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26 January 2010 @ 10:30 pm

Long time, no type. How are y'all doing?

Since exams, the House of Testosterone has been relatively quiet. Slutdog Billionaire has been constantly whining, managed to pull down a double mattress and a clothes dryer simultaneously yesterday (?!) and is still treating me like the pleb of the house just because of my high oestrogen levels. Ugh, discriminatory Slutdog.

Exams went well for the most part - I have the post-exams jitters, obv., but that's only natural. It's also dawned on me that I've pretty much completed a quarter of my degree.

Scary times, non?

I also started back at the orifice last Thursday, and have already managed to break my login to the massive database we use, as well as accidentally deleting a few people from an online network I help manage. Oh well, I doubt they'll notice.

In other news, I got a new bit of metal in my ear this afternoon. 13th piercing, and probably the 9th I've gotten out of sheer boredom. It's a rook piercing, if anyone's interested - it looks gorgeous, if not slightly retarded, as the stupid piercist decided to give me an extra long bar "to allow for swelling".

It basically looks as though someone's put a pipe through my cartilage.

Bring on the 10 week changeover.

Love and other indoor sports,

Rosi xx

Tags: house of testosterone, life, personal, university, work

Current Location: Cardiff, Wales

Current Mood:

sore

Current Music: The 59th Street Bridge Song - Simon & Garfunkel

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15 January 2010 @ 07:20 pm

all night long

My mind is full of concepts.

Social theory concepts.

Anomie. Altruism vs fatalism. The sacred and the profane. Totemism. Relative net fettering. Dominant ideology thesis.

Oh, and a couple of research methods concepts are still rattling around up there.

On top of this, Gender Relations is trying to fight its way through. Feminism, I love you, truly I do, but all the tables are booked at the moment. Wait your turn.

Whose stupid idea was it to schedule a 50% exam two days after a 40% exam? Seriously? My brain can only handle so much, and that's not a lot.

I've always approached revision in the same way - dedicating a good week to each subject before its exam, and prioritising work before any social events. However, this has completely fucked my plans up - I'm left to cram as much revision time as I can into the space of a few weeks (thanks essays), and I'm not sure it's going to be enough.

UGH. Anyone fancy being me on Monday and Wednesday next week? All you need is a Cher wig and a blue coat.

Rosi xx

Tags: university

Current Location: Cardiff, Wales

Current Mood:

stressed

Current Music: All Night Long - Nancy Wilson

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10 January 2010 @ 09:51 am

get a shiver in the dark

Exam period is upon us.

For the House of Testosterone, this means slobbing out in front of the TV watching whatever 90's treats Sky Movies is offering us, while balancing textbooks on laps and pretending to do work (actually watching Rick Moranis shrink and simultaneously blow up his offspring).

To top this off, I seem to have either sprained or lightly fractured my wrist after the dog and I took a comedy tumble on ice yesterday morning. I'm guessing it's sprained, because I can still type, but it really, really fucking hurts. I look like I'm permanantly doing the robot dance .

First exam is tomorrow - Social Research Methods - and I'm shit scared. Yes, it's only 10%, and yes, it's multiple choice, but it's still easily the hardest exam I had last year. Those aren't standard multiple choice questions, oh no. All the answers fit the question, so it's truly a case of guessing/always answering B.

At least with essay-based exams, you can kind of bullshit around the topic if you don't know exactly what's going on.

Ugh, Social Science, why must you mock me so?

Rosi xx

Tags: dog, procrastination, university

Current Location: Cardiff, Wales

Current Mood: working

Current Music: Sultans of Swing - Dire Straits

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07 January 2010 @ 08:17 pm

dave breaks the record down to the bone

I am no longer the only bitch in the household, no sirree.

As of yesterday, at about half 2 in the afternoon, the House of Testosterone purchased...... a dog.

A chocolate Labrador/Staffordshire Terrier called Bella.

Want to see?

Ain't she a beaut? She's so gentle too - I'm really not a dog lover (cats forever, yo), but she's almost converted me. Almost.

Good for snuggles too.

I need a lot of those right now, I'm supremely retarded for reasons I shan't disclose right now.

More later (check out my resolution, rubyflanigan ! Ohhhh yeah, homegirl's blogging!), I'm off to hug a dog.

Love and other indoor sports,

Rosi xx

Tags: dog, house of testosterone, university

Current Location: Cardiff, Wales

Current Mood:

drained

Current Music: Ladyflash - The Go! Team

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01 January 2010 @ 01:15 pm

the beginning of the twist

2010 Resolutions

Update this at least once a week. Wish me luck...
Start roller derbying in Cardiff
Relearn piano
Keep a diary in my bag and regularly keep it, so when someone asks me what I'm doing on a particular day, I don't go "umm....ummm......let me get back to you" and never actually do.
Cut back on Pepsi Max.

Wish me luck, yo.

Also.... HAPPY 2010! I started the year as I mean to go on, which basically means I saw in the decade with 3 of my friends in a fourway tit rub.

Get your aspirin out.

Rosi xx

Tags: friends, holiday, home

Current Location: Southampton, England

Current Mood:

hopeful

Current Music: Beginning of the Twist - Futureheads

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23 December 2009 @ 09:43 am

the weather outside is frightful

I'm snowed in.

It was bound to happen at some point, I'm staying at PDawg's in the New Forest and the hills are like small icy mountains.

However, I'm not snowed in there.

Nor am I snowed in at my Dad's new house, with its luxury of central heating and *shock gasp horror* Sky HD.

Nope, I stupidly left that high-definition haven this morning to, in the immortal words of Olivia Newton-John, "get physical" at the gym at crazy o'clock.

And now I'm stuck in the icy carpark, with failing brakes, and I'm shit scared to even go outside.

I hate snow. Mother Nature, if you're by any fucking miracle reading this journal, can you clear it all away so I can go home and finish my last essay?

Oh, and can you fix my brakes while you're at it?

Cheers darl. Love what you've done with the place, by the way, although could you possibly do something about global warming too?

Rosi xx

Tags: home, weather

Current Location: Southampton, England

Current Mood:

pessimistic

Current Music: Scratchy Radio 2.

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21 December 2009 @ 10:42 am

let love be your energy

I'm back home and kicking ass.

Two essays DONE.

The last essay, a beast of an assignment with the ever-so-specific title of "Pick an area of race and ethnicity and write about it", is getting started today, alongside regular gym visits and a bit of money-earning by doing chores around the house for my mama.

I'm shit scared about exams in January though, I have the feeling I know pretty much NOTHING, or everything I learnt last year has somehow seeped out of my brain. Like when you overfill a cake tin and the batter spills out over the sides.

That's what's happened with my brain, except instead of cake batter, it's useful facts about quantitative research.

I wonder what flavour that'd be. I reckon it'd personally taste of death.

Rosi xx

PS - Sad to hear about Brittany Murphy, although it's even sadder that her talent's only being recognised after her passing. I was a staunch Murphy supporter since the beloved 'Clueless', and someone said I looked like her the other day too (I get likened to a LOT of brunette celebrities, none of which I actually look like, so I'll leave that one up to debate). Lesson learned? Don't combine drugs with a suspected eating disorder. It's way too sad.

Tags: celebrities, home, uni

Current Location: Southampton, England

Current Mood:

nervous

Current Music: Let Love Be Your Energy - Robbie Williams

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01 December 2009 @ 05:39 pm

shake it, wild thing.

I suck.

Let's just make that clear.

I've been so busy doing everything, that I've forgotten to update my space on the interwebz about doing everything.

Let's rectify that now, yeah? Yeah.

Work's getting on top of me again. Lectures, seminars, meetings, essays, exams, readings, dissertations, definitions, theories, concepts, perspectives, narratives, wordswordswordswordswords. It's all too much, I sorely need a break. Oh, hello Christmas.

On top of the academic hellhole that is university (can someone explain to me why the fuck I'm so eager to do a postgrad? Really?), I have work and office issues to contest with, as well as personal life (slowly driving me to insanity).

I need a break. I haven't had a break (read - gone home to the bantery South) in near on 3 months, and it's been far too long.

I miss my mum. My mum, who has a magical power over any red-blooded male who comes into her vicinity, who has a tendency to overanalyse how I'm feeling about anything and turn it into a micro-study on behavioural therapy, and who can reduce me to a 5 year old again with one disapproving look. You don't even want to see the facial expressions she conjured up when I started smoking, I'm surprised the broad doesn't have epic crows' feet by now - but even if she did, every guy I know would still fancy her. Gross.

Week to go, and I'll be living it up dahn Sahf, I need hugs and banter from my mum/Big Mama/Phil/P-Dawg.

I can't fucking wait!

Rosi xx

Tags: family, uni, work

Current Location: Cardiff, Wales

Current Mood:

nostalgic

Current Music: Cats In The Cradle - Ugly Kid Joe

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15 November 2009 @ 09:59 pm

the king of the divan

Hello.

First off, apologies must be made for the break in journalising. I've been so fucking busy with university work, but halle-freakin-lujah, it's all done (until tomorrow).

Secondly, I've gotten really into fashion. Again. This is a colossal problem, mainly because I have no money. And yet, my subconscious somehow thinks that yes, reading Vogue and browsing Net-A-Porter, clawing the screen, purring at frickin' stunning dresses and crying when I realise I'm a fucking poor student, is a suitable way to spend my time.

What the fuck has happened?

Can someone drill some sense into me? Somehow tell me that no, it is not a good idea to buy what's essentially a piece of cotton modelled on an anorexic with the body of an undernourished teenage boy, and that said piece of cotton will not flatteringly suit a 5 foot 11 curvy girl with size 8 feet and an equally big mouth?

In other news, I've gotten back into Prefab Sprout. This is a good thing, but good enough to make up for fashion? Probably not.

Eternally yours in velvet fuckin' swatches.

Rosi xx

Tags: fashion, shopping, uni

Current Location: Cardiff, Wales

Current Music: Ca Plane Pour Moi - Plastic Bertrand

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16 September 2009 @ 09:21 pm

Introduction

Hello.

My name's Rosi, I'm 21 and I like music.

When I was a chubby, demanding toddler, my father would spin LPs of King Crimson, Motorhead, Joni Mitchell, Led Zeppelin, Blondie and Joan Armatrading to calm me down.

My mother used to dance in the kitchen with me to Paul Simon and Van Morrison while making late 80's health-food delicacies such as bulgar wheat salad with sundried tomatoes and homemade yoghurt in an attempt to get me to eat healthy. I had a stash of Pop Tarts, I was alright.

I love music and detest grain-based salads as a result of this.

I also fucking love Gossip Girl. I live in a house with three boys, I need all the oestrogen I can get.

So yeah, that's me. How are you doing?

Rosi x

Tags: introduction, personal

Current Location: Cardiff, Wales

Current Mood:

chipper

Current Music: Laid - James

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