don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?

11:04 a.m.
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07 June, 2004

I've just realised I've got 3 weeks to hand in my dissertation proposal. I very almost peed myself in fear. I hate that I get so worked up about this crap. But I still have no idea what to do. It's hard to feign interest in stuff when you're so bloody... bored by everything.

I started watching the D-Day Anniversary yesterday, but once we got through the party political broadcast from the God Party, then through the waving of the goddamn stars and stripes (Silly me forgot we'd all become American), there really wasn't much else. All the veteran dudes were made to stand (for hours in the burning sun) on the fricking graves of their dead pals, while the Queen, Mrs. "I think a lavender dress is appropriate for this occasion" Windsor and her bigoted Greek husband and Chirac all SAT on a PEDESTAL, for crying out loud. Made me feel all like I was in some strange alien, hostile world.

There were loads of war stuff on all weekend... all the films were about how the Americans won the war for us. Not an Englishmen, Australian, Free Frenchman, Kiwi, Canadian, Indian, or any other nationality in sight. In fact, I don't think I actually saw a German in any of those movies either, which is... odd. Blergh.

THEN, stupidly, I was flicking through and I came across this VH1 all-time greatest icons programme. I just caught the end of it, where The Beatles came 4th, which was cool, then Elvis came third, which was also cool. THEN, at 2, it was bloody MADONNA, who is so popular that I don't know ANYONE who actually owns one of her songs, or at least admits to it. At this point, I was wailing and rolling around on the floor, while my family rushed to the doorway to see if I was having a fit. Then, who is at No.1, but DAVID BECKHAM?!!!! Outside of the UK and Spain, nobody knows or cares who he and his plastic, anorexic accessory wife are!!!! So, I comforted myself with the fact that it was obviously all bullshit... had a satsuma fight with my brother... Then went to bed, hoping that, if I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, I wouldn't wake up in the morning.

It's just been one of those lives.


	I hate my life and want to die
	11:04 a.m. / 07 June, 2004 I've just realised I've got 3 weeks to hand in my dissertation proposal. I very almost peed myself in fear. I hate that I get so worked up about this crap. But I still have no idea what to do. It's hard to feign interest in stuff when you're so bloody... bored by everything. I started watching the D-Day Anniversary yesterday, but once we got through the party political broadcast from the God Party, then through the waving of the goddamn stars and stripes (Silly me forgot we'd all become American), there really wasn't much else. All the veteran dudes were made to stand (for hours in the burning sun) on the fricking graves of their dead pals, while the Queen, Mrs. "I think a lavender dress is appropriate for this occasion" Windsor and her bigoted Greek husband and Chirac all SAT on a PEDESTAL, for crying out loud. Made me feel all like I was in some strange alien, hostile world. There were loads of war stuff on all weekend... all the films were about how the Americans won the war for us. Not an Englishmen, Australian, Free Frenchman, Kiwi, Canadian, Indian, or any other nationality in sight. In fact, I don't think I actually saw a German in any of those movies either, which is... odd. Blergh. THEN, stupidly, I was flicking through and I came across this VH1 all-time greatest icons programme. I just caught the end of it, where The Beatles came 4th, which was cool, then Elvis came third, which was also cool. THEN, at 2, it was bloody MADONNA, who is so popular that I don't know ANYONE who actually owns one of her songs, or at least admits to it. At this point, I was wailing and rolling around on the floor, while my family rushed to the doorway to see if I was having a fit. Then, who is at No.1, but DAVID BECKHAM?!!!! Outside of the UK and Spain, nobody knows or cares who he and his plastic, anorexic accessory wife are!!!! So, I comforted myself with the fact that it was obviously all bullshit... had a satsuma fight with my brother... Then went to bed, hoping that, if I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, I wouldn't wake up in the morning. It's just been one of those lives. prev > next > fresh > rotted > profile > fans > rings > notes > email > design > host >