I take ages to reply. No, really, unless I'm online when you message I won't reply for several weeks because I rarely check-in here.
I am a descendant of slug heritage.
I studied English Literature in Oxford. I then stayed for 3 more years.
I moved to Exeter (from Oxford) on 24 August 2015 to complete an MA. My mother is proud. My father, who does not believe in higher education, is indifferent.
I'm staying in Exeter to complete my PhD next year. Woo.
The way to Exeter is via the M5. The way to God is not. There are 149 ways to God and the M5 is not one of them. However, I'm not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has had a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me.
I like waterfowl. I dislike watermelon.
I was once described as "out of touch with reality". Since then, I have been trying to find out what reality is, so that I can touch it.
I FUCKING LOVE going down to The Quay so if you're in town and wanna hit up some ducks let me know.
Remembering long lists of unrelated objects. No, really. I did some psychology experiment and remembered 42 items which is meant to be some genius thing. It's helpful because I often forget my grocery list.
I have the word "fish" tattooed on my arm
I really like lighthouses.
but not palindromes - they really freak me out
edit: can everyone please stop messaging me palindromes, it's not big, or clever, it just scares me.
One Friday I went on a date with a guy from on here. We got chips on the way to his. In the morning he left to go to the shops but he said not to use his toilet because he lived on a canal boat and it was a chemical toilet and he hadn't emptied it which is fucking gross but anyway . Still, I really needed to poop and I couldn't poop in his toilet because it was fucking full. And I definitely wouldn't have made it home in time. So I pooped in the polystyrene chip box from the night before which was so totally weird because I felt it getting heavier as I was holding it under my butt. Luckily still had the napkin from the shop aswell. Anyway, all cleaned up I'm ike well what the fuck am I going to do with this box of poop so I was like "oh, I'll throw it into the canal" so I threw it out the window and the lid had pinged open as it was flying through the air so I was like "no worries it'll sink" but it FUCKING FLOATED so I look out the window and there's just this fucking polystyrene throne of turd floating down the canal past families walking their dogs. Had to wait ages until I could leave.
Anyway. Things didn't work out with that guy. Not because of the poop but because he turned out to be a prick.
I pooed in a polystyrene box
(also: you have something more to say than "Hey" or "howz u?" or "got kik?" or some other variant.. :D)