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This rant is brought to you by this weeks seminar readings... [08 Mar 2009|08:18pm]
I hate the Holocaust. I suspect that this, in itself, is not an unpopular opinion. However, I specifically have Holocaust fatigue.

Apparently all my modules (across three different departments) have independantly concluded the Holocaust is the defining moment in 20th century modernity, and have proceded to shove it down our throats accordingly. This term alone I have studied Sophies Choice, Hannah Ardent, Lytoard's Auschwitz differend, Charlotte Delbo's concentration camp poetry, Frueds theories in regards to Nazi mentality, and I'm sure many more exciting things will follow...

I find it somewhat ironic that the Holocaust, universally acknowledged as an unspeakable act in History, has such a proliferation of writing about it.

Learning about the Holocaust is also making me a bad person. I was in Coventry city centre on Holocaust Memorial Day and they were having a rememberance parade. When I read one of the banners (6 Million Jews Dead) and realised what parade was for my automatic reaction was, 'fucking hell not the Jews again!' which, as you can imagine, did not go down very well!

Hitler ruined everything for everyone, damnit.
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Oscars 2009 [23 Feb 2009|04:07pm]
God I haven't posted on this thing in fucking ages, I've been busy, busy, busy. However, now in an attempt to avoid writing an essay, some thoughts on the Oscars last night.

- They are always so long. Every year I think it'll be a breeze, 3 and a half hours, no problem! Staying up until 5am, sure I'll be able to go into uni in the morning. Yeah, like that happened.

- Hugh Jackman's opening number was the gayest thing that ever Oscared. As such, it was amazing. I especially enjoyed him soulfully singing to Kate Winslet about swimming through excretement, the unabashedly shit Benjamin Button backdrop and Anne Hathaway (playing Richard Nixon, lol) hitting a ridiculously high note then headbanging. Bonus points for touching Mickey Rourke without getting crabs, and telling Meryl Streep she is on steroids without getting the drama queen eyebrow raised in return.

- Oh wait, the absolute BEST thing about the opening song and dance number was the Kraftwerkesque, 'The Reader, I haven't seen The Reader...' (because really who would want to see The Reader?)

- Regardless of Hugh Jackman's talents, I miss Jon Stewart in all his silver haired glory

- I really liked the way they presented the acting categories this year, using 5 previous winners to pay tribute to that night's nominees. Predictably it ended up with at least half the nominees in tears. There were also really entertaining montages of past winners before each acting award (seemingly every Supporting Actress that has ever won started her speech with, 'Oh my God')

- The floating camera constantly panning over the In Memorium segment gave me something akin to sea sickness.

- The set design was a little bit awkward I thought. I like the idea of a semi-circle auditorium, but the stage was so close to the first row of seating that Winslet, Streep, Penn, Jolie and Pitt probably got accidently spat on a few times

- In regards to the presenters: Jennifer Aniston (plus inevitable jump cut to Angelina), Jack Black, Will Smith, Jessica Biel - could have done without. The dude from Twilight is even whiter than I am, but Amanda Seyfried is gorgeous so she balanced him out. All the past winners (bar Reese Witherspoon and Nicole Kidman's strange plastic head) get a big thumbs up. Everytime Christopher Walken speaks I wish he would be my crazy, mildly threatening, uncle. Tina Fey looked amazing in her sparkly concotion, plus she and Steve Martin brought the funny.

- The kissing scenes from Milk were shown several times and nobody in the Bible Belt states burst into flames.

- My favourite montage was the Apatow written skit wherein James Franco and Seth Rogen got stoned and watched various movies. Is this version of Take a Chance On Me (I swear I have some sort of Mamma Mia sickness) not genius?

It stars James Bond
And the chick from Doubt
And that girl fom Mean Girls
And that Irish guy
I think he's in Gangs of New York, I'm not sure
Take a Chance on meee....

...(still singing) Orlando Bloom's Dad in Pirates of the Carribbean!
That's it, Take a chance on meeeee

- Fashion wise no one looked spectacularly awful, which is disappointing because I always love at least one cracked out, 'Bijork wears a swan,' moment, Amy Adams did have a huge bejewelled necklace on that clashed with everything. Oh and Tilda Swinton looked like a Rivita cracker, but that's pretty normal for her. Kate Winslet's dress loked like someone had sown her net curtains into it, but oddly it worked. Meryl Streep managed to flip her fashion coin and land on elegant, rather than kooky 1970s bag lady. Angelina Jolie (in black splt upto her lady parts and beautiful green earrings) and Anne Hathaway (sparkly mermaid) both looked fantastic. My favourite was Marion Cotillard who wore basically a full length black/blue embroidered tulle tutu. It was much nicer than that sounds.

Who cares what the boys wore?

- I loved when the curtains didn't upon at the beginning and you heard one of the tech guys hiss, 'open the curtains Steve!'

- The Winners I can't comment on too throughly as I am the only person left in Britain who hasn't seen Slumdog Millionaire. In regards to what I have seen:

- I am glad Milk won best orginal screenplay, although In Bruges pulling the upset would have been brilliant (I also love that the only clip they could find of In Bruges without any swearing was about 2 seconds long). I am happy Wall E won animated film and amazed that Waltz with Bashir did not win foreign film.

- I have not seen Vicky Christy Barcelona (Woody Allen aversion) but I have heard Penelope Cruz was very good in it and I am as amenable to her winning as anyone else. Of course Heath Legder won, he deserved it but can we now let the whole thing go? Hate Sean Penn, but thought he was excellent in Milk plus he seems to be developing a sense of humour about himself in his middle age.

- The Best Actress cluster fuck - well Kate Winslet won as expected. I love her body of work (and body full stop - inappropriate comment) but I saw The Reader yesterday and I wish feverently that she hadn't won for that. Just an offensive film and a horribly overacted performance. Sure Meryl Streep overacts all over Doubt, but that seemed to work in the more theatrical context of her film. I would have given it to Anne Hathaway, which believe me I never thought I'd say because she always reminded me more of a horse than a human being. I firmly believe they gave that award to Kate because she was way overdue in wins to nominations ratio (0 for 5). Which just creates problems down the line when the inevitable happens in a few years and Winslet puts in an incredible, deserving performance. This will promptly be ignored bcause the voters have realised Streep hasn't won in a zillion years and they need to bestow the Queen of Oscars with something before she dies.

- I'm sad Jai Ho beat O Saya in original song, but GO TEAM BOLLYWOOD!
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First draft of Freud essay [08 Jan 2009|01:57pm]
Freud. Mind doctor? Novelist? Historian?

Throughout the twentieth century, studies of psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud (1856-1939) have been adopted and appropriated by any number of disciplines. His examination of the unconcious self, the repressed instinctual desires that drive human action, can be found in the abstract symbolism of literature just as easily as in scientific psychology. Indeed, in retrospect, it is possible to locate Freudian theories in almost any field of academic and popular culture. However, in attempting to categorise Freud as a mind doctor, novelist or historian, it is important to distinguish between his subsequent interdisplinary influence and his actual aims, methods and organisation. In the strictest sense Freud was a trained scientist, a doctor who grauduated from the University of Vienna in 1881, dedicated to rational categorisation of the mind. However, in pioneering a method of pyschotherapy that priveleged dreams as the route to the human pysche, Freud moved into the writer's arena of signification, imaginative interpretation and narrative construction. Furthermore, in placing emphasis on the formative importance of childhood development, the hidden past of the self, Freud offered an organised theory of individual progress akin to historical models of causality. Any examination of Freud as a mind doctor, novelist or historian is not an excercise in definative categorisation. Instead, the question offers a recognition of the tension between Freud's training as a nineteenth century doctor, his unconventional methods of imaginative interpretation and the possibility of historical organisation therein.

Despite such multiplicity, Freud's work is ostensibly most applicable to the scientific role of mind doctor. As noted, Freud trained as a doctor at the University of Vienna and it is arguable that a nineteenth century drive towards positivism, the rational organisation of scientific facts and human characteristics, grounded even his most subversive theories. For Peter Gay, Freud's training as a doctor manifested itself most clearly in the influence of his mentor, the physiologist Brucke (1819-1892). Gay argues that Freud's central aim was to find, 'practical psychological causes for physiological effects' that, despite his move from a study of the body to examination of the mind, Freud's work maintained Brucke's scepticism towards supstitious notions of involuntary movement (1). It is notable that, even as Freud substantially complicated the human subject, his conception of the mind remained ruthlessly organised, split into clear preconscious (developmental), unconscious (repressed) and conscious (intentional) systems (2). Rather than surrendering man to the irrational desires he unearthed, Freudian theory can be understood as a drive towards knowledge, and possible control, of the pysche via scientific compartmentalisation. In this manner, it is possible to root Freud's aims in the prevelant empricism of the period.

Moreover, that Freud pursued and developed his studies whilst working as a psychotherapist transforms his scientific aims into the practical purposes of a doctor. In his overview of the etymology of the word, 'unconscious,' Bill Schwarz posits that, during the decade immediately preceding Freud's work, the term had become short hand for unexplainable mental illness, 'the site of unexplainable delusions, possession and hysteria' (3). Conversely, Freud's practice as a psychotherapist pioneered a conception of the unconscious, more specifically therapy of the unconscious, as a route to curing mental illness. In one of his most famous case studies, rather than labelling the hysteria of a teenage girl, 'Dora,' as mysterious feminine degeneration, Freud concisely stated, 'hysterical symptoms are the expression of (a patients) most secret and repressed wishes' (4). Such a rational explanation of supposedly irrational symptoms created a space where Freud could work towards categorising, 'repressed wishes,' in order to cure volatile actions. It is no coincidence that Dora's father famously delivered her to the doctor with the plea, 'please cure her and bring her to reason.' (5). At the very least, select Viennese society perceived Freud as a practicing doctor of the mind, a man dedicated to applying palative reason to the diseased pysche.

However, not withstanding such rational aims, Freud's excavation of a zone of repressed wishes involved inherently uncoventional investigations and inferments into how the fragmented mind may work. It is notable that in treating the supposedly unknowable unconcious, Freud pursued therapy, such as hypnotism, that veered distinctly from contemporary medical methods (6). Arguably, Freud's pursual of the, 'ghostly dimension,' of the human pysche revealed the constraints of a strictly rational nineteenth century doctor, forcing him to move into a new realm of imaginative signification and interpretation (7). With the publication of On Dreams, an explication of the way in which dream imagery can stand for and release the tension of unconscious urges, Freud produced a model almost completely analogous with literary metaphor. When he writes of translating, 'manifest,' dream content, that is the signification of imagery, into a, 'language of meaning,' Freud is defining a transference between latent intention and symbolic representation, that lies at the heart of both his own studies and the world of literature (8). As Gay notes, Freud himself recognised the parallels between the role of the dream interpreter and the role of the creative writer when he acknowleged nine novelists, rather than nine scientists, at the beginning of Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality (9). Whilst Freud may have initially proceded as a mind doctor, the nature of the mind itself precipitated unique forays into abstract translation.

From this position, attempts to categorise Freud as a novelist seem relatively plausible. Many scholars, particularly psychoanalytic literary critics, have claimed Freudian dream theory layers intention under imagery in a manner similar to the narrative construction of a novel. As Peter Brooks argues, the novelist utilises plot as, 'a psychic process in which (he) translates desire through a need for coherence and understanding' (10). Such a definition particularly suits Freud's work, emphasising the imaginative governance that underpins his synthesis of empirical aims with more abstract methods of interpretation. The extent to which Freud operated as a novelist can be observed in his Preface to Dora's Case Study, a passage littered with literary terms (ie roman a clef) and composed around a novelistic conception of narrative, 'I have restored what is missing,' from, 'piecemeal imagery, woven into various contexts,' seemingly more suited to artistic invention than any medical study (11).

Nevertheless, despite such authorial methods, to conclusively label Freud a novelist would be as reductive as relegating him to the constraints of pure science. Interestingly, Brooks delineates the novel as a consistant circling around neurosis, propelled by a need for resolution, or, 'death of the plot' (12). In this context, it is significant that, due to the Dora's refusal of treatment after three weeks, her case remained a, 'fragment,' rather than, 'killing,' of hysteria. As a doctor Freud was prevented from curing Dora. More interestingly, as a potential novelist, Freud was unable to resolve Dora's plot, bound ultimately by a loyalty to reality rather than fictional transcendence. Brooks reads such lack of narrative closure as a nod towards the fragmentation of identity, and multiplicty of truth (endings), found in the modernist novel (13). However, such an alignment between an embryonic literary genre and Freud's unique work seems decidely revisionist, aided by a retrospective organisation of turn of the century movements. Instead, Dora's Case can be read as an expression of the conflict that lay at the heart of Freud's work. An integral tension between imaginative construction and scientific categorisation .

For, arguably, Freud was a doctor looking for a form of writing that could adequetely organise both scientific studies and abstract ideas. Interestingly, Schwarz argues that the historical academy experienced similar flux in the nineteenth century, '(when) debate raged...between the poetic and scientific (ie political, economic) dimensions of history' (14). Such concurrence points to the possibility of Freud operating as a Historian; a scholar engaged in an imaginative excavation of unconscious past in order to rationally trace the chronology of self development. This conception of Freud's profession is probably best expressed by Italian historian Ginzburg who, in an extraordinarily perceptive essay, traces links between Morelli, an art historian who came to Freud's attention in 1910, and the process of psychoanalysis (15). According to Ginzburg, Morelli's ability to identify individual artists using hidden details in their paintings mirrored Freud's, 'diagnosis through (repressed) clues,' of the human psyche (16). Here, Freudian study aligned with the dialectical debate within history, producing a, 'conjectural paradigm,' that utilised creative interpretation of clues (brush strokes, dream signification, or historical events) in order to attribute rational meaning, or causation, to human development (17).

Such parallels certainly seem convincing. Some historians, such as Peter Gay, have gone so far as to propose psychoanalytic historiography based on the conjecture that, 'the professional historian has always been a psychologist' (18). Whilst Gay's words should be tempered with a cautious acknowledgement of his professional aim to overhaul 1980s historical theory, the fact that Freud described himself as an, 'archeologist,' of the mind underlines the applicability of historical practice to his work (19). Perhaps the greatest benefit of casting Freud in the role of historian comes when, 'history principally signifies a retelling of past events which is professedly true' (20). Within such a defintion of, 'retelling,' and, 'professed,' truth Freudian theory is granted a flexibility that neither rigid scientific structuralism, nor the novel's need for closure allow. It is of note that Freud often heavily footnoted and revised his work. For example, Dora's therapy took place in 1899, was published in 1905 and underwent further re-structuring in 1923. Such revision could be used to relegate Freud's work to a vague zone of flux and fiction. However, as with the historian's ability to offer protean paths through the complexities of past society, Freud was engaged in a re-telling and re-organisation of the vicissitudes of the human mind. Like the elastic rigour of history, Freudian theory, 'remained open. Yet not formless or chaotic' (21).

Freud could reasonably be categorised as a mind doctor, novelist or historian. In undergoing a medical education, and studying symptoms of the mind, Freud ostensibly held the scientific aims of a doctor. Yet, as he noted with marked self perception, 'I have never been a doctor in the proper sense...(I wanted to) understand something of the riddles of the world in which we live and perhaps contribute something to their solution' (22). Significantly, Freud chose to pursue such understanding via examination of the unconscious, a move that necessitated unconvential methods and a turn towards imaginative interpretation. However, to recognise an element of creative writing in Freud's work is not to definatively claim he was a novelist. In contrast, rather than following the prescriptive narrative construction of a novel, Freud's theories reveal a form of organisation akin to historical chronology. In his work Freud practiced a minute form a history, a construction of rational causation from the scattered clues of the unconscious. As with a historian, Freud attempted to solve riddles through a re-telling of human activity.


1. Peter Gay, 'Introduction', in Peter Gay(ed), The Freud Reader, (London, 1995), p. 20.
2. Tony Bennett, Lawrence Grossberg and Megan Morris (eds), New Keywords: a revised vocabulary of culture and society, (Oxford, 2005), p. 360.
3. Ibid
4. Sigmund Freud, 'A Fragment of Analysis of a Case of Hysteria,' in James Stratchey (ed), Case Histories One: "Dora" and "Little Hans", (Harmondsworth, 1977), p.8. - In the case of Dora (real name Ida Bauer) her hysteria allegedly operated as a manifestation of the sexual advances, both real and imagined, of her father's friend, 'Herr K'. Dora's father was himself engaged in an affair with Herr K's wife.
5. Charles Bernheimer and Claire Kahane, In Dora's Case. Freud, Hysteria, Feminism, (London, 1985), p.20.
6. Bernheimer and Kahane, In Dora's Case, p.7. - The authors refer specifically to the influence of French neurologist Charcot on Freud's treatment of hysteria. Charcot was well known for his use of hypnotism to produce and remove hysterical symptoms in patients at his female only hospital in Paris, Freud was witness to many of the hypnotism sessions Charcot would publically stage.
7. Bennett, Grossberg and Morris, New Keywords, p. 360.
8. Sigmund Freud, On Dreams, (New York, 1952), p. 131.
9. Gay, 'Introduction', in Gay(ed), The Freud Reader, (London, 1995), p. 21.
10. Peter Brooks, Psycho-analysis and Storytelling, (Oxford, 1994), p. 3.
11. Freud, 'A Fragment of Analysis of a Case of Hysteria,' in Stratchey (ed), Case Histories One: "Dora" and "Little Hans", pp. 9-12.
12. Brooks, Psycho-analysis and Storytelling, p. 5. - according to Brooks death of the plot is most commonly acheived by a wedding or character death at the end of a novel.
13. Brooks, Psycho-analysis and Storytelling, p.7.
14. Bennett, Grossberg and Morris, New Keywords, p. 158.
15. Carlo Ginzburg `Morelli, Freud, and Sherlock Holmes’ in Umberto Eco & Thomas A. Sebeok (eds), The Sign of Three, (1984), p.10.
16. Ginzburg `Morelli, Freud, and Sherlock Holmes’ in Eco & Sebeok (eds), The Sign of Three, p.11.
17. Ginzburg `Morelli, Freud, and Sherlock Holmes’ in Eco & Sebeok (eds), The Sign of Three, p.15.
18. Peter Gay, Freud for Historians, (Oxford, 1985), p. 6.
19. Freud, 'A Fragment of Analysis of a Case of Hysteria,' in Stratchey (ed), Case Histories One: "Dora" and "Little Hans", p. 12.
20. Bennett, Grossberg and Morris, New Keywords, p. 156.
21. Gay, Freud for Historians, p. 28.
22. Sigmund Freud, 'The Question of Lay Analysis,' in Peter Gay (ed), The Freud Reader, (London, 1995), p. 679.


Bennett, Tony, Grossberg, Lawrence and Morris, Megan (eds), New Keywords: a revised vocabulary of culture and society, (Oxford, 2005).

Bernheimer, Charles and Kahane, Claire, In Dora's Case. Freud, Hysteria, Feminism, (London, 1985).

Brooks, Peter, Psycho-analysis and Storytelling, (Oxford, 1994).

Freud, Sigmund, 'A Fragment of Analysis of a Case of Hysteria,' in Stratchey, James (ed), Case Histories One: "Dora" and "Little Hans", (Harmondsworth, 1977).

Freud, Sigmund, On Dreams, (New York, 1952).

Freud, Sigmund, 'The Question of Lay Analysis,' in Gay, Peter (ed), The Freud Reader, (London, 1995).

Gay, Peter, Freud for Historians, (Oxford, 1985).

Gay, Peter, 'Introduction', Gay, Peter (ed), The Freud Reader, (London, 1995).

Ginzburg, Carlo `Morelli, Freud, and Sherlock Holmes’ in Eco, Umberto & Sebeok, Thomas A. (eds), The Sign of Three, (1984).
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Why hello 2009! [01 Jan 2009|12:01am]
Good bye and good riddance to a fankly awful 2008. Hopefully a hello to a happy new year...
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Repost because apparently, 'delete,' and, 'edit,' look the same to me. [05 Jul 2008|09:48pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

Move along, nothing to see here. Just an old entry moved for easier usage.

Book LogCollapse )

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I fail [18 Mar 2008|05:40pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Pull up a chair, I'm holding a pity party for oneCollapse )

Wherein I mention Jodie Foster! Tina Fey! Megan Mullally! And many other lesbian favouritesCollapse )

Other things that make me happy that I am too tired to talk about: My new piercings, Flight of the Conchords, Futurama movies, the new F1 season (I love that no traction control means that no one can drive the cars anymore. Ha), those strange people called friends.

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[08 Nov 2007|05:09pm]
Notey McNotersonCollapse )
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Owsies [05 Nov 2007|08:01pm]
[ mood | pained ]

So I MAY have slipped and fallen over whilst having a water fight last night. I MAY have pulled all the muscles in my lower back whilst doing so. As a result I have definately discovered that back injuries are the most excruciating pain known to man kind.

I can only lie down or stand stock still, anything in between is agony. I've had a terrible glimpse into my future as an arthritic old lady. Or one of those pregnant women who walks around with their hands on the small of their back all the live long day.

ETA: Essay writing after two years of doing fuck all is almost as painful as crippling yourself whilst being juvenile with tap water. I've written two 2,500 word essays this weekend and I have one to go. They are all unequivocably awful. I would feel sorry for myself, but for the fact that most of my old school friends are writing their dissertations this year so are in a far worse circle of hell than I.

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Well it was going to happen sooner or later... [25 Oct 2007|07:48pm]
[ mood | confessional ]

I have such a crush on one of my tutors. Oh dear. She's so pretty and intelligent and funny and young (only 23!)and, and...

I haven't had a crush for years. I feel like I'm 12 years old again (not that I ever thought about doing my seminar tutor when I was twelve ;))

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Crispy pancakes [23 Oct 2007|04:27pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

I was reading Davis Mitchell's latest novel (Black Swan Green) which is a nostalgia trip, set in 1983. Anyway his protaganist mentioned crispy pancakes. God damn if I hadn't forgotten about crispy pancakes and the inevitable feeling that you were eating an undercooked, greasy dough covered with gravel.

I now really want to poison myself with a crispy pancake.

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I is fucked off [14 Oct 2007|10:58pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

You see this is how it goes;

Josh, 'loves,' Aimee, Aimee flirts with Will, Will likes Kim, Kim sends jealous looks to Aimee, Josh leaves heartbroken, Aimee goes to bed (flirted out for the day), Kim and Will procede to stir the pot of innuendo in the kitchen. Rinse and Repeat.

I meanwhile would love it if my kitchen would stop being a badly acted scene from Hollyoaks. I got in at 5am this morning, have had very little sleep and would like the teenage theatrics to end right now.

Also it would be fantastic if the females in my flat could learn to have a conversation with a boy without disengaging brain matter and turning on giggly bimbo to insufferable levels.

Thank you, goodnight.

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[03 Oct 2007|10:56am]
[ mood | happy ]

So I'm at Warwick university now and it's all very strange. I have to go to a seminar in half an hour so I'm going to do this in condensed form. Or maybe I'm just illiterate these days;

The Good

- My flatmates are lovely. There are 5 of us on the floor that actually talk to each other and everyone is a sweetheart. It's also a very international floor. We have one English girl and boy, 3 guys from Hong Kong, a girl from Turkey and a girl from Greece. Plus me with my very strange hybrid of an accent.

- My course looks fucking awesome. I'm doing 2 History modules, The Making of the Modern World and The History of the Novel (chosen for it's English Lit skew), an Introduction to Film module and a Modes of Reading module from the English department. I may go blind from reading so much/watching so many films but it should be worth it.

- Campus itself is beautiful (we have a lake and geese outside our window, I'm happy) and big enough to not feel claustraphobic

- I have the option of doing a year in America next year

- I'm starting to meet people from my various courses now, which brings a bit of variety into my life.

The Bad

- Following on from above, beacuse I'm doing modules in 3 different departments it is abnormally difficult to meet people who haven't already formed little subject cliques.

- My resisdence is a million miles (slight exaggeration) from the centre of campus. It is also a postgraduate residence, bar 50 undergraduates, so is somewhat quiet and unsociable.

- I haven't met anyone one I've really clicked with yet. I've been somewhat spoilt in the past because I've met people I've got on with exceptionally well very early on in my travels to PGL/Canada. This is not given me the art of patience and friendship building. Saying that, the people on my floor are perfectly lovely they're just more friends by situation than shared interest at the moment.

I'm fairly sure I'm going to have to list my last years reading/film watching for class. So in the interest of getting it all in one place.Collapse )

And finally, some rambling about American TVCollapse )

And now I'm going to stop being a dork and actually do some work

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Listomatic [11 Sep 2007|12:27am]
[ mood | bored ]

As ever I will use lj as a dumping place for pointless lists in the middle of the night.

Things to keep me happy/at least occupied in cold, grey England in the weeks proceeding the entertainment that is university

1. Seeing all the peoples again. My family I am already sick of, my friends I know I will have more of a stomach for.

2. Switching back to a UK sleeping pattern. It is not fun but it is necessary. I view it as a sort of marathon, an endurance test between my concious thought and my eyelids to see which can stay open for longer.

3. Contemplating how awesome, 'The Penelopiad,' is going to be at the Theatre Royal. I thought I had missed the adaptation of Atwood's book, as it was starting it's theatre run in Ottawa just as I was leaving. However it is coming to Newcastle. Oh heavenly days.

4. 'The Brave One.' I thought Jodie Foster's new film didn't open here until January, I was wrong. Two weeks baby. Two weeks until Jodie Foster gays up a tank top and a gun.

5. Hunting down as many Amitabh Bachchan movies as possible. Oh Amitabh you have drawn me into Bollywood with your sexy, silver bearded ways. I would also like to see Chak de India again. Oh my flatmates in Warwick are going to get sick of Bollywood soooo quickly.

6. Snakebite

7. American Fall TV. I am looking forward to downloading the following and watching them in varying crappy color on my laptop:
a) The Emmy awards. Come on 30 Rock! I hope neither the Black Crusaders nor the powerful bread lobby thwart your success. Or you know, The Office.
b) On that note - new season of 30 Rock. It doesn't start until Oct 4th, how will I survive without Tina Fey on my tv every week until then?
c) Desperate Housewives with Dana Delaney. I had lost all interest in DH until I read they had cast Dana Delaney as the new neighbour. Delaney vs. Cross. Steely redheaded joy!
d) CSI premiere. It just looks so awesomely dramatic. Sara captured by a psychopath under a car! Drowning! With a bone crunchingly broken arm! And a coyote! The only thing more awesome than that is the prospect of Grissom crying. And also Marg Helgenberger flipping her hair in slow motion angst.

8. Sorting out my hair. This dead animal on my head needs hair dye badly. And possibly conditioning.

9. Researching good tattoo places in the UK. Because there sure as hell aren't any in Newcastle.

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Wow lj still exists. [27 Aug 2007|05:32pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

It's my last day in Ottawa today and, true to form, everyone is running around like a headless chicken. I left my house yesterday but we are currently trying to pack up Mel's room as she is moving straight after we come back from New York. Given that half my stuff is in there I am being not at all helpful by sitting typing on ye olde abandoned lj.

I am going to miss Ottawa a lot, it is a beautiful city and this has been a wonderful summer (perhaps I'll tell you all about it one day!) But yes, I'm going to New York for a week, and then Toronto for the Toronto film festival, so I guess it's not all quite over yet. However going on holiday is a lot different from living somewhere and Ottawa did feel like a home.

I am not looking forward to being in the grey UK again, where no one knows what poutine is and my accent can not be exploited to get a job/free drinks/make interesting friends.

On the plus side of life:

Things to do in New York

- Go to Central Park and ride on the carosel from Catcher in the Rye. Learn how to spell carosel
- Get free hat from Macys as promised in last months Glamour
- Broadway show (Hairspray?)
- Eat some of the best ice cream in the world
- Get another piercing
- Coney Island
- Stanten Island Ferry (don't bother actually going up the Statue of Liberty)
- Dork out in front of 30 Rock
- Buy something from the NBC store
- Buy my mother a cheap, touristy present as requested
- Times Square
- Break the sleep cycle acquired from working night shifts for the last 3 weeks
- Ground Zero
- Empire State Building
- Free Bollywood film on Wednesday
- Do not get mugged
- Sing 42nd Street on 42nd Street
- Sing New York, New York loudly in order to be as irritating as possible
- UN Headquarters
- UCB Show (the youtube one if I can persuade any of the 5 people I'm with to accompany me)
- Attempt to see Talk Radio if tickts are cheap.
- Remember to do all the other things I meant to put on his list

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OH I found the card, they're from your Mom...so tell your gay Mom I said thanks [23 Feb 2007|07:47am]
[ mood | excited ]

List of things to do in Canada/USA:

- Get a job and have money (the boring things first...)

- Pick up a cool Canadian accent so that when I come home I say aboot

- Find some sort of Magaret Atwood museum and read all the Atwood books I haven't read yet

- Try to catch a Stevie Nicks and Tori Amos gig whilst I'm in North America (sidenote: eeeeep for Tori's new album and Stevie's Best Of! No eeeeeps for the fact that as of now Tori is touring the UK, not America, whilst I am in the Americas, not the UK)

- Eat my weight in Lucky Charms

- Go to at least 3 Canadian cities (Toronto, Ottawa and ?)

- Stalk New York city in the hope that I'll spot any SNL or Law and Order cast member

- Failing that, go to New York and nerd out in front of the 30 Rock building and Friends exterior shot locations

- Convince the Canadian music industry to release the Racoons theme tune as a chart toppng single

- Don't die or get AIDS (my Mum is convinced I'm going to get some horrible STI in Canada)

- Actually learn something (anything!) about Canadian politics and some history beyond, 'Canada is made up of a bunch of immigrants.'

- Buy a laptop

- Buy lots of cheap clothes whilst the £ is strong against the Canadian $ (then have to pay ridiculous amounts when my baggage is way over limit)

- Sing, 'Oh Canada,' on Canada day in Canada (bonus points if Mel and Shut Up are there)

TBC as I think of more...

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This is untoward, this is NOT toward [27 Jan 2007|08:02pm]
[ mood | blah ]

It amuses me greatly that DFS now has lesbians in it's sofa ads. Equality in home decor for all!

I have a job for a month. I will be working in a call centre for the local city council. I know it is hard to detect intonation in typing, but lets just say I am sarcastically thrilled about this work.

I whine too much.

My godmother offered me £6,000 on Friday. I don't know how to begin to process this offer.

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How DARE you Liz Lemon, I'm not on time for work - I'm just on a bacon run. [22 Jan 2007|02:00am]
[ mood | tired ]

Oh my poor neglected lj. I really don't have anything to say on here anymore. Consider this an extended, none sensical eulogy.

I'm going back to PGL. Just for 2 months ('catch her for a limited time only...') whilst I wait for my back logged Canadian visa to come through. But yeah, looking after children whilst singing songs about the Crazy Moose, drinking too much snake bite, singing Total Eclipse of the Heart out of tune repeatedly, sleeping on other people's floors, not really sleeping that much at all - here I come for two months. I go mid February and plan to fly to Canada mid April. I am insanely excited about seeing all my PGL people again, if my fucking visa would just come through I would be excited about going to the land of Mel and Maple Syrup also.

I wish I could sleep right now. On the other hand my Dad has taped 24 episodes of, 'Diagnosis Murder,' and I have found this holy grail of a tape. I may just embrace insomnia and watch many, many hours of Dick Van Dyke whilst loading up my icons page with far too many, '30 Rock,' icons.

It's not as if I have to get up tomorrow and go searching for a 3 week job or anything. (where the hell is the vertical line key on this keyboard so I can make the wry blank faced emoticon dude?)

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I'm sorry the person you're dialling is not at home [14 Jan 2007|06:23pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Where all the cool kids hang out these days:


And by cool I mean socially retarded and bored out of their tiny little minds. Come join me!

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High on the hill lived a lonely goat [21 Nov 2006|08:33pm]
[ mood | productive ]

Call to all Sacred Hearters...I served Mr Robinson in WH Smiths today. It made me laugh. He had no idea who I was and thought I was just laughing at his buck teeth and pinky ring. Which was actually fairly accurate about 5 years ago.

On a general note, Gwen Stefani's, 'Wind it Up,' is the worst thing that has happened to music since Madonna started wearing leotards.

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