klec:
My name is Katniss Everdeen.
“How much are these?” he enquired
“I should head home actually”, I said. “I’m kinda tired”
“Ethan, I’m in love”
HAHAHAAAAA!
How many different actions can depict the same idea?
‘Where capital, management talent, and technology are available and the components are also highly integrated, vertical integration may make sense.’
(Source: loveclaire)
I have a 5 hour split shift today, midday-3pm, 10-midnight, loading in and out for a band playing at the SU. Meaning that I have 7 hours between finishing the first time and needing to be back on campus. Now, as it’s a Sunday, the buses take upwards of 50 minutes to get me home and the buses in the evening only come once an hour and finish at 9:30, meaning that if I miss the last one, I miss the second half of my shift. So naturally I decided to stay on campus and do some work in the library, or furnace as it is today due to the weather.
Less than a fortnight after becoming single (my error completely, can’t complain) and after spending my nights out looking after people rather than on the pull since the incident, I couldn’t really feel much more alone right now if I tried. Nobody I know is on campus, I’m sat here, in my work clothes, dressed like a nonce in a room full of people in deep concentration with their headphones in. Without the confidence to hit on the numerous library babes currently residing here (don’t get me wrong, I can talk to girls, I just don’t have an ‘in’ (or the Dutch Courage) to hit on someone in the library quite yet’).
So the morals of the story? Don’t take split shifts with 7 hour breaks on Sundays and don’t live 8 miles away from your University.
If you use phrases like, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” or “A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.” Or anything else like that, just fucking unfollow me.
I don’t have patience for that bullshit.
WhilstI agree that thinspo is unhealthy, what exactly is the issue with fitspo?
What’s wrong with fitspo? The exact same thing that’s wrong with thinspo. You’re looking at someone else’s body and comparing yours to it when there is absolutely no chance you will ever think you look like they do. It’s impossible. You’re setting yourself up for failure and self-hatred.
On top of the fact that over-exercising is a form of purging, which is often used by women with anorexia and EDNOS who don’t want to throw up or use laxatives.But if you’re aspiring to a healthy body, why is that a bad thing? You’re assuming that everyone who looks at role models and wants to have a body like them will use it negatively. Whilst some people are insecure and do get affected in a negative way, it’s ridiculous to say that all “fitspo” is bad or that everyone who looks at people with fit bodies will develop an eating disorder.
A part of the problem could be the name with the “-spo” suffix which lumps it together with anorexic-looking girls which is usually unhealthy.
My dad just had keyhole surgery on his knee which he fucked up from being into running for the last 10 years. He’s also had to have a muscle removed after injuring it in a quick kick-about. I’ve broken my wrist skateboarding, my brother nearly fractured his skull swimming. Studies have shown that exercise increases your risk of heart disease. Being muscular puts more strain on your heart. Running makes you hot, sweaty, out of breath and tired, the same symptoms as when you have flu.
Exercise is unhealthy, don’t waste money on a gym membership, spend it in the pub instead, you’re much less likely to do yourself an injury.
These are my top 10 albums of 2011, in no particular order.
There are several tracks which deserve to be on here but the rest of the album really didn’t come up to scratch.
Hard-Fi - Fire in the House (Killer Sounds)
Snow Patrol - Called Out in the Dark (Fallen Empires)
Limp Bizkit - Douche Bag (Gold Cobra)
Foster the People - Pumped up Kicks (Torches)
You Me at Six - Loverboy (Sinners Never Sleep)
I also wish I could include a few EPs in this list:
Scars on 45 - Give Me Something
Knife Party - 100% no Modern Talking
Innerpartysystem - Never Be Content
Several weeks ago, a bunch of self righteous, intellectually challenged bellends from my university saw what was happening in Zuchotti Park, Canary Wharf and countless other locations around the western world and decided it would be a good idea to follow suit. Clearly misunderstanding that the root of those protests lay in the fact that they were undertaken by people genuinely deprived of money, jobs and opportunities rather than the protesters being white, middle class daddy’s boys at the fourth best university in the country. Said bellends set up a campsite in the middle of the university, calling themselves Warwick Against The Cuts (later to be known as Occupy Warwick) and have been a subject of great contention ever since.
Gone are the days when hippies got high off acid and pot, these days they’ve moved to naivity and false hope that their idealistic and frankly impractical views on life and government will ever be successfully implemented. Some sort of intervention is needed when they are made to put the Billy Bragg album down, have a shower and realise that they’ve got an iPhone in their hand and a MacBook Pro in their rucksack.
I don’t stand for either side when it comes down to Occupy Warwick vs the Government, both sides are represented by cunts. I don’t even sit on the fence. I sit in my own little garden, living my own life, having a party and enjoying myself because life is simply too short to waste it moaning about things that you can never change, especially if they don’t affect you.
The occupation officially ends on Wednesday with an event that they call ‘Occuparty’, possibly the only good idea they’ve had. The point of this party seems to be to invite all their magical pixie and unicorn friends from the dreamworld that they live in to show them what a wonderful job they’ve done of fucking up the grass outside car park 15. They’ll then bake a cake made of rainbows and smiles, have a few bevvies and then pretend they enjoy the speeches by the Socialist Worker Society exec. Then after that, it’s time to pack up daddy’s tent and drive home for Christmas in the Mini Cooper that he bought them. Then they’ll sit at home all holidays checking thetrainline.com to see when the next bandwagon arrives.
I am part of the 99%… The 99% of students here who think that the people involved in Occupy Warwick are twats. The 99% of students who came to this university to learn and have fun rather than skip lectures, stay in a tent and whine about things that don’t affect them. The 99% who want the 1% with their hipster clothes, bandanas and placards to shut up and fuck off back to Oxfordshire.
Hi guys,
This cunting project is killing me.
Here’s what I’ve got so far.
We need to lose 300 words (3300 is including the appendices, so not quite that much) and gain a fuckload more information.
SWOT table needs updating, it’s an image so I can’t do it because I haven’t got the original.
If someone could get pages 10 & 11 to cooperate with layout then I would be eternally grateful, maybe lose a few words from section 3.1 to bring Oshi’s profile fully up onto page 10? We only need to lose 1 line. The whole layout of section 3 is really getting on my titties atm.
I haven’t even TRIED to put in references if people are still updating their stuff because they’re all just gonna change again and then I’ll have to buy new razor blades.
If Microsoft Word decides to move the images and tables around one more time then I am personally going to go to Bill Gates’ house and kick his head in.
Other stuff still to do:
- Shorten IP section to basically be a summary in the introduction and move main details to an appendix.
- OFCOM shit
- Ungapify the finance section and fill in the blanks (whilst magically cutting word count, maybe lose some half notey words towards the end and represent them with graphs)
Stuff for the end
- Reference & appendix continuity
- Figure captions need to be in text boxes because it looks nicer
- Contents (could be a separate page, could be on the front cover, depends on length)
- Executive Summary (I can bang this out in 30 minutes on Wednesday so it’s not an issue atm)
- Grammar Nazify this fucker.
- Nice pretty pictures on the front cover (although I’m all in favour of doing a shit on it, setting it on fire and leaving it on Nigel Sykes’ doorstep instead.)
If people can sort out stuff to do tomorrow morning before the meeting then I can get on with collating everything afterwards. Don’t do it in the document, take what’s in there and edit it separately and give it back to me to put back in. Don’t edit your originals either because we’ve made improvements on them already.
I’ll see you all tomorrow at 1, If I’m not swinging by the neck from the banister in my house.
Love and huggles.
