damn yankees!

god, gwen verdon is a sweetheart. exams begin tomorrow, full marks received on the last history assessment, so that's decent, at least. am horrendously sick. the Boy is annoying me for no reason whatsoever, and I have a craving for the new Moonbathe collection by MAC. life dislikes m'wallet, obviously.

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me > mcphee

so, I did almost nothing constructive this weekend. friday was a fleshpot of an evening, where the girls from school got down with these incredibly repulsive boys, an action that makes me reconsider ever going out with them ever again. I know I will, though. I will, however, scrub my brain before and after.

saturday, I saw Pirates of the Carribbean. I have to say, I'm appreciating Orlando a lot more now that he talks less :P isn't that always the case, though? anyway, it wasn't really worth three hours of my life, or twelve dollars, but what can you do? the Boy liked it, so, y'know. we went out to dinner - penne calabrese is absolutely amazing, as is eating gelati outside, by the river in midwinter. beautiful :)

aaaaand today : david garriot & peter mcphee. my god, the biggest wastes of time, ever. mcphee got pompous about peasantry, and I asked to what extent he agreed with the statement that the peasants took their cues from the bourgeoisie and aristocracy, i.e. in the direction & actions of the sans-culotte directed revolution. or something to that effect.

"sometimes yes, sometimes no"

...what? the? f-? I used 'to what extent' deliberately to initiate discussion.

no, I don't understand how that is supposed to answer my question, either. really. basically, this weekend has been a malestrom of timewastage, and fuckwittery. utter fuckwittery. missed an assessment this morning for chinese, but I'm beyond caring at this point. also met an incredibly idiotic boy named matthew, who only makes me more prejudiced against the lovely boys of xavier.

came home, made a fabulous spag bol, and am now going to bed. b-e-d where all is g-o-o-d. possibly with Furet's 'revolutionary france, 1770-1880.' note the judicious application of capitals throughout my post.

in other, possibly less exciting but definitely more relevant news, the Boy's formal is coming up. I'm still not sure whether I should go with the long or short dress. asdafkljd. decisions, decisions, decisions. C & I are good again, which makes me very happy.

exam counter : 3 days to go.

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life, love & the humble biscuit

that's it. I can no longer take it. the only thing keeping me sane are theses beauties:

to paraphrase schama, '[her] worst moment and [her] best.' rather rushdie. published in the same year - who copied whom?

over&out!

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showdown at the celadon city gym

I forget life too easily. exams are getting me down, but I live. if not, A gets everything, and per our previous agreement, A's brother gets anything she doesn't want.

(don't ask!)

on the personal side of things, C & I are still on the outs. I'm not so vain that I think he's posting provocative photos for my benefit, but it's amusingly off-putting. silly boy. I'm still trying to figure that one out, because the conclusion I've come to is completely undesirable. (a regular male, who is straight and as such, can be and sometimes is, totally insensitive.)

the History Kids are all aflutter with the assessment coming up, H1 & H2 are all prepped though. I'm oscillating between short periods of wild productivity and procrastination. unfortunately, the 'wild productivity' < 'procrastination.' by a large margin. so what does one do after one has played 20 games of minesweeper? why, check out pretties on eluxury.com, of course!

I love this Pucci Cupola silk scarf - a cool $260US, but in my dreams, perhaps. it looks really awkward in cream, though - shame, shame.

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warm memories & cold nights

it's probably a system glitch, or a friendly automated 'do you STILL want all this free netspace?' but I like to find a bit of mystery in it. a sweet reminder from the 'interverse that it still likes me, p'haps?

that aside, it reminded me that I did enjoy blogging, and that post - three years old - is looking more adorable by the day. less adorable were the ads hawking scholastic degrees online - I'm really beginning to be quite insecure about my ability to get into a real uni! so, a short introduction : I was once lisbourne and am now again, (I kinda like the results of Googling it - jason lisbourne, eat your heart out!) I enjoy cheese, history and most frivolity. I blog about beauty, school and my life. I'm not the lisbourne I once was.

& now, study awaits. my fate bows and scrapes to the 'crises faced by the new regime in 1791-3.' as william doyle likes to say - this is a 'turning point.' the man is far too fond of that term, I should really let him know.

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