Post-its. Who doesn't love that fluro niceness. When my sister was in school her giddy pals covered her car in them, I'll find a picture!

loving is so short

forgetting is so long

I'm going to Paris next week! How very so much really exciting. We are going as a full Falcon family ensemble for Lady Falc's birthday. Going shopping in Manchester tomorrow to get her a spectacular present, and I am desperate for some sandals that'll be comfortable enough to walk all the live long day in. I have this dress that Alexa is looking smokin' in up there, and those shoes are terrif, but I am terrified of the ankle strap and the way they often make my legs look like bowling skittles (that's fat and white).

ooooooooh hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Well I haven't been able to gather enough time molecules to blog in a while because of exams and subsequent quarter life crisis. Revision is weird. It's like, your brain is working so so so hard but at the end of the day it feels as though you haven't done a n y t h i n k. (I hope that's not just me.) Revision is also expensive... I've eaten out on campus like every day for a month! I mean we're talking a coupla of squids wortha uncooked pasta boxes and a sneaky snack a fucking jack (yeah baby) but it still 'adds up' (hate that term). And the people behind the library counter can be so snotty! I forgot my card like once jeez louise. 


I miss the library. It sociable! Like school when people are just guaranteed to be in the common room, seeing the same people every day and getting giddy as kippers over exam technique is quite sweet in retrospect. 


So I worked solidly for a while and then it came to the exam and I was super calm and composed and ON it, then I had a fucking PANIC ATTACK!! So sly on my life!! Sucks to be me sometimes. And I couldn't do it! I wrote an essay plan, sound. Started the essay, not so sound. Chose another question, sound. Started a plan for that, not so sound. An I did that for an hour, it was just so horrible. I was adamant I had ruined my whole life and was going to drop out of uni or at least repeat the year and why did I need a degree anyway and I obviously can't do English I should just move home and let my mummy look after me. And so it goes. I went home and faced the tough love from my parents. They weren't having any of it! There were tears all over the show. But I sorted my life out, after much psychoanalysing of myself, and was back in Leeds in a couple of days and carried on with the revision. Which was really difficult. Woe woe woe. Anyway, I did the next exam and it was loads better and now even though I know I'll be back for resits in summer, it's not the end of the world to fail one exam. I got through two years of uni doing well and keeping on top of shit, so to have a mad freak out is normal r i i i i i g h t? 

ANYway! Not gonna ramble about that any more. It is very boring. This blog is very boring! I need some panache. Panache...

Photo from coffee stains. 


This is kind of a trendy creative deep version of my life this week. Love this picture.

just a little post

to overtake my last post. Whenever I 'view blog' and see that awful person trying to turn Moby Dick into a coffee table book I feel nautically nauseous. So here is a picture I can bear to look at:

(God I'm being very dramatic tonight. Dunno why like.)

call me ishmael

[Everything in] This picture annoys me. The great American novel is not a fashion accessory. I'm just upset and jealous because I had to read it last year for school (uni but you know) and it took me forever and I got really frustrated and sad because I couldn't finish it and I had to buy the audio book and then I felt like a fraud so I didn't even do my essay on it in the end and this woman is just carting it around like she knows it by heart and it about to step into a round of Question time on it. "Grrr." Intelligence is obviously the single most attractive thing in the whole wide world and the whole world below of the sea, but this isn't a nice touch. Its a shit outfit anyway. Oh why am I being so bitchy! Because of exams, my little pals. Caffeine makes me bitchy, and I'm just not happy about slaving over these 600 page novels and not even getting the fashion points for it at the end.

The double standards of my posting is not lost on me. This is just the way it goes: clever and gorgeous boys are dreamy and outrageously delicious. Clever and gorgeous girls make me feel like I need to wash my hair and read a newspaper (i.e. thick and ungroomed).

"I felt myself no longer a husk but a body with some of the body's sweet juices stirring again. I had my first dream in many months, confused but to this day imperishable, with a flute in it somewhere, and a wild goose, and a dancing girl."

 Poe

what did the 0 say to the 8

I like your belt

something is rotten in the state of denmark

swoon

also!

Chose all my modules for next year. So fucking excited. Most looking forward to "States of Mind: narratives of disability, cognitive impairment and exceptionality." Reading list includes: Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night time, One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, Girl, Interrupted, and other GREATNESS!

library etiquette

Yeah so just chillin doing some mother bitchin' 10 hour days at the library yeah. I obviously love it. Love all the library eye flirting and friendly note sharing loveliness. Obviously I'm like gross cretin dirty clothes stink rubbing all my makeup off snorting sighing annoying eating loudly bad person but HONESTLY! Some PEOPLE! They just look gorgeous! For the library! There are maxi skirts all over the show and messy top knots you could hide an Easter egg in. Lush.

All pictures Polaroids of Hot Guys Reading. Yeah. And here's one more for good luck - barack obama heart throb 2011:

Maybe there'll be some non-library-related posts one day. 

dear children

"i mean he's quite devastating you know"

"well it's amazing how subjective that is"

I'm sorry I haven't a clue

"All good things must come to an end, so lets carry on"