An unceremonious declaration

Taking a small breather from assignmenting, which I must unceremoniously declare I am most tired of. Dear me, dear me, dear me I am tired. I've been studying and reading and studying and reading in a rather it-is-(really!)-exam-time mood since Boxing Day and I must say I need a break. My brain cells need a break, honestly!!! Yet, I have two assignments left to do. One of them is a massive 4000-word essay on literary theory, at which everyone in my class is rather bewildered. And the other is my last remaining 2 ECTS from first year, which I am now rather scared won't be awarded because I simply do not feel competent to write about Petrarch's influence on English sonnet sequences when I have never read any Petrarch, and I've barely skimmed through any sonnet sequences. God please help me, I'm treading most unfamiliar territory.

And... all I want to do is listen to the Arctic Monkeys. They're so coool!!! No wonder everyone was going berserk mentioning them in hi5 and facebook profiles, because they're really good. Even though as usual I suspect it has become a trend to like them, yet at least they're good, so maybe they deserve to have a trend whereby they are liked! You know what I like about them? They have a voice of their own, a 21st century voice! And they're soo young! A voice is all I want, to say something, do something, mine! yet something that also draws on the torrent of things that I've been exposed to, but mine! still mine! Ah, the bliss!

Anyhows, more importantly, This morning, a dear dear friend of mine, definitely one of my best and closest and oldest, whom I've known since I was eleven, left for London!!! Good luck Disirenn, if you're reading this. Life is beckoning :DDDD!!!

Must be off now!
Take care everybody and Happy Birthday Claire :D
xxxxx

psst psst: Listening to: Fluorescent Adolescent - the Arctic Monkeys

the hollow-men. and women.

Dear me, am feeling so troubled tonight. I just feel frustrated with people sometimes. Don't know what they want from me. I care about people I shouldn't give a damn about. It's the worst feeling in the world. Sometimes I feel I'm going nuts. I think so many stupid things that stupidity becomes a system of thought in its own right. The metaphysics of stupidity???

Have become addicted to the Arctic Monkeys. They were all the rage two years ago. I presume they still are. Even though the music industry forgets people pretty easily these days. But I still think they're very alive and kicking. I was reading about them yesterday. They were twenty (MY AGE BASICALLY) when they released their excessively successful and totally awesome debut album Whatever you say I am, that's what I am not. Dear me! And here I am sitting around, being a full time wimp with a tendency for irritating self-satisfaction. Dear me! How I would like to write a nice little song. And then I'd be so happy. I'd make people smile and feel good when they hear it while working on assignments.

Life: Something I need to get.

Listening to: When the Sun Goes Down: The Arctic Monkeys

wrong priorities

Am at university and waiting to leave for my German Circle lesson. I just went to a lecture with the first years, a lecture I'm not registered for but that I've been advised to attend cos it's important. And I've discovered another thing that REALLY irks me. People who have a stuffy obsession with the correct pronunciation. Ok, so this lecturer, who is rather new to the university, is delivering a really good lecture about the significance of Shakespeare. He makes a mistake in pronunciation, and the people behind me are laughing their heads off, riding on their ridiculous high horse, just because they caught him out in a mistake. Now, I'm not one to be a lecturer's pet and look up in awe at lecturers just because they're lecturers, but one has to give credit where it is due. This lecturer knows what he's talking about, and is articulating it most eloquently. Yes, ok, he is a lecturer of English. BUT he is Maltese, and like most Maltese, got most of his English through silent reading. So what if his accent is not exactly like the queen's? So what if he says 'rhetoric' not quite right? At least, he's insightful and intelligent, not like the silly people whose most important goal in life is to get the pronunciation right. No writer or artist has touched and moved entire generations of thinkers through his right pronunciation. Joseph Conrad, the Polish born author, had a notoriously bad pronunciation. Yet, he is one of the leading novelists of the twentieth century. You might argue, "but he's Polish". And we're Maltese. Aaaargh. Silly frivolous people. In 1984, George Orwell talks about "the neat handwriting of the illiterate". I think I know what he was talking about. I'd say "the correct pronunciation of the irrevocably dumb". Get. over. it.

Exams. finally. OVER.

Hello there, the exams are finally over!!! And even though I have three considerably taxing assignments, I must say I feel pretty free and floaty. I've been sleeping/wasting time all day long, and so I said, why not continue? Tonight I'm going to watch Elizabeth The Golden Age at the Tal-Lira cinemas with my uncle. I know they' ve said it's nowhere as uppaclass as the first one, but what can be so evil about a film which shares the name with yours truly and stars dearest most beloved Clive Owen (in tights!!! LOL) ? Anyways my reasons for writing this blog are getting slimmer and more depleted every minute, so maybe should put on some music for inspiration. Which brings me to this song, A Certain Romance by the Arctic Monkeys. I'd heard about this band and how absolutely awesome and up'n'happening they are, but being the lazy bum that I am I'd never bothered to listen. It was only a few days ago that I stumbled upon this lovely lovely song in my sister's playlist, and I haven't stopped listening to it ever since lol. And even the lyrics are nice wiii.

Anyhow, what else what else? Yesterday I went to dear old Paceville again after an absence of three long weeks. Must say that despite the fact that I'm pretty fed up of the place, it still has a kind of worn out, shabby, dusty allure. We went to Koyote and it was kind of funny. They were playing a lot of nightclub-by songs and it was kind of nice and pumping, if you know what I mean (don't worry I don't know what I mean either). Besides, I was ecstatic at finally being able to dress up nicely again, and apply make-up and wear lenses and be a young gal all over again after those never-ending days of 150%nerdism. Anyways, I think I'm out of inspiration now. Must say I'm quite looking forward to starting uni lectures again. I know I'm a hopeless nerd but it'll be nice to see everyone again and get back to good old normal life.

ps I've added to links to my dear friends' Andrea and Desiree's blogs, so check them out.

Till next time,
Take care and Happy Carnival
Liz
xxx