'I do not wish to treat friendships daintily...

but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.'
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Congratulations Mandymoo!

Follow your heart and may your soul continue in its radiant brilliance.

The dream is alive

Obama, even though you fucked up your oath, I still have faith in you.

I am practically living in two houses.

I am actually freezing.

Nellie McKay, I love you

...aaaand my brother has just left the house wearing leggings

'Everything popular is wrong'

Yesterday I had a history exam, went out for dinner, yada yada yada.

I can't remember the last weekend I had at home, with nobody far away to visit and no festivities to attend. This weekend is no different either!

Joanna needs to rest her tired mind, and yet, it buzzes! Will Joanna's mind ever relax? Even when her mind is done of homework, studying, and continual ponderings about feminism and spirituality, it invents something to worry about! I blame society. Once my mind is finished with the important things it focuses on the indoctrination it's been subjected to its entire life - THIS IS WHAT YOU SHOULD LOOK LIKE, THIS IS HOW YOU ARE EXPECTED TO BEHAVE, IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW THE RIDICULOUS, SHALLOW RULES OF MEDIA AND ADVERTISING THEN YOU ARE WORTHLESS!

Although that doesn't happen very often at all these days, which I'm rather pleased about. I actually feel rather triumphant about it.

I've been trying to find articles for my English coursework all morning and, after going through about 70 articles, I'm now undecided about the subject I wish to approach. Back to the drawing board, it seems. I need some sort of divine inspiration!

Oh yes, I did

“ 'Beauty' is a currency system like the gold standard. Like any economy, it is determined by politics, and in the modern age in the West is the last, best belief system that keeps male dominance intact.” - Naomi Wolf

OMG: An update!

Today’s new:
A devil-cat attempted to dismember my right index-finger.

In other news, a question (as always):
How is it that people who would be classed as highly educated and highly intelligent, find it so unfathomably difficult to think outside a small, stuffy box?

I’ve often heard it said that people who have had a classic education are the worst for being ignorant in other, more free-thinking areas but in my experience, particularly over the last year or so, I’ve been encouraged to think for myself, from other perspectives and from every possible angle - the more unique, the better - when it comes to organised and institutional education.

This contradiction has me entirely flummoxed - how is it possible to be so intelligent and so utterly stupid at the same time?

I am well aware that there are many types of intelligence, all of them differing greatly from the other, but there comes a point at which you expect quite a few of these types of intelligence to meet where they actually just…don’t. Like separate countries with vast oceans in between but none of these countries seems to have invented a boat compatible with the shore or port of any of the other countries.

And that’s another thing - every single thing/situation/argument/love in life can be compacted into a simple metaphor using different countries and elements of our world! No other metaphors need ever apply!

…except perhaps for the purpose of a little variation.

For now though, I should probably offski as my wounded, injured finger is throbbing like a bass-line at Fabric and I fear it may detach itself from my hand entirely.

Good-day to you all!

"Ewan, do you love me?"

"Yeah. I love you one million and sixty-five."

Well, that's a lot of love.

“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”

Oh Macbeth, you ain't got nothin' on Othello.

Today Lukey and Simon are coming round to dinner so I need to put the book down, pick up the hoover and put the chicken in the oven like a good little woman!

Shakespeare feels my paranoia, man.

'But Heaven in thy creation did decree,
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts of thy heart's working be,
Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.'

“Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.”

I have been dreaming about talking to 'turkeys' about Christmas dinner.

I have been working extremely hard and finally feel comfortable enough with 'The Kite Runner' to write about it objectively.

I have finally realised the extent of my own passion for History - it's my best subject.

I have been getting closer to my awesome new friends up here in the drizzly Midlands.

I have been talking to truths and standing up to lies.

I have just begun a new book for Literature - 'A Small Island' by Andrea Levy. I'm on page twenty six and already enjoying the atmosphere of it muchly.

I have not yet gained the ability to stop singing the Hairspray soundtrack at random moments throughout the day.

I have got to stop beginning sentences with 'I have'.

Toodley-poodleys!