(I nicked the title quote from an episode of House – Season 3, Episode 5; I think it turned out they were brother and sister.) Before I get stuck in, there are yet more things that need to go on what shall now be referred to simply as The List. And they are: “Dominant” noses.… Continue reading "Show me a twenty-year-old who’s NOT in love…"
A few more boxes to tick…
…or, “Weird Things People Find Hot: Part Two”. The last post could very easily have turned into an e-book, to be honest with you. And it got such a lovely response – everyone who read it was ludicrously complimentary, and a lot of people had more things to add to the list. Nothing I’ve written… Continue reading A few more boxes to tick…
Ticking the boxes…
As all the best conversations do, this started in the pub, in a post-presentation haze of relief. (And yes, to nobody’s surprise but my own, said presentation was fine.) We started talking about the weird and obscure things we find attractive, and it proved to be a stimulating topic – here’s the list, scrawled on… Continue reading Ticking the boxes…
On having an audience…
…I have to give a presentation tomorrow. Which, presumably you already know, as I’ve been venting about it to anyone I come across who’ll listen – friends, housemates, people in the street – because giving presentations is really, really Not. My. Thing. If you enjoy speaking in front of an audience, you’re a freak. Unless… Continue reading On having an audience…
Self-censorship…
This week has brought a few things to my attention. One, that I really need to work on my physical and mental responses to stress. (Walking home from Tesco the other day, I wondered why pretty much everywhere above my waist was aching. Turns out that being a tightly-wound ball of anxiety isn’t good for… Continue reading Self-censorship…
5 people…
This week hasn’t been ideal, to say the least. It’s been the kind of week that’s felt like the intellectual equivalent of walking blindfolded through a minefield. In the dark. With a broken arm. It’s been the kind of week where my emotional weather has had a lot in common with Cardiff weather – in… Continue reading 5 people…
I will always be 17 at heart…
While I was at home over Easter, my mother asked me to go through some of the drawers and boxes in my room, and to chuck out anything that I didn’t want anymore. And as much as it kills me to admit this, the diaries I kept on and off from the age of 13,… Continue reading I will always be 17 at heart…
2012 and I: it’s complicated
…or, “Oh, it’s fine, everyone hates doing an MA!” 2011 was possibly my favourite year of my life so far. Great things happened in it. I graduated, for a start. My excessive word-geekery and ability to bullshit had paid off at last. I finally had a summer job that actually made use of my one… Continue reading 2012 and I: it’s complicated
On constructive criticism…
…is there a phrase that is more effective when it comes to making you want to curl up in a ball on your bed and repeat “No, I don’t want to hear it” over and over? Just me then? I know it’s immature. I know. I know, that if I’m ever going to make any… Continue reading On constructive criticism…
The realisation…
…that I actually am a feminist. I have this friend (well, I say friend… It’s worrying how many times I find myself saying that, but people think you’re a tad odd if you start saying things like, “Well, I have this person that I know and whose company I endure rather than enjoy…”) who looks… Continue reading The realisation…
Inbetween Girl 