And I will kiss until my lips no longer feel no more,

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 11:28:31 GMT

Home this evening. University computers find time to agree with me, but my brain is tired and my eyes hurt from trying to scramble around websites looking for book prices.

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 20:21:23 GMT

VICTORY IS OURS.
UP YOURS, ICELAND.

Points to those who cotton on.

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 19:17:46 GMT

'Scots, wha hae wi' McFadden bled,
Scots, wham Burly has aften led,
Welcome tae your gory bed,
Or tae Victorie!

'Now's the day, and now's the hour:
See the front o' battle lour,
See approach proud Ólafur Davíð Jóhannesson's power -
Chains and Slaverie!

'Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha will fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!

'Wha, for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or Freeman fa',
Let him on wi' me!

'By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

'Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow! -
Let us do or dee!'

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 19:10:10 GMT

ICELAND - PREPARE TO BE ANNIHILATED. THE TARTAN ARMY'S GONNAE EAT YEH.

WE'RE WIIIINNING, WE'RE WIIIINING.

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 19:28:28 GMT

Posting my first substansial entry in a loooong time, but it's a big occasion, I should mark it.

It's only taken me about a decade (possibly more) to get to the point where I'm going to do Law. I signed up to get emailed results between 8am and 9am, but at half seven my alarm woke me and I was too scared to do it. Both because I was scared of going to university and because, if I failed, then I had failed. I'm nervous about going to university but Christ, there's no inch of me that thinks this is wrong, or that I've made some sort of mistake. Apart from my brief daliance with medical school/forensic science ideas, I know this is what I want. And I actually believe I'd be good at it. I know I'll enjoy it and I want to enjoy it. This is the last step before I'm a complete adult, which is weird, but, hot damn. I'm a university student. No more, "I'm only at college/only doing more Highers/I fucked up last year so here I am again." No more, "I hope to go to university and study law." Here I am, a baby lawyer.

As I am currently telling mine Author dans l'AIM, I'm excited about going tomorrow to buy binders and notepads, and a new book bag. It had to be massive. I'll get colourful binders. Idk how many I'll need but I'm going all out.

The course only has 55 places and I am one of them. I glee. I'm just so fucking glad to be doing this, finally.

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 09:38:51 GMT

I PASSED EXAMS.
I AM GOING TO UNIVERSITY.
TO DO LAW.
THANK YOU, GOD.

sheep

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 18:46:13 GMT

adopt your own virtual pet!

chick

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 18:45:04 GMT

adopt your own virtual pet!

Dear Office,

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 23:33:21 GMT

Pricing these shoes at £70?

Torture.

Bringing them out in six colours of which I desire five (that fleshy pink is quite disgusting).

Yours,
A Deeply Tortured Analyst

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Now playing: Staind - Fade
http://foxytunes.com/artist/staind/track/fade

Fri, 30 May 2008 10:41:47 GMT

Two minutes to update but:

Chemistry was not as bad as I thought it would have been. I'm thinking I might just have actually passed.

Calculations were a bitch and I guessed them all but y'never know.

Leaving now as grandparents await.

However:

EXAMS. ARE. OVER.

Thank fuck.

Thu, 29 May 2008 19:41:54 GMT

So in the car to Glasgow today I was reading notes aloud to mother on Common Fisheries Policy in the EU. The Minister for Fishiers (and agriculture and rural development) from 1995 to 2004 was an Austrian gentleman named Franz Fischler, which mother finds hilarious.

Later!
Mother: Did that Fischler guy come up in your exam?
Analyst: No! I was gutted. :(

I realised what I had said as soon as she started laughing and then that was us for the next ten minutes.

In conclusion? If nothing else, my mummy finds me funny.

Thu, 22 May 2008 14:43:33 GMT

NO MORE
PHILOSOPHY
FOR THE REST
OF MY LIFE.
EVER.
EVER.

All in all I think I did well. If I don't get an A I will sue the SQA because I took up a booklet of about sixteen sides of lined paper plus another nine and a half in a second. And I rambled and rambled and RECALLED BOTH THE. FUCKING. ENTIRE. ONTOLOGICAL AND CAUSAL ARGUMENTS FOR DESCARTES. I DID ONTOLOGICAL TWICE. And I quothed ye olde geezers, both Messers Bentham and Mill.

LYSANDER: Remind me on Tuesday evening I have my Modern Studies NABs to be doing please?

BRAT: I remember the CHC!

I'm quite relieved, really. Total studying for this exam was from 9am this morning to 12pm today. Like, in the run up, and not just for NABs. If I get an A I will be laughing all my way into university. It's one of those things like sociology where it all just stuck, theory wise, and all I needed to print in my memory was the strengths and weaknesses.

Et. My hand is broken. But, y'know, I wouldn't be getting cocky about it if I didn't have reason. I guess! I went straight to my teacher and babbled to her and she seems quite pleased with what I was giving to my answers.

Although in previous papers, for moral philosophy, you get an example, say wee Jimmy wants to jump the train, but should he?! Apply Kantian theory or Utilitarianism with a side of Rule. No example given, just: "Discuss the contributions of Bentham and Mill to Utilitarian theory." for 30 marks.

Also managed to put Gallileo's imprisonment into my Descartes essay. And call Mill an elitist. And Bentham naive. And probably implied heavily that A.J. Ayer was a tool, but he is quite cool:

At a party that same year held by fashion designer Fernando Sanchez, Ayer, then 77, confronted Mike Tyson harassing the (then little-known) model Naomi Campbell. When Ayer demanded that Tyson stop, the boxer said: "Do you know who the fuck I am? I'm the heavyweight champion of the world," to which Ayer replied: "And I am the former Wykeham Professor of Logic. We are both pre-eminent in our field. I suggest that we talk about this like rational men".[3] Ayer and Tyson then began to talk, while Naomi Campbell slipped out.

Stole'd from Wikipedia.

And I am going now so I can go and have a nice lovely coffee.

Wed, 21 May 2008 22:54:01 GMT

IT HAS USEFULNESS.

I can keep tabs on all of you with my phone. 8]

GMT:

Fri, 16 May 2008 23:34:06 GMT

Happy Birthday, Analyst. You can now do the following:

- Vote.
- Purchase alcohol.
- Purchase cigarettes.
- Open up a credit card.
- Open up a store card.
- View adult content on LJ. (Someone link me so I can try it out for the shits and giggles?)
- Get an overdraft.
- Get credit for a car.
- Be classified as an adult on easyjet.com.
- Buy knives?
- Idk, something else?

It's kind of worrying that I can sum that up by saying I can have a legal addiction or debt with the odd, completely useless vote thrown in. On that note! How scary is it to look at your government and realise you have no control over them, whatsoever?

Fri, 16 May 2008 10:54:24 GMT

Omg wtf!

I had completely forgotten about him. XD Haven't seen him in about a year, maybe two, but damn. I had no idea he was such a celebrity!

ANYWAY WEEGIE COMMUNITES MAKE ME HAPPY.

Writer's Block: Step into My Closet

Thu, 08 May 2008 08:38:11 GMT

How many pair of shoes do you have? Out of those pairs, how many do you wear more than a few times a year?

View 501 Answers

Just. Waking up to this question killed me. Here goes. XD

Since a very young age I have had a Thing about shoes. My second job ever was in a shoe shop and my current job is in a shoe shop. Analyst has many, many shoes. She has no idea how many, but she figures it would take a hell of a long time to count them.

The most-used pair are of course my Coverse Allstars with the strawberry and melons over gingham pattern, in red. Converse have been my choice of shoe for about three, maybe four years now? Iirc I have had a pink pair, a pair I ordered online that I thought were black with a pink tongue but were actually chocolate brown upper and a pink tongue, then my second pink pair and my current. They're getting on in their years but, despite a compulsory layer of dirt to indicate the depth of our relationship, they're doing good.

Second most worn, for this year, which I'll include October 2007 onwards in, as it launched a new era in shoe-wearing for me, would be my flat, below-the-knee high boots. I wore them to college and also to work, because they were comfortable and went great over skinny jeans.

The third would probably be my black knee-highs with stilettos I got in sale in Dolcis, plus my 25% discount. Originally £50/$100 dollars, I got them for £22.00 (maybe some odd pennies in there?)/$44.00. They were popular. They were relatively comfortable. I could wear them over skinnies.

Now, I'll go into the new Era. I only ever wore high heels outside if I was going somewhere, but suddenly I had my Mary Jane patents with the ribbon tie, short, chunky heel. Comfortable heels. I could wear them for a four hour stretch on my feet in work, so I could last a day in the world. I have worn them so many times this year they need to be re-heeled.

I got a pair of black patents with a banana heel and a gold trim around the top of the heel, very 80's, very comfortable when I tried them on. Actually quite painful after half an hour, but reserved for job interview mostly.

My favourite going-somewhere-less-than-casual shoes were a Dolcis bestseller. Black satin peep-toe with a bow on the outside of your foot by the toe. Very sexy shoes, they heralded a transformation. However, the way they were made resulted in a small gap forming at the back of the heel, which made for a poor fit. Going a size down just hurt. I noticed it on a few customers and explained I had the same problem, so I used insoles or gel insoles. I don't use heelgrips, apart from in a pair of shoes that are a size bigger than I need but the size smaller was too small. But. My black satin heels have only had a couple of outings, but they're brilliant. They have about a half inch platform on the sole, concealed, which is a brilliant cheat.

In Dolcis, for the new store, we launched a Dolcis Boutique range, i.e. we're going to charge you more because we say they are better quality. Now, I don't normally 'do' fake crocodile skin, or even non-fake. These were a dark red, purple shade with a black, well-shaped heel and concealed platform. Starting life at £70 iirc. Sale £35. Sale £30. When I bought a pair of more sensible black heels and ended up with two wrong sizes, post-Dolcis being shut down, I had to go to the last remaining one in Scotland. I exchanged them for the crocodile shoes I had coveted so, and my grandmother bought me a pair of going-out shoes because my brother had been bought a Build-a-Bear. These ones were bestsellers. They came in gold, black or silver. Satin. Two part, with a back to the hell and a strap over the toe, ankle fastenings. A kind of star diamante on the toe. A little bit of sneaky sparkle in the heel. £30 RRP to £15.

The braver I've gotten, the higher heels I want. I've topped New Look's limit with a pair of patent peep-toes. I have a pair of shoes on reserve in work with their highest heel. Kurt Geiger charges too much for me to get shoes from there, but I'd like to see heels that size in other shops.

I do love shoes. After breaking my poor little toe, I had to not wear them for a while. So I started craving them. I find that it is true about high heels making you feel more confident. If I had to run into someone who intimidated me, or I hated, I know I would choose to wear high heels for it. Heels and a pencil skirt. I've always been girly, but various levels of insecurity kept me from going out in heels and skirts on a day-to-day basis. But I am eighteen in nine days (homg wtf I'm old.) so, I'm "mature", aren't I? I'ma be a law student. Bring on the high heels and dying in them in Australia because it's so damn warm.

In this month I have purchased one pair of shoes, because I had vouchers to get money off that needed to be used. Wedges with a straw effect around them, platform sole, white canvas slingbacks with a little Mary Jane strap over the foot. I want a pair of brogues in my work and my aunt is getting me them for my birthday, so I just need to get them myself and give her back the money, for which I need my new bank card.

I've been rather well behaved, I would say. But if I ever get lost in a shop, there's a very good chance I'll be re-located at the shoe section.

I should photograph my favourite shoes and update with them for times of HOMG CRISIS!!11!!!1!? when Idk what ones to wear. A catalogue! :D

Snagged from Digifaith.

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 10:16:34 GMT

YOUR REPORT CARD:
Category	Grade
Love	A+
Friends and Family	B
Body	C
Mind	A
Finance / Career	B
Your Life's Average Grade: B
'What is your Life Grade?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 11:33:25 GMT

Systolic and diastolic blood pressures can be measured using a sphygmomanometer.

Screw you, Human Biology. No wai :|||||||||||

Dear Analyst,

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 11:23:09 GMT

Please at least pretend to do the following

Today
- 1 Human Biology past paper.
- HUMAN BIOLOGY PPA OR FAIL COURSE.
- ~~Orangise drawers and bag full of notes.~~
- Read Human Biology notes.
- Maybe start writing Modern Studies notes under possible exam questions.

Tomorrow
- Mods notes, if have not done.
- Philosophy notes re-written and condensed.
- Note out in bullet points all the printed notes on London.
- Write out some key quotes of Romeo and Juliet
- That PPA; I know you will not have done it.

Thursday
- Handwrite Chemistry notes from small textbook.
- Read over printed class notes.
- Highlight printed class notes.
- Do a Chemistry past paper.
- ChemChemChem.

Friday
- That Chem past paper you likely did not do.
- Anything else you did not do.
- Highlight Human Biology notes.
- Read over English notes for Havisham and Valentine.
- Read over Romeo and Juliet notes - start to organise quotes and techiques by possible exam questions.
- That sodding PPA.

Memely meme.

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 23:14:02 GMT

IF YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 29 things about you! I don't care if we've never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. Just fill it out!

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Gender:
3. Age:
4. Single or Taken:
5. Favorite Movie:
6. Favorite Song or Album:
7. Favorite Band/Artist:
8. Dirty or Clean:
9. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
10. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
11. What's your philosophy on life?
12. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
13. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
14. What is your favorite memory of us?
15. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
16. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
17. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - what are they?
18. Can we get together and bake a cake?
19. Which country is your spiritual home?
20. What is your big weakness?
21. Do you think I'm a good person?
22. What was your best/favorite subject at school?
23. Describe your accent:
24. If you could change anything about me, would you?
25. What do you wear to sleep?
26. Trousers or skirts?
27. Cigarettes or alcohol?
28. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
29. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

halp

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 12:13:44 GMT

The hard drive of this computer is growling like an angry, hungry beast. And all I'm doing is reading thinkpositive30. I am guessing it is having a Bad Day.

Someone up there loves me.

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 09:56:39 GMT

Turns out that Monday the 5th of May is a college holiday.

And Parkway Drive is Sunday 4th of April.

Score!

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 21:00:30 GMT

I really, really, really hate typing with my stupidly long nails.

I'm sure I have a picture somewhere of my nails prior to October when I finally quit biting them, but fuck do I miss the simplicity of typing. Idk why but flat keys on the laptop are particularly hard.

Memo to whole fucking world:

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 02:03:00 GMT

OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: I am now dating Lysander. Yes. ohsnikt. Now be attacked by eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and the big grown up Analyst acting like she's twelve!

ETA:AND WITHOUT LEIA IT WOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED. ♥

Storage!

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 00:28:43 GMT

MacGregor's Gathering by Sir Walter Scott.

My Native Land

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

Sir Walter Scott

Patriotism 2, Sir Walter Scott.