Thoughts of an Anarchist

Voltaire.

No, not the philosopher. The musician. The amazing ‘Gothic Renaissance Man with a gypsy pirate band’, who does such lovely animation and music.

My favourites? Zombie Prostitute (’She was a rotten kind of cute…’), When You’re Evil (’To the gentlemen I’m Miss Fortune, to the ladies I’m Sir Prise’), The Vampire Club (’Fangs were flying, capes were torn; Hell hath no fury like a vampire scorned,’), God Thinks (which is weirdly serious for him, beautifully satirical of every extremist group ever, and contains the line ‘God thinks there was something very wrong with Copernicus…’) and Cannibal Buffet (’We cannibals always say grace… then we eat your face!’). Ah, genius.

There are some lovely tracks up on his myspace, here, if you’re interested and don’t know him. And his animation is awesome. Ah, Voltaire. He’s a wee bit geeky and a wee bit nuts and I think that’s another reason why I like his stuff so much.

I have a rant on Why Feminism Is Not A Bad Thing saved somewhere, but not finished. Watch this space.

Abs x

‘Hallo, Eeyore,’ said Christopher Robin, as he opened the door and came out. ‘How are you?’

‘It’s snowing still,’ said Eeyore gloomily.

‘So it is.’

‘And freezing.’

‘Is it?’

‘Yes,’ said Eeyore. ‘However,’ he said, brightening up a little, ‘we haven’t had an earthquake lately.’
 

I understand why they’re useful, I understand why it’s recommended that people should use them, I understand that they are helpful to some people and I understand that in exams we are even given time to plan.

But having said that, I loathe using them.

I hate having to plan out what I’m going to write, hate having to go through and spill it all out, hate having to organise it. Generally, I get by and get some pretty good marks, and stuff essay plans.

However, this does not seem likely to continue to A Level, as my Lit teacher today ordered me to start using essay plans.

I will do as she says and see if it helps.

Regardless. Aaaaaaargh.

Right, in response to a recent blog about time, no, there is not enough time. There is simply not enough time in the day to do anything.

I get up at 6:30, I go to bed about 11:30, and there is still not enough time in the day to do anything. Partially, I blame procrastination. But considering there’s 17 hours in the day still, I think I should probably be able to fit an hour’s procrastination in. I have homework, I have cooking, I have (few) chores, I have college. That’s not that much to do. But when you add in SEEING YOUR FRIENDS AND BOYFRIEND ONCE IN A WHILE - something I don’t think is that unreasonable - and having sleep, then all of a sudden it becomes utterly ridiculous. And at the moment it’s the one thing that’s driving me bonkers because of the stress it causes, which in turn causes lack of sleep, which causes tiredness, which causes less time to do things, and oh my god it’s a vicious circle that will surely never end! We are all trapped in it and we can’t admit it to ourselves because we don’t have the time to!

I really do think that’s why people go insane. Because there is not enough time.

This is, of course, neither a reasonable nor well thought out argument. It is a rant, and meant to be taken as such. I would be happy to extend it further at some point, but it seems unlikely.

Because I won’t have enough time.