In the Garden of Eden

Plan for the day:
Get dressed and go to the shop, buy bread, crisps/chocolate and a smoothie.
Then I am going to come back and watch the new episode of Supernatural ('Swap Meat') after everything is order and I can relax.
I've discovered a new favourite song (:
'In a Gadda Da Vida' by Iron Butterfly:

You only need to watch about five mintues of it though, the song does go on a bit.
I re-watched the episode from the first series of Supernatural, 'Skin' the other day, and I loved how wonderfully this song contrasted with the opening image of the woman bound and bleeding.
They do have some great music on there.

First Week

The first week of lessons is now over. There was no E.H this week, so it was lovely and peaceful, we actually felt like we wanted to be living here. Now he is back and it is back to the usual bubbling bitterness beneath the skin.
Poetry looks brilliant. Weirdly the second year poetry workshop is the same as the third year advanced workshop, but in a way it's kind of cool. Maybe we'll get better feedback from them since they've been studying a bit longer than we have. We basically get to do things how we want to in that lesson, which sounds great. I have to write a poem for next week and then bring a poem I like every third week and discuss it. Looks like I have weekly homework for all three modules.
Dystopias also looks brilliant. We went to see 'The Road' in the cinema because we are studying the book later on. It was so bleak and desolate. At the risk of sounding like a complete twat, I will say that it was very moving. Really sad. It really plays with the fear of death. Not just an individual death but the idea that everything human will die and there will be nothing left of us at all.

Semester B; Demonology

First lesson of semester B today. It was kind of a waste of time, really. It was meant to be an introduction, but we basically got told the same stuff, e.g. 'don't use this text or that, use this blah blah'. The only things we needed from it was the module handbook (which we could have gotten next week as it took about 5 minutes to skim through it) and finding out our seminar groups, again we could have done that in the proper first lecture or been notified by e-mail. I think I'm just annoyed because I had to get up at 8am after 5 hours of frequently interrupted sleep.
I bought a book today. Plato. Although I didn't really buy the book, I bought the symbol; what the book represents (thanks, Baudrillard). I probably wont even read it, although it did look interesting, and because it is second hand from the uni bookshop it already has helpful annotation scribbled on the pages (:
I've been very interested in demonology and ghosts lately, scribbling down all the cool supernatural stories into a notebook, or book of shadows. I've been looking to do something with that book for a while now.
I'm going out tonight, film and pizza at Roisin's house. Exciting, I know. It was that or go out with Charlotte and her drama friends for drinks, which means feeling awkward and waking up feeling like shit at another 8am tomorrow. It should be good, although it's a shame that these people are all so adverse to horror films. Maybe I should take over 'Imprint', tell them it's a romance. They'd love that.

Avon

My housemate, Charlotte has the Devonshire flag in her room, or at least a picture of it; so I was wondering what the ones for Somerset and North Somerset were (I still can't decide where my allegiance lies). Somerset's is a bit of a gay looking dragon prancing about with a mace. Avon/North Somerset doesn't really seem to have a flag, but I did find Avon's coat of arms, which is really cool.
I had my last exam today; I don't think it went too badly, which of course means it probably went horrifically and I've failed.
I was actually happy today. There was no reason for it at all (this was even before I'd taken the exam), I just felt so ecstactically happy; everything seemed so beautiful. I don't know why.

Bitch

E.H. is the biggest twat I have ever known. The enormity of his ego is so vast as to amount to the size of a killer whale, or perhaps even the ocean in which the whale lives. Except nothing can live anywhere near him. Eventually something has to give, and I'm hoping it's his body boken beneath the tires of a large truck.

Thoughts

E.H mentioned something about culling animals earlier (somehow the conversation had gotten on to hunting). It just made me think about how people will try and convince you that wild animals will over-run if we do not hunt/shoott/kill them, but what about us? We are the worst affliction of this earth; our population rates are so high and will keep on increasing, but no one (except horrible dictators) will give you a lecture on how the human race should be culled to prevent the population over-running the planet.

I'm listening to a sociology lecture online; it really instils a sense of utter futility in a listener. It's about post-modernity and how everything we buy/choose/etc is consumerism. Even religion and lifestyle choice is a consumerism. Choosing to buy clothes without brands is also a kind of branding in itself, like saying 'look at me, I refuse to buy brands'. Buying clothes just because you like them is the same. Your clothing says something about you, it's no longer simply practical. We have all become the upper class when it comes to choice.

2010

I planned to go into Bridgwater for New Years, but ended up going to Weston as Jenny was having a sort of gathering at hers. Was quite nice and I finally met Alix's boyfriend after about 3 and a half years.

I'm packing my things up tomorrow (or later today) and going back to Plymouth on Sunday. I haven't done anything this holiday and it has felt like an unusally short one. I haven't even finished reading Frankenstein yet and my exam is on it. Ugh. No revision. No reading. I haven't even been that sociable either.
To be fair I did read Oryx and Crake, but I only finished it because I enjoyed it. And I've done some of my story but it really needs editing and whatnot.

Back to Green House and the Evil Housemate (from now on he will be refferred to as E.H). Not that simply omitting his name conceals his identity. Anyone who knows me will know who I'm talking about, and if he ever found this he would know aswell. Not that that will happen, of course.