I really really want to study English at Oxford university. I mean really. This is like all the expensive shoes and unobtainable boys rolled into one slightly scary three year long experience. The thing that really gets me is, I know I can do this. I am talented at English, I am passionate about books (mostly), I am enthusiastic (sometimes), I am creative and confident and can do all that critical thinking stuff. I am what Oxford wants, they just don't know it yet.

Sometimes it is right to voice your opinion, even when it isn't wanted and especially when it won't be liked. The important thing is choosing your arguments wisely - there are times when shit happens and its not your business, and there are times when something needs to be said. I'm working on learning the difference.

There is a point when letting go is hard but holding on is wrong. How do we distinguish the point where making yourself happy (holding on) becomes selfishness (holding on), and should we make ourselves unhappy (letting go) in order to save the feelings of others (letting go)? (NB: people who know me and are wondering what this refers to...don't. It's an incoherent thought.)

Some people just don't have a grip on reality. I often wonder how they arrive at the position where their view of the world is just so far removed from what's actually going on...and generally this leads to the concern that maybe I'm that way too, and I just don't know it. I've instructed dirtygirl to keep me informed.

I think maybe if I got more sleep and read better quality literature and didn't spend so much time online/watching Sex and the City, my thoughts would be more coherent. I guess we'll never know.

My girls are *it*. I cannot remember the last time I was so excited to see someone as when I saw bo last night. I went bowling with dirtygirl and caz this morning. I'm not quite sure why. We named ourselves after characters from Plato's The Republic. Seeeeeeeeee, I'm intellectual.

Making friends is really easy when you're drunk.

Blue bols is mighty fine, and bacon double cheeseburgers are just the most fantastical thing.

Radiohead accompany me in my incoherent confusion. They're pretty cool companions, except I think somebody should feed Thom. And maybe take him on holiday somewhere nice.

Getting emails from cool canadian people makes me very very happy. Start being nice to me before I emigrate and leave you behind.

I made a mix-tape for no reason today. It didn't hold any point - there was no agenda or intention connected to it, it was not a letter or a diary entry. It was just a collection of very cool songs, and that made me happy too.

Mission for this week : find a word to replace "coherent".

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* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to