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Ways To Horribly Embarrass Yourself: Number One

Accidentally set of your rape alarm in the middle of the canteen at lunchtime.

The Imparting Of Wisdom

FACT: the need for sleep is a figment of your imagination. DO NOT CONFORM! Dispel any subversive thoughts by immediate administration of caffeine. END OF WARNING

Alias

Jake > Bob

Ok So I Am Not Great At Art...

Sandwich Health And Safety Warning

Red pesto and tuna must be the most horrible sandwich ever invented... *bleugh*

As Shameful As It Is I Am Sooooo Listening To Avril Right Now

"I can't handle this confusion, I'm unable come and take me away..."

Random Question

I have a random question, and I would like YOU to answer it.

Don't worry too much about this, I will not take the results of this survey as conclusive evidence of anything other than my own procrastination in having asked it in the first place...

There were ten multi-coloured chickens; one was black and yellow, one was plum purple, one was deep turquoise, one was dark purple, one was pale yellow, one was black and gold, one was crimson, one was green, one was red, one was black and blue. They all had beautiful and multi-coloured designs on them, and some were even sparkly. They all lived together and were happy friends.

This is about the black and blue chicken - the chicken wants to know whether it wants to be inside or outside? The other chickens are happy to go along with the black and blue chicken's decision on the matter, as wherever the black and blue chicken decides to go, the other chickens will go with it, for they are great friends and would not be separated whatever the black and blue chicken decides to do.

Thank you.

Pathetic Fallacy

Rain.

Wish

The Great Thing About Trees Is

Obituary

I miss Marty the Aphid.

He used to live on my desk last term when I used to have plants on my window ledge.

He used to hop all over the keyboard and on my books. I used to carefully put him off the desk so I wouldn't squish him accidentally. And then he'd come back.

Above is a photo I took of him one night he kept distracting me.

Then when I went home for Easter. One late night, reading Cases and Materials on International Law, by DJ Harris, I discover the unimaginable - at the bottom of page 972 - a squished aphid.

Poor fellow.

Leaf/mat

Little piece on the mat
of leaf and sitting on the mat
the leaf was on the doormat

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That is the "poem" I just wrote, this very now, in the library. I am here reading International Law, and this was me taking a break.

I use inverted commas/speech marks/whatever (I'm no linguist) because I'm not sure this is very poem like, but there you go. I though I should add a last line, but then realised in pausing to think that thought I had broken from the original thread that had been the "poem" in my head and was now on notepad. So I didn't. I don't write real poems as I don't like to be too sincere about poetry, or romantic matters for that matter. Perhaps that is because it is easier to hide behind humour, or even irony or sarcasm, than to say something unambiguously sincere. Then if the perciever rejects what you said, your poem for instance, then it's ok, you can pretend you didnt really take it or mean it seriously anyway.

Who knows what that "poem" really means? I don't, it just sort of came out my mind rather meaninglessly. I think I prefer that it means nothing.