it's 5AM and I am procrastinating
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I have a MacBook from 2006, its name is Jason, and on Wednesday it has retired from active service because — among other things — it was failing to perform its duties of being a laptop. This means that since then I have been moving out stuff and moving it back into the new laptop.

LJ, meet Tristan.

But the shiny new toy isn't the reason I'm here. The reason I'm here is because I felt like writing instead of packing for tomorrow, reading Jean Rhys for tomorrow, doing the dishes (because I leave tomorrow), or anything else really. I felt like writing also because I was at the pub with some postgrads earlier and the subject of blogs came up. It made me think of my first home, i.e. here.

Boy oh boy has this platform changed a lot since I was last here though.

long time no see
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Full disclosure: I am here because I am sad. I am sad because yesterday/today is my dad's birthday. Another one. You know how you wait for something, like Christmas, and then it never goes as planned and you say, next year. Next year it'll be different. There isn't anything special about my dad's birthdays; they come and go every year like clockwork, and until recently I thought we made a big deal out of them unnecessarily. Unnecessarily because who needs one more day to grieve, when the year already offers so many? I have had time to change my mind. Now that we just let them pass us by, somehow it hurts more. Because you wanna move on, don't you? You want the pain to ease up. You want to. But you also don't want to forget, to even seem like you've forgotten that someone's missing. You make the pain yours and you want to carry the weight, because if you don't, who will? So, yes, another birthday has come and gone and where was I? I was in the office, dealing with life. I was at home, planning a graduation party that stings like a bitch. I was in the car, thinking that it's the 27th again and why does everything rotate around this day? Fuck New Year's. I start a new year every August. Maybe that's why the school year fits me so well. In the struggle to move on and also not forget, you end up not doing either. Not very well at least. I have moved on you see, I have a proper life with proper ups and downs, but I also cling strenuously to my memories. I have forgotten things, or I have started to get things mixed up. Sometimes I do not know what is memory and what is a photograph. Sometimes I pretend I am fine when I really am not, just because you gotta look the part; it's been 15 years, who really expects me to break down every few weeks? Sometimes I need to pour my thoughts onto something, and just as suddenly as the urge has come, the urge goes. Like now. I am spent.

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I feel the need to admit that I might have a slight unhealthy obsession with the male teaching staff at my uni. It's mainly an academic obsession, don't get me wrong, and I think it might also be that they also raise a pretty good question in my head. Where did you come from? These lecturers, these Professors whose CVs I've been poring over for hours now, they must have been students once. They must have been like me once: lost, confused, overwhelmed. So how did they become such inspiring people? What is your secret, I want to ask.

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archetypes in sherlock holmes [essay]
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I wrote this essay independently: I chose the text and what focus to use on the text, hence why I feel entirely responsible for the low marks I got on this. On the other hand, I still think it was a bold essay and that I made my point in a cohesive and structured way. Not in my tutor's opinion though, clearly.

Archetypes in Sherlock Holmes
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eggs
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I learnt how to make a boiled egg.

That's it. That's the sum of today's achievements. ^^

november
hp: quietus
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I loooove how I leave for a (long) while and LJ fucks up my html. Not that I ever knew how to html anyway.

I have a lot of people to add tomorrow. :D

counting down the days
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That's Natalie Imbruglia for you. :)

I just wanted to quickly post something, instead of trying to write something long and end up never finishing it because of life/stuff/internet. Life's good and the reason I'm never here is just that. And then the other day I watched The Social Network for the first time and *gasps* the creator of facebook was on livejournal! Not gonna lie, I welled up a bit. :P

Aaaaand now back to being busy. Hugs to everyone who's passing by.

Writer's Block: Kiss me, I’m Irish!
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How are you celebrating St. Patrick’s Day?

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Nope. Trying to speed-write a script instead. Plus, it's a bit unfair, don't you think? Nobody celebrates any of the Italian holidays. Now that would be awesome, there's a holiday right next to my birthday and I'd really appreciate the day off. :)

the tangled tale of hair in victorian fiction [essay]
misc: autumn
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On the subject of Victorian Literature again, here is the full-on essay on George Eliot and Dante Gabriel Rossetti. I don't understand why my tutor marked me down on this one, in spite of the lengthy comment she left me, so I'd welcome input on this one. Overall, in my opinion, I could perhaps have written more, but then again, at the time I couldn't come up with anything lengthier than what I'm posting.

The Tangled Tale of Hair in Victorian Fiction
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contextual analysis
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Victorian Literature. Yes, well, it didn't go as I expected it to. Don't get me wrong, the module in itself was enjoyable (well, more or less), but my results puzzle me. Perhaps I genuinely did not understand the questions. Maybe it's for the best that I didn't get into the similar module for next year.

This is my contextual analysis of Charlotte Bronte's Villette. I was marked down because one of my sources was not contemporary to the text and therefore rendered the analysis not contextual. I have chosen not to edit the analysis though, so here goes.

Foreigners and redundant women
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