Politics Sucks.
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apollaI have a Politics (US Foreign Policy Since 1945) essay due in tomorrow. Started it five minutes ago. Have (of the end 2,500 words) 100 words. It's about Nixon, Kissinger, Detente, the emergence of Soviet power and I couldn't care less if it also involved Russell Crowe.
I did start annotating a book yesterday all about Jim Morrison, so I have now officially started my dissertation. I have a plan for it, too.
The Princess and the Marine are back, which is very cool. He was a little overwhelmed at meeting all these new people that are her friends, so I think he was relieved when I turned up- a familiar face.
Got 65 out of 100 for my Hollywood paper. Didn't disgrace myself or Errol, so that's good. I think that counts as a 2.1 or something. Mumbleby (the tutor bloke, not his real name) said there were good parts and some not so good parts. Ah well, it's not like I actually care. He slated the Princess' paper, lending ever more proof to the 'He doesn't like her, and for no apparent reason' case.
Tomorrow I have to take music into the American music class and talk about it. I've known about this for some time, and the whole 'which song to pick?' question has really been bugging me. I've made an executive decision, however: Roisin Dubh by Thin Lizzy. Seven minutes of beautiful guitars, beautiful lyrics and Philip Lynott. Stairway to Heaven would've been too cliche. Ditto Beatles. Ditto Doors. Everyone knows I love the Beatles and the Doors. I also feel it's my duty to bring in some proper rock music. I nearly chose 'The Celebration of the Lizard', that great Doors track. But it's seventeen minutes long and I don't think they'd appreciate it too much.
So far people have brought in Lindisfarne, Fairport Convention, Fairground Attraction, some chillout crap, someone brought in some sixties Jazz (not good stuff, btw) and Wigga James brought in Dre, so very unsurprisingly. It's my duty to show these poor lost souls what real music sounds like with guitars and stuff. And I shall. I'm so Barry from High Fidelity it's almost unamusing.
Anyway, in the spirit of time wasting, here's a quiz. I can't remember who I nicked it off.
Favourite food? Walkers Beef & Onion crisps. Sainsbury's Mixed Bean Salad.
Favourite pizza topping? Well at California Pizza Kitchen, BBQ Chicken. Dominos, pepperoni and onion. Pizza Hut, Meat Feast.
Favourite fruit? Are you mad? Fruit? Why would I eat that stuff?
Favourite vegetable? Hmmm.
Favourite cereal? Coco-Pops, because it turns the milk chocolatey. And also Special K. But I don't eat breakfast. As Derek Trotter would say: Breakfast is for wimps.
Favourite alcoholic drink? Guinness
Favourite type of chocolate? White aero. Yorkie bars (Yes, they are for chicks, fool ad men!)
Favourite type of muffin? Don't really like muffins. UCIrvine chocky ones were ok though.
Favourite nail polish colour? I rarely paint my nails. But probably purple
Favourite pen colour? Black.
Favourite clothing colour? Black. Purple.
Favourite colour for walls in a room? Purple. Something by Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen!
Favourite hair colour? Hmmm. Red. (Celtic issues). For blokes I'm leaning towards dark.
Favourite eye colour? Green. Also blue.
favourite movie? I don't have one specific picture, more a small elite. They're all at least twenty years old, too.
favourite actress? Hmmm... Currently, Joan Crawford, Marlene Dietrich and Ava Gardner. Ultimately though, I think Norma Jeane. Fantastic comic timing, that girl.
favourite actor? Oooh. Starryness- Errol Flynn. 30s style acting- Clark Gable. 40s style- James Stewart and Bogart. 50s style- Brando, Dean and Montgomery Clift. 60s style- Paul Newman & Steve McQueen. 70s style- Al Pacino.
favourite type of music? Rock music, with some swing music on the side. Really, I'm just a music person. I don't mind what music, just so long as it's good.
favourite song of all time? Yeah. Right. I can't even choose a favourite album.
favourite song right now? Hmmm... Again, very complicated and complex. I guess... the album du jour is Irish Heartbeat by Van Morrison and the Chieftains. Something on there.
favourite band? The Beatles, the Doors, the Rolling Stones, Thin Lizzy, Led Zep, Queen, Cream (and the rest of Eric’s many bands). There are more, probably.
favourite boy band? I can't answer that on the grounds that I hate most music post-1980 and esp. boy bands and I don't have time to swear and curse. I've got an essay to write.
favourite male singer? Dean Martin. Jim Morrison. John Lennon, Robert Plant. There are others, but time is a premium.
favourite female singer? Julie London, Peggy Lee, Marilyn Monroe, Marlene Dietrich.
favourite instrument? Hmm. Spanish guitar. Actually, any guitar as played by Clapton, Hendrix, Harrison, Keef, Scott Gorham. I'm a guitar person, full stop really.
favourite radio station? I don't really listen to the radio. Capital Gold is my favourite, but I can't get it here in Lancaster.
favourite music video? Bohemian Rhapsody. A favourite song of mine by a favourite band of mine.
favourite TV channel? VH1 Classic. And BBC2. That's where they have Buzzcocks.
favourite TV show? Never Mind the Buzzcocks, Friends, Only Fools and Horses, Porridge, Ally McBeal.
favourite cartoon? Disney's Cinderella.
favourite cartoon character? Cinderella. and Tigger.
favourite commercial? I refuse to watch adverts. Would like to see the Red Nose Day crisp ad though.
favourite magazine? Q, Mojo, Empire, Vanity Fair.
favourite book? Hmm... Harry Potter! And a few others. Corelli's good.
favourite school subject? English, history, music.
favourite name for a boy? Flynn. Or Dean.
favourite name for a girl? Ava. Grainne. Deirdre. Hell, I quite like Maura ;).
favourite room in the house? Bedroom. It has everything- tv, computer, snacks, bed, pictures of movie stars.
favourite place to go to for a vacation? Ireland. Or a nearly deserted tropical island.
favourite country? Hmm. I'm really quite fond of this one, you know. Ireland, though I've never set foot on the island. It's a part of me, after all.
favourite city? London. New York.
favourite sport? Footie (Spurs, baby!) and snooker.
favourite website? hmmm... LJ, pp.org. FAP. mirror.co.uk
favourite thing in your room? My bed
favourite thing in your house? My guitar.
favourite quote? "You are only young once but you can remain immature indefinitely." Ogden Nash. Words to live by.
favourite quote from a movie? I usually quote the Adventures of Robin Hood at this juncture, but I’m going to do something different this time. It’s from Cleopatra and Mark Antony (Richard Burton) says this: "You and I will prove death so much less than love." Then he dies and she follows him soon after.
favourite quote from a song? At the moment this: "Dead cats, dead rats, did you see what they were at? Dead cat in a top hat, sucking on a young man’s blood, wishing he could come. Sucking on a soldier’s brain, wishing it would be the same. Dead cats, dead rats. Did you see what they were at? Fat cat in a top hat, thinks he’s an aristocrat. Thinks he can kill and slaughter, thinks he can shoot my daughter. Oh yeah, all right... Dead cats, dead rats, think you’re an aristcrat? That’s crap." It’s Little Jimmy Morrison, Absolutely Live. It sounds more whimsical on the record.
favourite person to laugh at? Mark Lamarr. Well, laugh with, really. I laugh at myself quite frequently, too.
favourite person to hate? Russell Crowe.
favourite friend? the Princess: Natasha.
favourite outfit? My Ireland rugby shirt and Levis combo.
favourite shoes? black and white adidas trainers.
favourite body part on yourself? Brain.
favourite body part on the opposite sex? Hmmm. Eyes, I guess.
favourite thing about you? My stunning personality.
favourite day of the week? Tuesday
favourite holiday? Christmas I guess.
favourite time of the day? 2am
favourite time to shower? I prefer a bath, but I don't have one here in Lancaster. In the morning, I guess, to wake me up.
favourite feeling? Good humour.
favourite emotion? Well, happiness, I guess.
favourite thing to do when you're bored? Nothing.
favourite thing to do when you're mad? Ah, I have a list of things to do because I'm not someone who should lose her temper (it's really bad). So really, listen to Dean Martin to calm me down. And shouting is good.
favourite thing to do when you're hyper? Bounce.
favourite animal? Sabre-toothed tiger.
favourite type of accent? Irish, of course! North, South, I don't care.
favourite store? HMV. Anywhere I can buy music and videos. And Tiffany’s.
favourite place to hang out? Natasha's.
favourite talk show? Don't like them much. Liked Leno and Conan when I was in America.
favourite sandwich? Meatballs and onions.
favourite brand of cigarette? Hate cigarettes.
favourite type of drugs? None.
favourite dream? Ones with my friend.
favourite way to listen to music? On my walkman, walking along.
favourite thing in the whole world? Music.
I think I've got over my worrying Labyrinth problem. I sat and listened to some Spandex Dave before bed last night and felt better. Tried watching The Brit Awards, but it's just so not my scene it's not funny. Switched off when Justin 'Not Michael Jackson' Timberlake and Kylie 'Pop Tart: Best Before 1990' Minogue duetted on my favourite Blondie song- Rapture. Nightmares for me tonight, I'm telling you.
Well, back to my essay. Eventually. Did I mention that I hate work and I hate politics? I mean, why should I bother looking at past American politics- George W Bush certainly doesn't bother.
I did start annotating a book yesterday all about Jim Morrison, so I have now officially started my dissertation. I have a plan for it, too.
The Princess and the Marine are back, which is very cool. He was a little overwhelmed at meeting all these new people that are her friends, so I think he was relieved when I turned up- a familiar face.
Got 65 out of 100 for my Hollywood paper. Didn't disgrace myself or Errol, so that's good. I think that counts as a 2.1 or something. Mumbleby (the tutor bloke, not his real name) said there were good parts and some not so good parts. Ah well, it's not like I actually care. He slated the Princess' paper, lending ever more proof to the 'He doesn't like her, and for no apparent reason' case.
Tomorrow I have to take music into the American music class and talk about it. I've known about this for some time, and the whole 'which song to pick?' question has really been bugging me. I've made an executive decision, however: Roisin Dubh by Thin Lizzy. Seven minutes of beautiful guitars, beautiful lyrics and Philip Lynott. Stairway to Heaven would've been too cliche. Ditto Beatles. Ditto Doors. Everyone knows I love the Beatles and the Doors. I also feel it's my duty to bring in some proper rock music. I nearly chose 'The Celebration of the Lizard', that great Doors track. But it's seventeen minutes long and I don't think they'd appreciate it too much.
So far people have brought in Lindisfarne, Fairport Convention, Fairground Attraction, some chillout crap, someone brought in some sixties Jazz (not good stuff, btw) and Wigga James brought in Dre, so very unsurprisingly. It's my duty to show these poor lost souls what real music sounds like with guitars and stuff. And I shall. I'm so Barry from High Fidelity it's almost unamusing.
Anyway, in the spirit of time wasting, here's a quiz. I can't remember who I nicked it off.
Favourite food? Walkers Beef & Onion crisps. Sainsbury's Mixed Bean Salad.
Favourite pizza topping? Well at California Pizza Kitchen, BBQ Chicken. Dominos, pepperoni and onion. Pizza Hut, Meat Feast.
Favourite fruit? Are you mad? Fruit? Why would I eat that stuff?
Favourite vegetable? Hmmm.
Favourite cereal? Coco-Pops, because it turns the milk chocolatey. And also Special K. But I don't eat breakfast. As Derek Trotter would say: Breakfast is for wimps.
Favourite alcoholic drink? Guinness
Favourite type of chocolate? White aero. Yorkie bars (Yes, they are for chicks, fool ad men!)
Favourite type of muffin? Don't really like muffins. UCIrvine chocky ones were ok though.
Favourite nail polish colour? I rarely paint my nails. But probably purple
Favourite pen colour? Black.
Favourite clothing colour? Black. Purple.
Favourite colour for walls in a room? Purple. Something by Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen!
Favourite hair colour? Hmmm. Red. (Celtic issues). For blokes I'm leaning towards dark.
Favourite eye colour? Green. Also blue.
favourite movie? I don't have one specific picture, more a small elite. They're all at least twenty years old, too.
favourite actress? Hmmm... Currently, Joan Crawford, Marlene Dietrich and Ava Gardner. Ultimately though, I think Norma Jeane. Fantastic comic timing, that girl.
favourite actor? Oooh. Starryness- Errol Flynn. 30s style acting- Clark Gable. 40s style- James Stewart and Bogart. 50s style- Brando, Dean and Montgomery Clift. 60s style- Paul Newman & Steve McQueen. 70s style- Al Pacino.
favourite type of music? Rock music, with some swing music on the side. Really, I'm just a music person. I don't mind what music, just so long as it's good.
favourite song of all time? Yeah. Right. I can't even choose a favourite album.
favourite song right now? Hmmm... Again, very complicated and complex. I guess... the album du jour is Irish Heartbeat by Van Morrison and the Chieftains. Something on there.
favourite band? The Beatles, the Doors, the Rolling Stones, Thin Lizzy, Led Zep, Queen, Cream (and the rest of Eric’s many bands). There are more, probably.
favourite boy band? I can't answer that on the grounds that I hate most music post-1980 and esp. boy bands and I don't have time to swear and curse. I've got an essay to write.
favourite male singer? Dean Martin. Jim Morrison. John Lennon, Robert Plant. There are others, but time is a premium.
favourite female singer? Julie London, Peggy Lee, Marilyn Monroe, Marlene Dietrich.
favourite instrument? Hmm. Spanish guitar. Actually, any guitar as played by Clapton, Hendrix, Harrison, Keef, Scott Gorham. I'm a guitar person, full stop really.
favourite radio station? I don't really listen to the radio. Capital Gold is my favourite, but I can't get it here in Lancaster.
favourite music video? Bohemian Rhapsody. A favourite song of mine by a favourite band of mine.
favourite TV channel? VH1 Classic. And BBC2. That's where they have Buzzcocks.
favourite TV show? Never Mind the Buzzcocks, Friends, Only Fools and Horses, Porridge, Ally McBeal.
favourite cartoon? Disney's Cinderella.
favourite cartoon character? Cinderella. and Tigger.
favourite commercial? I refuse to watch adverts. Would like to see the Red Nose Day crisp ad though.
favourite magazine? Q, Mojo, Empire, Vanity Fair.
favourite book? Hmm... Harry Potter! And a few others. Corelli's good.
favourite school subject? English, history, music.
favourite name for a boy? Flynn. Or Dean.
favourite name for a girl? Ava. Grainne. Deirdre. Hell, I quite like Maura ;).
favourite room in the house? Bedroom. It has everything- tv, computer, snacks, bed, pictures of movie stars.
favourite place to go to for a vacation? Ireland. Or a nearly deserted tropical island.
favourite country? Hmm. I'm really quite fond of this one, you know. Ireland, though I've never set foot on the island. It's a part of me, after all.
favourite city? London. New York.
favourite sport? Footie (Spurs, baby!) and snooker.
favourite website? hmmm... LJ, pp.org. FAP. mirror.co.uk
favourite thing in your room? My bed
favourite thing in your house? My guitar.
favourite quote? "You are only young once but you can remain immature indefinitely." Ogden Nash. Words to live by.
favourite quote from a movie? I usually quote the Adventures of Robin Hood at this juncture, but I’m going to do something different this time. It’s from Cleopatra and Mark Antony (Richard Burton) says this: "You and I will prove death so much less than love." Then he dies and she follows him soon after.
favourite quote from a song? At the moment this: "Dead cats, dead rats, did you see what they were at? Dead cat in a top hat, sucking on a young man’s blood, wishing he could come. Sucking on a soldier’s brain, wishing it would be the same. Dead cats, dead rats. Did you see what they were at? Fat cat in a top hat, thinks he’s an aristocrat. Thinks he can kill and slaughter, thinks he can shoot my daughter. Oh yeah, all right... Dead cats, dead rats, think you’re an aristcrat? That’s crap." It’s Little Jimmy Morrison, Absolutely Live. It sounds more whimsical on the record.
favourite person to laugh at? Mark Lamarr. Well, laugh with, really. I laugh at myself quite frequently, too.
favourite person to hate? Russell Crowe.
favourite friend? the Princess: Natasha.
favourite outfit? My Ireland rugby shirt and Levis combo.
favourite shoes? black and white adidas trainers.
favourite body part on yourself? Brain.
favourite body part on the opposite sex? Hmmm. Eyes, I guess.
favourite thing about you? My stunning personality.
favourite day of the week? Tuesday
favourite holiday? Christmas I guess.
favourite time of the day? 2am
favourite time to shower? I prefer a bath, but I don't have one here in Lancaster. In the morning, I guess, to wake me up.
favourite feeling? Good humour.
favourite emotion? Well, happiness, I guess.
favourite thing to do when you're bored? Nothing.
favourite thing to do when you're mad? Ah, I have a list of things to do because I'm not someone who should lose her temper (it's really bad). So really, listen to Dean Martin to calm me down. And shouting is good.
favourite thing to do when you're hyper? Bounce.
favourite animal? Sabre-toothed tiger.
favourite type of accent? Irish, of course! North, South, I don't care.
favourite store? HMV. Anywhere I can buy music and videos. And Tiffany’s.
favourite place to hang out? Natasha's.
favourite talk show? Don't like them much. Liked Leno and Conan when I was in America.
favourite sandwich? Meatballs and onions.
favourite brand of cigarette? Hate cigarettes.
favourite type of drugs? None.
favourite dream? Ones with my friend.
favourite way to listen to music? On my walkman, walking along.
favourite thing in the whole world? Music.
I think I've got over my worrying Labyrinth problem. I sat and listened to some Spandex Dave before bed last night and felt better. Tried watching The Brit Awards, but it's just so not my scene it's not funny. Switched off when Justin 'Not Michael Jackson' Timberlake and Kylie 'Pop Tart: Best Before 1990' Minogue duetted on my favourite Blondie song- Rapture. Nightmares for me tonight, I'm telling you.
Well, back to my essay. Eventually. Did I mention that I hate work and I hate politics? I mean, why should I bother looking at past American politics- George W Bush certainly doesn't bother.
