Accidental feminism slip

So my essay is on the representation and significance of Houses in Prosper Merimee's Carmen, and David Storey's This Sporting Life. I'm kind of leaving it to the last minute, and hoping that I can just wing it. And as the words get more and more on the page, I slip more and more into feminism. If in doubt, be a feminist, I guess!

Miracles don't necessarily come from men in loin cloths and beards.

4 hours sleep. No revision. Very wired. Woke up half an hour before exam, after pressing snooze for 2 hours.

Get a mid - 2:1? Whaaa?

Got to bang out 1500 words before midnight, lets see if this luck is a fluke!

In other news, amidst my procrustination, I forgot how cute this lil guy is:

Slightly ceremonial.

I think its fitting that my first post on here was to do with me starting to run. Well its daaaymn certain I'm going to have to get back into running over Easter as I'm eating absolute rubbish (see previous post...). So, soon I'll be writing posts about natural yogurt and sunshine and running and the sounds of birds tweeting, and what flowers I saw. But right now I want to say....

FUCKSHITARSEBUMWANKTITCOCKBUGGERMCFUGGERFUCKITYNOARSEHOLECUNTBUMPOOTOILETCRAPARSESHITY

Ridiculous

Talk about DEVOLUTION: MATTESONS advertisement is 'Crave meat, hunt Mattesons'. Its not even pretending; almost as if they still expect us to be wearing loincloth and traipsing in from starting a fire through sticks and stones.

I really don't need to be thinking about this right now. O dear. Its that 3am feeling. And for the record - I had a cheese & onion sandwhich, and it tasted like cardboard on a bad day.

This is what I plan to hand in, instead of a Literature in History essay.

Calling all clever clogs

Basically, don't know how to link to a video on this blog, so the previous post was meant to feature an incredible sneezing panda, that, lets face it, will probably get me through my degree.

All coke, and no real food, makes Kate a very weird person.

This is enough to get me through an all - nighter