Tuesday, November 25, 2008


The library is very uninspiring. Yet with few distractions. Yet... The internets is the biggest distraction I could have. Too many people. Too damn popular. Jokes.

I am very angry. I like it here but things make it very difficult to like it here.

Hadouken - Leap Of Faith (Chase & Status Remix)


One of my less eloquent posts: in Indiana, USA for Study Abroad for 4 months.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Friday, October 24, 2008

Things that happened today.

Class was cancelled.
I got wings.
I got hit on at the mall (like, ohmygod, how stereotypically American)
It rained.
We watched Sliding Doors.
There was a shooting and three people were hospitalised.

Interesting day, huh?

Wednesday, October 22, 2008


Well. Supposed to be doing essay about As I Lay Dying. But that has not in fact happened yet. My roomie Ash has fallen asleep reading a book with her arse up in the air. Good times. Listening to Operator Please.

Operator, operator please!
I think my brain has got a disease!

I love shouty songs. As do I love peanut butter crackers. Bloody profound stuff this blog is.

Erm. Went to Chicago at the weekend, that was nice. Watch this space if yr interested: http://alexandpop.livejournal.com/ - well, in the next couple of weeks anyway. Lots to do. Mainly essays and midterms. Urgh.

... I should probably go.

"My mother is a fish." - Vardaman, As I Lay Dying

Operator Please - Crash Tragic

Wednesday, September 17, 2008


Everyone picks on me!

No, this is not a whiney emo blog, but everyone ruffles my hair and makes fun of me and I don't know why! Waaaah.

Answer: because I'm small, and 'because I'm Poppy'. Hmph. Informative.

Word of the day: vicious.

The Lovesong Of Afred Prufrock

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."

Listening now: sweet FA.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


So, I thought I would conform to the masses and get a blog. Because I like the way it looks, and I needed somewhere to record my huge feelings because I just don't have enough paper. You cut me, I bleed ink. That's one of mine. Well, one of Howard Moon's, actually...

I was thinking today in my American Lit 2 class, when my teacher was talking about how you can tell what people are like from how they wear their watch. How can you though? All these aptitude tests people take, how do people come up with the definitive answer? Why does everything have to mean anything? Why can't it just be?

Like William Carlos Williams for example. Some people may not class him as a poet, but The Red Wheelbarrow or XXII was a great moment in American Literature, yes, for revoultionising the structural type of the poem and making it a typical American poem but let's just leave it at that shall we... The colour imagery is an American flag. And it doesn't have to be anything more than that, like communism or anything ridiculous like that. It just is. What's interesting that while the poem creates this beautiful image in my mind, the only word, according to Wikipedia (I know) that is purely for aesthetic purposes is glazed. Which makes me think of a doughnut.

so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white

Listening now -

Armand Van Helden - I Want Your Soul (Fake Blood remix)


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