a little bag of cocaine - so who's the girl wearing my dress?

when you get hit in the head with a rock (it ruins the moment)
you know i was out walking the other night
out walking, wandering wondering pondering and ever so lost in thought
and then i turned around and looked all around and realised:
i was lost in more than just thought
and so i had to take it all in
so i laid down in the grass
and closed my eyes, but my mind didn't follow
and things came flowing in but i dont think they could find a way out
i couldn't see past all the pictures of europe: big ben and the river thames
and i could hear kate nash in the background
and i think she was singing a song for you
because she's better at putting the words in the right order than i am
and she seems to have a better sense of rhythm and rhyme
and then your time came along:
you passed through, but lingered - oh how you lingered!
you were in focus for quite some time
longer than bob dylan, even
and that was a good couple of moments that made the time fly by
but then something hit me in the head
and it knocked me out of my unconsciousness.

relax, zipperhead

I'm drowning in Virginia Woolf. I have eight books either by her or about her stacked under my desk. I'd like to think I'm stalking her. Somehow I'm going to compress all of that into ten to twelve pages.

Right now I'm supposed to be working on a different ten to twelve page paper. That one is about Thomas Jefferson and the drafting of the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America. It's mostly going to be B.S. from Wikipedia, I think. Even though I'm a history education major... I'm such a horrible student.

In addition to those two papers I have an eight to ten page paper on privatisation in education - whatever the fuck that is. I think it's mostly going to be B.S. too.

I wanted to put a clip from Gran Torino here, but they disabled embedding. Bastards. Here's a quote instead: "Oh, I've got one. A Mexican, a Jew, and a colored guy go into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, 'Get the fuck out of here.'"

It would be really nice if I were in London now.

come on, take your dreams where nobody can find them

I finally saw Slumdog Millionaire last week. And then I saw it again last night. It's a good film. But The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is better. It should have swept the Oscars. For one, it is not a realist film with the most obscure plot. It also switches from Hindi to English for no apparent reason other than for the simple reason that the child actors probably did not know English and that many of the actors were not actually from India (i.e Dev Patel). Plus, people don't like subtitles.

Kate Nash is going to be the mother of my children. I've decided that. Nevermind that we've never met and she's something ten years older than me.