about a girl

Okay, so I fucking loved this book.

Probably one of the most over-read and understated works of early British literature. I enjoyed more than I thought I would, and I actually took a lot from the book. There was a lot to learn about impressions and identifying with another human being. It also shows the importance living life to the fullest, but also the weight of regret and wonder.

I love the fact that it’s written to take place over the course of a few hours, and the perspectives of characters are fragmented and interrupted. I will come back to this book again.

The Christening

By Simon Armitage

I am a sperm whale. I carry up to 2.5 tonnes of an oil-­‐like balm in my huge, coffin-­‐shaped head. I have a brain the size of a basketball, and on that basis alone am entitled to my opinions. I am a sperm whale. When I breathe in, the fluid in my head cools to a dense wax and I nosedive into the depths. My song, available on audiocassette and compact disc is a comfort to divorcees, astrologists and those who have ‘pitched the quavering canvas tent of their thoughts on the rim of the dark crater’. The oil in my head is of huge commercial value and has been used by NASA, for even in the galactic emptiness of deep space it does not freeze. I am attracted to the policies of the Green Party on paper but once inside the voting booth my hand is guided by an unseen force. Sometimes I vomit large chunks of ambergris. My brother, Jeff, owns a camping and outdoor clothing shop in the Lake District and is a recreational user of cannabis. Customers who bought books about me also bought Do Whales Have Belly Buttons? by Melvin Berger and street maps of Cardiff. In many ways I have seen it all. I keep no pets. Lying motionless on the surface I am said to be ‘logging’, and ‘lobtailing’ when I turn and offer my great slow fluke to the horizon. Don’t be taken in by the dolphins and their winning smiles, they are the pickpockets of the ocean, the gypsy children of the open waters and they are laughing all the way to Atlantis. On the basis of ‘finders keepers’ I believe the Elgin Marbles should remain the property of the British Crown. I am my own God – why shouldn’t I be? The first people to open me up thought my head was full of sperm, but they were men, and had lived without women for many weeks, and were far from home. Stuff comes blurting out.

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10: Criticism

Not only is criticism flat-out destructive to a relationship, it often doesn’t budge an issue. Most behaviors never change—because most relationship problems are unresolvable. Gottman calculates that 69 percent of all marital problems are immutable, arising from basic personality differences between partners.

9: Lack of Fairness

One irony is that couples that try to slice all responsibilities down the middle wind up the least happy. Research indicates that’s because in trying to be scrupulously fair, they spend all their time measuring, comparing, and arguing over where the dividing line falls.

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Good to know. I think I have single-handedly accomplished and contributed to each and every single one of these ‘reasons.’

I just want to meet someone who likes me, and who won’t fuck me over.
I want to forget all the terrible things I have been told about myself.
I want to fall in love.
I really want to be appreciated.

It is now four in the morning, and I feel physically sick. I have 700 more words to type on botany, and there is literally nothing else to say.
I cherish you nature, but your not that deep and it is more than a little challenging to write about your “soul” in modern literature and in comparison to Mrs. Dalloway’s soul.

Oh, I can’t wait to leave for work in 3 and a half hours!

If there is a boy out there who knows anything about The Waste Land and can understand it, and appreciate it for what it is, he should just marry me already.

If you are out there, you are my soul mate.

Uh. When I say no distractions because I have a research paper to write, that means literally get out of my head, boy.