The last ever essay (Describe and Discuss the role of 'Secrecy' in Two or More Oceanic Examples) has been handed in. I asked for my first and last extension for it. It was due on Tuesday but I felt so sick on Sunday (post-Coxy) that I knew that it wouldn't be in on time. Anyhow, it's done, it's in and now, I've got but 2 more exams to go and then I'm done with university, done with St Andrews. I felt almost sad to hand it in....then again, what a tremendous relief. I'm taking the rest of today off and I might (should) start revision tomorrow....my first exam is a week from Saturday..but tomorrow night, if all goes as planned, I will be at the St Andrews Charity May Ball (apparently the UK's biggest student-run ball), drinking like a fish (free flow of 'premium' drinks and food) and dancing to a plethora of student bands and big name djs like GROOVE ARMADA and Lottie...oh yes.....
It is going to be a massive massive night!! Bring on the May Ball!!!
On a final note, at yesterday's last ever class(i know,i know..eveything seems to be taking on a special significance in my last few weeks at uni), the guest lecturer spoke about blogs and how they represent so many different things...much of what he said made loads of sense and really made me think about this blog and how it's become such an (dare i say it?) important part of my everyday life....what started as an online diary for the randoms out there to read, has become something which constrains me and has so many boundaries that I dare not reveal everything that passes thru my thoughts...the poetry is as close as I get to speaking my mind but, apart frm that, I never really mention names for fear of being found out...have i turned into my blog? or has my blog turned into me? It's become such a part of my identity....my blogging persona, almost like my alter-ego, injected with bits and bobs of my true self, if there exists such a thing...it's almost like I have an identity, a reputation to uphold...a side of me which my audience expects everytime they log on....what Lynette said about my 2 themes (partying and the lack of love) have almost come to define who I am as the online diarist....surely, there must be more to me than just the two themes? Maybe tomorrow I'll write about the sleeping habits of ants and write a poem about shoe laces.
But for now, here's the:
Poem of the Day:
The sun is shining
The sun is shining,
Feels like I've not slept in days,
My nightmares,
Continue to
Plague my mind.
Waking up every morning to find,
That I'm still stuck in this shell,
This imperfectly formed excuse for a body.
The sun is shining.
And I'm thinking,
About going to the gym.
But decide instead,
To give in,
To:
My vices,
My wants.
My needs,
For booze,fags,caffeine and depression.
Don't I ever learn my lesson?
The sun is shining yet I'm feeling helpless,cold and empty.
Tim'05
Choonage: The Thrills - Old Friends, New Lovers
It is going to be a massive massive night!! Bring on the May Ball!!!
On a final note, at yesterday's last ever class(i know,i know..eveything seems to be taking on a special significance in my last few weeks at uni), the guest lecturer spoke about blogs and how they represent so many different things...much of what he said made loads of sense and really made me think about this blog and how it's become such an (dare i say it?) important part of my everyday life....what started as an online diary for the randoms out there to read, has become something which constrains me and has so many boundaries that I dare not reveal everything that passes thru my thoughts...the poetry is as close as I get to speaking my mind but, apart frm that, I never really mention names for fear of being found out...have i turned into my blog? or has my blog turned into me? It's become such a part of my identity....my blogging persona, almost like my alter-ego, injected with bits and bobs of my true self, if there exists such a thing...it's almost like I have an identity, a reputation to uphold...a side of me which my audience expects everytime they log on....what Lynette said about my 2 themes (partying and the lack of love) have almost come to define who I am as the online diarist....surely, there must be more to me than just the two themes? Maybe tomorrow I'll write about the sleeping habits of ants and write a poem about shoe laces.
But for now, here's the:
Poem of the Day:
The sun is shining
The sun is shining,
Feels like I've not slept in days,
My nightmares,
Continue to
Plague my mind.
Waking up every morning to find,
That I'm still stuck in this shell,
This imperfectly formed excuse for a body.
The sun is shining.
And I'm thinking,
About going to the gym.
But decide instead,
To give in,
To:
My vices,
My wants.
My needs,
For booze,fags,caffeine and depression.
Don't I ever learn my lesson?
The sun is shining yet I'm feeling helpless,cold and empty.
Tim'05
Choonage: The Thrills - Old Friends, New Lovers
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