Sunday, March 05, 2006

lets just invite a lynching
The problem with finishing an essay at 2.00pm the day before it's due is...
it does absolutely nothing for your self motivation and you feel tempted to read Chaucer rather than work.

12 Comments:

Blogger Juliet Evans said...

At least you have finished the essay! This is good news. Which one was it, the sonnets? Surely if you have finished the essay you can allow yourself a bit of Chaucer...

7:53 AM  
Blogger pseudo bohemian loser said...

No, history. Compare labour unrest and Trade Unions. Grammar is more important than Chaucer, I suspect.

8:09 AM  
Blogger pseudo bohemian loser said...

hang on, compare labour unrest (ie. TUs) and Suffragettes. That makes more sense. Larkin appeared briefly in para two.

8:10 AM  
Blogger Juliet Evans said...

Oh, the rebellions of the Glorious Proleteriat. I suppose your teachers are used to things like Larkin popping up in your history essays (unless of course he had a legitimate reason to be there, these are things about which I know very little...)

Pfft to grammar.

8:19 AM  
Blogger pseudo bohemian loser said...

Quixote pops up in my history essays. Jim Larkin not Philip, Trade Union leader, led glorious transport strike of '13.

8:30 AM  
Blogger Juliet Evans said...

Hurrah for glorious transport strike! Too many Larkins.

8:34 AM  
Blogger pseudo bohemian loser said...

Have sent you my appalling serial killer story.
Jim Larkin was wonderful, and Irish and is much admired in Dublin because of the Transport Strike, which made the glorious revolution possible.
Have actually finished grammar. How odd.

8:39 AM  
Blogger Juliet Evans said...

Finishing grammar is good. Interesting that the irish choose for their hero a lazy train driver... :p Ah well. Glorious Transport Revolutions beckon! Throw off the hydraulic brakes of oppression!

I shall go and read the serial killer story. Am sure it is not hoorible.

8:41 AM  
Blogger pseudo bohemian loser said...

He never drove trains, he was just in charge of the unions, who were being Glorious. Do form some views on the story, if you can bear.

9:54 AM  
Blogger zazzi said...

Muchmuch worry about brewing communist uprising on your blog, PBL.
Have not much to say, except grammar is good and nice and pretty, and that I have done no homework at all this weekend, which is entirely not good...
xxx

9:55 AM  
Blogger Juliet Evans said...

I think it rather bad form to be in charge of the Glorious Transport Union if you have never drien a train... the Apalling Story is not apalling at all, although it is highly amusing. And he tears up an Easton Ellis, this is a sure sign of a psychopath! As is the strange fixation on tea/syllables/terms of endearment/shiny things. Very sympathetic murderer cahracter. I think my parents are concerned by my maddened giggling...

10:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous Webster said...

Ok, it's now clear I'm messing around on the internet as a way of avoiding my essay on Paz.

Still, could you send me a copy of the apparently Apalling Story?

Sounded interesting from what you've told me.

8:02 PM  

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