide note and some people got a bit worried. It wasn't exactly me deciding to end it, but more a wish that somebody else would end it for me. As it happens I was out of luck and I'm still here. Yesterday I thought things were looking up, but I was wrong again; seeing my friend Maddy was great (she's flippin' awesome), and seeing Mark today was

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-80433344632368718372007-12-07T18:34:00.000Z2007-12-10T17:53:20.079Z

Damn!!It just gets worse doesn't it?I am now telling the world to get stuffed, I'm going to bed and I hope that I never get up again, eternal darkness is highly desired right now.Thanks again everyone, and it's not anyone elses fault but mine, you've all been great and I'm sorry that I couldn't live up to everyone's faith in me, I just don't have what it takes I guess.Seeya

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As the Title suggests, I am now back home in Bristol, and I have the internet, woohoo!I feel kinda nervy, but I really want to give this a go, and I have the added comfort of being more in touch with people now that I am online. I also feel a bit better knowing that I have my cousin Benji's Christmas present, and have had some ideas for some other people.Now that I'm here I don't really know what

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-49386597854520174292007-11-26T20:46:00.000Z2007-11-26T20:50:35.921Z

Another predictable me quiz..."Calm down, you're an overreactor! You're an Overreacter. Putting you in the ranks of professional worriers everywhere, your stress style makes for a rather dramatic life. You tend to imagine worst-case scenarios whenever possible — in some way, picturing the most severe outcome even feels comforting. But while feeling stressed before problems occur gives you a sense

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Saw the Doctor today, and she says that I have made amazing progress in the last couple of weeks, helped a lot, she thinks, by the fact that my pills have now really started to kick in and do their stuff. I told her that what I really wanted to do was to get back home to Bristol, and that I thought if I went now without the pressure of lectures or any obligation of that sort it might be a way of

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-10034262797815756952007-11-21T16:11:00.000Z2007-12-10T17:49:18.368Z

There was me thinking that things were looking up...Yesterday and Monday I did manage the whole going out thing, but it made me feel really sick; today I stayed in bed until one and would have stayed longer if I hadn't heard the call of nature and then forced myself to get up. I felt truly shite, and to top it all, when I did get up I discovered that my Nan (who was with us for a few days when

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-61215088029194709862007-11-17T16:03:00.000Z2007-11-21T20:20:05.579Z

I have been scared to listen to music for ages; I haven't even listened to Sounds of the Sixties, my favourite show. Today, though, Harry showed me this great website where I can create a playlist and add it to my blog, so we had a bit of a music fest. You will find the MP3 player at the bottom of my blog, and you may notice the subtle connection in the vague themes (or my interpretation of those

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-77870998570085578452007-11-13T15:26:00.001Z2007-12-07T13:18:35.388Z

I've been to the doctor's and been certified for four weeks, which takes me up to the Christmas holidays. I saw a different doctor at the practice, who said that Dr *******, while being a good doctor is probably not the best at dealing with the mental health side of things; like I hadn't noticed. So I'm still taking the drugs, with some new ones on top (for Gastritis, yay), and other avenues are

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That's all folks

Itastelikedeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495330930959187940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991454982209622426.post-12838118502733143642007-11-11T12:23:00.000Z2007-11-11T13:02:26.346Z

So I found this on Harry's site and discovered I am as predictable as I thought. I don't know whether this makes me proud or makes me feel like total shite.What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Science/Math Nerd (Absolute Insane Laughter as you pour toxic chemicals into a foaming tub of death!)Well, maybe you aren't this extreme, but you're in league with the crazy scientists/mathmeticians of

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