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"In skating over thin ice, our safety is our speed."

Thursday, March 11, 2010

11th March

I felt a bit better today, and could actually smell and taste some stuff, too! Although, my hearing is still screwed up, and I still have a stuffy nose and a bad head. I think I'll go to bed after posting this, I'm that tired.

Today was, again, pretty standard. Rachel, Kate and me went to the module enrolment session today, only to find that everything they told us was in the pack they'd given us before (and which Kate and me had already read, so we didn't even need to be there!) Then I came back, ate and spent some time reading for my seminar, which started at 4. This was really interesting, as we were talking about the issues of both race, and sex, and my seminar leader Ben is really relaxed. We had a few jokes about Hillary Clinton and Margaret Thatcher, but generally the discussion was quite serious; it was really good, and I felt I learnt a fair bit, or at least got some bits of information I'd never really paid attention to before...

This evening I did very little. No editing, because I don't think my brain is up to anything like that yet, but I'm about to go and do some reading for next week before sleeping. We have to read Tarzan of the Apes which so far looks like a brilliant read, and Ghostwalk which I'm also really looking forward to (especially because the author of that is giving the lecture on Monday!) So, on the whole a good week for books, methinks - although if you ask me that after a weekend of crammed reading, I might answer differently!

Tom is coming to visit tomorrow, so before I sleep I should also hoover the room and make it tidy for when he gets here. That's also why I want to start reading now, so I have less to do while he's here. I should also buy food, but it's too late now, and I have little money. I'm sure he won't mind eating pasta... Haha. Ah well, it could be worse: I could have no food...

Anyway! Time to go listen to some crappy radio and read before sleepy time. I hope this cold will be gone, at least mostly, by tomorrow. I don't want to pass it on to any more people. :gonk:

Night guys!
x

posted by Kitty Taylor at 9:28 pm

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"Come on babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that Jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

And all that jazz

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all

That

Jazz

Skit two!

And all that Jazz

Hotshot!

Whoopee!

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Slick your hair

And wear your buckle shoes

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I hear that Father Dip

Is gonna blow the blues

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Hold on, hon

We're gonna bunny hop

I bought some aspirin

Down at United Drug

In case you shake apart

And want a brand new start

To do that-

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Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here

Is where I store the juice

And all that jazz

Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I bet you lucky Lindy

Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To all that Jazz?

Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

And all that jazz

Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle

And If she hears her baby squeal

It's For all that jazz

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Come on babe

Why don't we paint

The town?

And all that jazz

I'm gonna

Rouge my knees

And roll my

Stockings down

And all that jazz

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that-

Jazz

No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

And all that Jazz!

That Jazz!"


Kitty's blog is entirely fictional, and not based on anything real or otherwise. Oh hell. Who am I kidding? it's hard cheese facts of life. This is a NaNoWriMo (and other various writing-related) journal, to see more about this visit www.nanowrimo.org