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driving instructor had me doing loops of the roads near my old secondary school and sixth form, which naturally led to her saying 'oh yeah, someone in your year was arrested for murder'. i vividly remember sitting next to him in ethics class while discussing the trolley problem. even still have my gcse triple science class photo with him in. top five pieces of tsas lore methinks

rereading yet another book about unhealthy homoerotic obsession to get me through these trying times. have to do an intensive driving course this week because so many environment jobs demand a driver's license. not happy about it

going to take a break from this and return later. not in the right mood for dostoevsky at the moment and it is hindering me

barry lynch single-handedly proving that eli spent the past ten years thinking about victor, just as victor spent that time thinking about eli. that man had no reason to know who victor was, or what his power was, and yet was able to identify him instantly. they are so obsessed with each other

got offered a big boy job 👍 will get paid to tell people reform are lying to them about energy and be able to mitigate big oil somewhat. not my dream job but a year as a community engagement officer sets me up so well for local government work and, ultimately, unep.

desperate times (reading slump) call for desperate measures (emergency vicious reread)

kell costume is officially underway. got a red blazer off vinted for a fiver, going to collect it today, and then the kell edits (gold thread) will begin. in eleven days time i will be the coolest guy in the city of york. tboy kell maresh is real and he can hurt you

need to try and find some horror books to read now that halloween is approaching, but i don't have any unread ones on my bookshelf at the moment and am not in the mood for an ebook. so in the meantime, going to reread this, because i want to be able to write a proper review. it deserves it

planning has begun for a kell halloween costume. all i need is a red coat, some gold thread (and to learn to embroider), a black contact lens, and a stone. and to convince my friends that we need a fancy dress pub crawl for our first full capacity reuinion since june. i've wanted to do this for years and i will be damned if i don't manage it at least once

i am so confused !! i know that that is the point and this book isn't really supposed to make sense. but still. i am so confused. and it is not a sensation that i experience often or particularly enjoy

wikihow to stop feeling exhausted 24/7 (thought the sertraline 100mg had fixed my constant fatigue somewhat. it seems i was wrong)

feeling in a bit of a reading slump. might just be that i haven't found the time to just sit and read for more than fifteen minutes at a time. not in my element

there's an indie bookshop in norwich that sells paperback classics for £3.99 each (and hardbacks for £10.99 each), so i decided to pick this up this morning, as i have a student who wants lessons on macbeth but i haven't actually read it for five and a half years. back in my gcses days. it makes a lot more sense when you're not fifteen, i have to say

'lucas rarely drank anything. when he did, he became a clinical parody of himself, swinging helplessly between elation and depression' can confirm this is what happens when i drink. massively cut down on my alcohol intake after second year and now a couple shots is all it takes to get to the depression/elation precipice

one of my tuition students is in year nine, and im planning on assigning 'homework' that is just to try and read a chapter or two of a book each day. does anyone have suggestions for books i could recommend that are suitable for thirteen/fourteen year olds? i dont know what's popular amongst young people at the moment and have very few books i can recommend to someone that age in good conscience

completely unrelated to the book. sitting on the sofa thinking about vampires (friends made me watched blade last night. vampirism is on my mind) and had the delightful thought of a world in which sabine could meet astrid dane. sabine would enjoy a bone floor and astrid cutting a man's lips off. and i think they could be utterly awful together

working my way through this rather slowly, partly because i have been rather busy the past few days but mostly because the content makes this a book i do not want to rush through. very important but also incredibly harrowing at times

finally going to finish this today. but first. must meet up with the kayaker who desires me . at spoons, no less. to determine whether or not he is worthy

the plot has picked up a little now, but the characters. i am a character-driven reader. i want to be able to pick apart a character's beliefs and motivations and little ideosyncracies. i care a lot about plot, of course, but i struggle to care about the plot and grow curious when the characters are one-dimensional. and, well, there is potential for intrigue, but nobody lives up to it. at least not yet

there was another woman. however her fifty pages of existence could be summed up with 'she lived. she served cunt. she died'. could have been a rather fascinating character, but alas. it was not to be.

there's a sweet little speech from kuni about respecting women, and yet there are only two named female characters so far: an old tavern owner who has had maybe five lines of dialogue, and kuni's wife who has had precious little page time on account of being pregnant. ken, you can do better than this. surely you can do better than this.

enjoying the concept of this book but it is difficult to immerse myself in when it keeps jumping between perspectives. if it were just a handful of characters, fair enough, but there have been at least seven povs (not counting the gods) in less than two hundred pages. which means there isnt enough time to really get to know the characters or begin to care about them. plus the random mid-chapter pov switches.

finished writing the first draft of the first chapter of my novel. turned three a4 pages of outline into almost twenty a5 pages of vague words. beginning to think that drafting by hand was not my finest idea but i refuse to turn back now

mata seems like he could be a character i grow fond of. however. eight feet tall ???

i think a kayaker is trying to ask me out on a date. or maybe he just really wants to drink whiskey. uncertain

it has been a while since i last delved into a new (to me) fantasy series, and this one has been on my shelf for a few months now. i have high hopes

i could write essays on richard's guilt. the crime and punishment reference + the way it weighs so heavily on his conscience when he was only passively involved in bunny's murder. 'fear for our own lives might have induced us to lead him to the gallows' when he had no connection to the farmer's death whatsoever. he imagined himself as having a more significant role than he did, and it ruined him

id forgotten how miserable hangovers are. fuck me.

lovely little thunderstorm going on right now and the lighting is incredibly clear (havent had such a good view of it since the solstice in the dales. which was kind of like being at francis' house in the country except we ate frozen pizza and watched hot fuzz and ran through the moors instead of doing rich kid things). fighting the urge to stand in the garden in shorts and t shirt and embrace the rain

just remembered the music video for the original version of hurricane laughter by fontaines dc. grian chatten looks almost exactly how i picture richard in that video and it is almost eerie