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[Sep. 19th, 2006|09:09 pm] |
Oh, fucksticks.
Why can't I do a perfectly good venty-ranty post?
Too polite.
I'm holding it all in.
ANyway, dont expect more posts in this thing. More trouble than it's worth.
If you want to contact me, poke the profile, or someone who knows how to. |
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| Things and stuffage. |
[Sep. 17th, 2006|08:52 pm] |
So, tomorrow I start my daily commute to Salford university.
Recently I've been thinking about stuff, and I've come close to breaking down and crying. I've realised how isolated I've made myself. I'm usually a rather private person. When I encounter a problem, I usually try and overcome it myself, and it's somewhat hard for me to ask for help. I've hidden how I felt about a lot of things I've done. I've hidden my emotions too much.
After thinking, I've realised I only want one thing, above all others.
I could post it here, but I'm going to decline. |
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| *cackles* |
[Sep. 7th, 2006|11:29 pm] |
 | You scored as Vulcan. You Are Vulcan, You prefer to be alone and learn. You rarely show people what you are feeling. You understand that things take time. Safety is something that usally passes your mind, but you don't always follow it
Vulcan | | 85% | Federation | | 50% | Borg | | 50% | Cardassian | | 50% | Ferengi | | 50% | Romulan | | 45% | Dominion | | 35% | Klingon | | 25% | </td>
What Star Trek Species Are You?
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[Sep. 6th, 2006|08:41 pm] |
I was going to a big-ass post, but I lost the enthusiasm to do it. Main thing to share is: I leave Lancaster on Sunday 24th September 2006.
A generic breakdown of stuff:
Likelihood of me returning to stay, given current circumstances: Negligible.
Opinion of returning to stay from last year til now: Shit, with some good points.
Number of people needing thanking: A fair few.
-Thanks regarding good things: Few.
-Hate-laced thanks: Some.
-Generic thanks: Several.
Likelihood of my visiting people: Variable.
Likelihood of a big goodbye from me: Negligible.
Likelihood of my missing:
-Lancaster: Average.
-People: Person-dependant.
-Places: Place-dependant.
Number of goodbye messages: Some.
-Good messages: Several
-Other: A few. |
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| Rise and fly kiddies, rise and fly..... |
[Aug. 14th, 2006|12:49 am] |
Right, time to get my life in check. Spent too long pissing this fracking Lancastrian sabbatical away. Life's too short for me to be voluntarily locked in my room spending my time being emo and shit, in a town I only came to live in for comfort reasons. Getting into Salford Uni is within my grasp, and I need to wrangle the year 2 guy into getting the ball rolling for me to get in. After that, getting my degree'll be piss easy, because I'm more than capable of doing it.
After that, research. I've got an idea I need, I want, to get into production, whether it be done for an existing company, or under my own steam. Either way, I'm gonnae get it done, hell or high water. After that? Hey, sky's the limit, and then some.
I've spent too much time catering to other peoples' needs.
Screw you guys, I'm doing my own shit. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2006|01:17 am] |
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Today was a good day, and I believe I am officially "da man." |
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| Go, go ego-boosters! |
[Jul. 11th, 2006|08:29 pm] |
This happened about 20 minutes ago:
While I was walking home from the gym, I was walking past Potts Pies, on Bowerham road, and these two lassies started shouting at me. Things like, "Hey gorgeous," "Sexy beast," and the like, giggling slightly. FOr some reason I paid them no attention. As I was walking away, one of them runs up to me, and slaps my ass, then runs back to her mate, both of them giggling more. I still paid them little attention.
So, Mr. Weasel, you may be the prettiest, but I am the sexiest. :D |
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| Stuff I have done recently: |
[Jun. 30th, 2006|12:03 am] |
*Went to an important interview at the Town Hall, alone.
*Joined a gym.
*Exercised at said gym.
*Spent time with Katie.
*Worked.
On the "To Do" list:
*Exercise.
*Work.
*Get more stuff to do. |
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[May. 26th, 2006|06:21 pm] |
Recently I've been poking this motivational poster generator, and thought I'd share what I've made so far.
( Cut to save peoples' friends lists. )
Out of all of them, my favorite is the Hero one, followed by Hope and Sanity. |
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[May. 23rd, 2006|11:22 pm] |
Thing are quiet in my life at the moment. The only big thing happening is me poking Salford about going there coming academic year to do my final year to finish my degree. The nearest definate thing to be happening to me is my leaving of Lancaster. My feelings on these things? I'm looking forward to them, assuming I get into Salford. I've had my bumps while I've been here, but I'm finding my own path and course to follow.
I'm finding myself thinking on what I'll miss, and what has happened, and what I've done. I could do a list, but I doubt people would want to hear it.
When looking towards the future, I see possibilites abounds. I have hope. I have faith. I have the abilities. I have the vision. I am capable and I am willing. I have someone I can rely on and can talk to and confide in. I've had my good times, and I've had the bad. My life is my own, and no-one, barring deity/deities, can take that way from me as long as I stay true to myself. Most of all, I am alive, with a healthy respect for, and lack of fear of, death. I'm ready. |
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[May. 15th, 2006|02:13 pm] |
The dryer in our house no longer dries. I now have clothes drying in our cold house. I now have to find the nearest laundrette, or go to campus and use one there.
I am now irritated. |
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| Cos I'm curious.... |
[Apr. 21st, 2006|12:18 pm] |
If you had me alone, locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me do? All comments will be permanently screened because it's a secret. Then repost this in your LJ. You might be surprised with the responses you get.
And yes, responses to this will be kept strictly confidential |
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[Apr. 6th, 2006|09:47 am] |
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Please repost this if you believe that homophobia is wrong. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2006|06:39 pm] |
 | You scored as Musical/Rhythmic. You are sensitive to sounds in your environment, enjoy music and prefer listening to music when you study or read. You learn best through melody and music. People like you include singers, conductors, composers, and others who appreciate the various elements of music.
Musical/Rhythmic | | 89% | Visual/Spatial | | 89% | Intrapersonal | | 68% | Verbal/Linguistic | | 64% | Logical/Mathematical | | 61% | Bodily/Kinesthetic | | 61% | Interpersonal | | 57% | </td>
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 28th, 2006|09:15 pm] |
Someone made this image for me. I've been waiting for ages for it to be made as I've not been able to do it myself. |
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| Meme-a-go-go |
[Mar. 21st, 2006|10:47 pm] |
Yoinked from darkluke
These are the instructions:
Put your iTunes/Winamp/WMP on shuffle.
Say the following questions aloud, and press play.
Use the song title as the answer to the question.
NO CHEATING.
My answers (feel free to post your interpretations of my answers):
( Read more... ) |
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[Mar. 15th, 2006|10:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Lanch on yahoo. | ] |
I'm a dreamer. Always have been. Never been completely sastisfied with things. Always wanted things to be better. Was never fully satisfied with what I had. Aimed for bigger and brighter. Been knocked and battered along the way, but I have kept on wlaking the path laid out in front of me by myself and whatever forces were at work.
Will be leaving Lancaster when my current house contract runs out, which'll be around the end of September this year (06). For how long? As far as I see it, permanently, or at least the forseeable future. Lancaster is just too small for me now. Leave, go back home while finish my degree at another university. When I graduate, I'll look at my situation and see where I should go next. This is the plan I mentioned before.
There's nothing really keeping me in Lancaster. Friends can visit and be visited. No romantic relationships to make me think wice about leaving. If there's anything people wish to say to me, ask me, do to/with me in person, best do it before I leave as I dont know when I will be in Lancaster next.
Shows how much I've changed during my time in Lancaster. Before I came up, I would've had no qualms about leaving and giving no warning to everyone. Now, I know my friends deserve more than that. No bring up the so-called Lancaster "Curse". I was tied to this place before I came, and will continue to be long after I've left. Anyway, as long there's one person in Lancaster who remembers me, it's as though I've never left, hmm?
Regardless of the time on this post, I've been trying to do this post for over an hour.
Two words are appropriate now (prize for who can guess specifics): Aveo amacuse. |
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