May 2012
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“What is your favourite word?”
“And. It is so hopeful.”
— From an interview with Margaret Atwood.
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so i still haven’t actually finished at uni, as my presentation has been pushed back to tuesday, but i don’t care because yesterday i drank cider in a beautiful sunny park and saw the olympic torch, and this evening i’m going to drink cocktails and wine in the sun and watch eurovision. that was a very long and slightly awkward sentence.
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the report i’m currently writing is possibly the biggest load of bollocks ever. this is the first piece of uni work i really, really haven’t cared about at all. it’s quite an odd feeling. when i’ve finished it i’m going to get into bed ridiculously early and watch the danny boyle 127 hours commentary, then everything will be lovely.
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T-MINUS 10 HOURS AND COUNTING ‘TIL PROJECT HAND-IN. OH GOD.
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