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2nd of September 2010
nicklas replied to your post:I have a shitload of stuff that I need to read for my classes…
Do what you need! We could make some kind of #mimiwouldlikethis tag so you won’t miss that much.
I’m not sure if this would actually be counter-productive, but why the hell not?
I’m attempting to learn German the same way I learned English properly.
Wish me luck, you guys.
I have a shitload of stuff that I need to read for my classes…
And I’m still getting adjusted to my courseload and life in the University in general. Commuting is difficult as hell and the campus makes me feel totally alienated.
Seriously, the reading is really a lot. I love reading, so I kind of love and hate it at the same time…
So, guys, I love you all, but I need to control myself better. :(
TUMBLR, I AM BLOCKING YOU.
I WILL DO THIS. I WILL ONLY BE ALLOWED ON YOU FOR TWO HOURS EACH DAY.
CAPICHE?!
EDIT: But I love you guys. D: I just… NEED MOAR FOCUS.
Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman
- Fat Charlie:
- How do you take your coffee?
- Spider:
- Dark as night, sweet as sin.
Help. I can’t listen to Portishead anymore.
Everytime I do, it’s like… SECKS SECKS SECKS.
TMI OF THE DAY.
Dummy? In between Mysterons, It Could Be Sweet and Glory Box JESUS CHRIST I TOTALLY GET IT. IT IS LIKE THE APHRODISIAC OF ALBUMS.
YES, DUMMY. GODDAMN. The other albums just don’t work.
Beth Gibbons + Sex = Spiritual Experience.
1st of September 2010
Now Lift Me Close
Now lift me close to your face till I whisper,What you are holding is in reality no book, nor partof a book;
It is a man, flush’d and full-blooded—it is I— So long!—We must separate awhile—Here! take from my lips
this kiss;
Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;
So long! —And I hope we shall meet again
—Walt motherfucking Whitman
Btw, check out my battered copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone that my dad brought over from the Philippines. I specifically requested them to bring it back to me AT ALL COSTS. I think the number of times that I have read it is evident. Amazingly, there are no missing pages, but there’s a hell of a lot of scotch tape all over it.
It changed my life. I’m an English major because of Harry Potter.
Help. I can’t listen to Portishead anymore.
Everytime I do, it’s like… SECKS SECKS SECKS.
TMI OF THE DAY.
WOOT. My Uni has a Knitting Group.
I’MMA BE ALL UP IN THIS BITCH NEXT WEEK.
Shit, I should probably get ready for class.
Or I will be 30 minutes late again.
I’ve only been reading A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne and making myself feel better, you know.
Hello September. Goodbye August.
We don’t have fall here, so I made my own.
The Real Story of WWI
Germany, Austria and Italy are stood together in the middle of the bar-room, when Serbia bumps into Austria, and spills Austria’s pint.
Austria demands Serbia buy it a complete new suit, because there are splashes on its trouser leg.
Germany expresses its support for Austria’s point of view.
Britain recommends that everyone calm down a bit.
Serbia points out that it can’t afford a whole suit, but offers to pay for cleaning Austria’s trousers.
Russia and Serbia look at Austria.
Austria asks Serbia who it’s looking at.
Russia suggests that Austria should leave its little brother alone.
Austria inquires as to whose army will assist Russia in compelling it to do so.
Germany appeals to Britain that France has been looking at it, and that this is sufficiently out of order that Britain should not
intervene.
Britain replies that France can look at who it wants to, that Britain is looking at Germany too, and what is Germany going to do about it?
Germany tells Russia to stop looking at Austria, or Germany will render Russia incapable of such action.
Britain and France ask Germany whether it’s looking at Belgium.
Turkey and Germany go off into a corner and whisper. When they come back, Turkey makes a show of not looking at anyone.
Germany rolls up its sleeves, looks at France, and punches Belgium.
France and Britain punch Germany. Austria punches Russia. Germany punches Britain and France with one hand and Russia with the other.
Russia throws a punch at Germany, but misses and nearly falls over. Japan calls over from the other side of the room that it’s on
Britain’s side, but stays there. Italy surprises everyone by punching Austria.
Australia punches Turkey, and gets punched back. There are no hard feelings, because Britain made Australia do it.
France gets thrown through a plate glass window, but gets back up and carries on fighting. Russia gets thrown through another one, gets
knocked out, suffers brain damage, and wakes up with a complete personality change.
Italy throws a punch at Austria and misses, but Austria falls over anyway. Italy raises both fists in the air and runs round the room chanting.
America waits till Germany is about to fall over, then walks over, waves a fist at Germany while Britain knocks it out, then pretends it won the fight all by itself.
By now all the chairs are broken, and the big mirror over the bar is shattered. Britain, France and America agree that Germany threw the
first punch, so the whole thing is Germany’s fault. While Germany is still unconscious, they go through its pockets, steal its wallet, and
buy drinks for all their friends.
Your brilliant WWI rendition of the day. *clap clap clap*
I laughed out loud at the bold.
