mwah >.<

So that's why I'm so smart...

... oh wait, they said moderate, right?

"[...] But contrary to popular belief moderate drinking can actually promote better thinking and reasoning skills according to recent scientific research."

I love The Independent

I don't sound like that!

THAT IS PREPOSTEROUS!
(i have no time for blogging. am very important and busy person. and a lazybum)

Come over to Townhouse and watch Mitchell and Malm rock it out!

Don't be shy, I know you want to.

There will be vanilla sugar! And passion fruit! and perhaps a little bit of Jaeger...

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Ego quotes and This is now a pregnancy blog

I must say I have my moments - at least last night I had a few. Enjoy...

My dearest Al, now managing B@1 Balham has walked past the lovely Lauren earlier and ignored her. My reaction to the situation:
"Its fine, don't take it personally, we all know Al doesnt function before his first Jaeger." (I actually got a high-five for that one)
Stomachpain and regretting the alcohol intake:
"When I die and they do the autopsy they are gonna take out my liver and go: hey, why is there a stag imprinted on this?"
And on those who work in bars:
"You know how you always blame the alcohol for doing stupid things when you are drunk - the problem with people in this industry is that we are always drunk so when people meet us sober - they think we're ill or something"

By the way...
Pregnancy blogs are in the rise AGAIN, especially teenage preggers blogs. Maybe it's time to turn this one in to a teenage pregnancy blog. I do believe I am pregnant. With steak, mash and bearnaise sauce...

You know what they say, The heart never lies

Consume more alcohol than what is considered healthy and reduce the risk of heart problems? Well, at least according to The Independent.

Bartenders all over the world; sing and rejoice
Chavvies; swing thy VKD
Students; raise thy snakebites
I will sip my TOZ Rum in peace

"The results showed that those who drank a little – a glass of wine or a bottle of beer every other day – had a 35 per cent lower risk of a heart attack than those who never drank. Moderate drinkers, consuming up to a couple of glasses of wine a day or a couple of pints of ordinary bitter, had a 54 per cent lower risk.
The surprise was that heavy drinkers consuming up to a bottle of wine or six pints of ordinary bitter had a similar 50 per cent reduction in risk of a heart attack to moderate drinkers. Those drinking at even higher levels were still half as likely to suffer a heart attack as the teetotallers." (The Independent)

A little bit of fever is probably worth it

Half of the people in the UK offered a swine flu jab is turning it down. They are afraid of the possible side-effects and it is a common belief that the virus is "mild" anyway - so no jab needed. (Press Association) I have a whole bunch of friends back home in the Motherland (where everyone gets a jab btw! Not just preggies, coffindodgers and little children.) who has or are planning to turn down the jab for the same reason, predominantly because they are a bit shaky about the side effects of the swine flu jab.
Due to many travels to countries far and wide I have taken more than a handful of jabs in my realtively short life and I can tell this much: there is nothing special about these alledged side effects. Pain in the arm and possible fever and illness for up to a week is nothing new, it comes with pretty much every major jab - so considering what you could go thorugh if you are hit with bad swine flu, a few days feeling rough is nothing.

Don't look at the needle and think something pretty: like butterflies or Danny Jones, and it will be over in seconds.

Far far away on the horison is a little bit nearer than yesterday

A little bit closer to the stars. If I perform, exceed and excel (particularly during April's work experience) I might get to go to the Independent for work experience after year 2. A tiny sliver of hope amidst all this darkness and a foot up my bum to get me to work harder. When I found out that there was this chance it was like childhood christmases, Bowmore 25 yr and front row at Mcfly concerts all over again at the same time. Let's effin do it.
Finally started sipping on my TOZ WhiteGold rum. Nice little nightcap.

Now: Jon Snow and Channel 4 news

Looking back on the weekend

A journalism student celebrates Friday. What do normal people do on the weekend?

Student journalism, live births and a woman deserving a slap

1. If you have the possibility - go and grab the new edition of UMMM.. magazine, Medway campus' student mag (and obviously read my article about international students).

2. Live streamed birth? No thank you! Keep your beef-bush to yourself young lady! If I want to induce nightmares by watching things being born in a monstrous way - I'll rent Alien. Read The Telegraph's Lucy Jones' exchellente columnon the matter here

3. Head of an All Girls School and president of the Girls' Schools Association (GSA) Jill Berry is speaking out in The Independent trying to calm all young women down stating that we shouldn't expect to "have-it-all" because it probably wont happen. Quoting the article "Mrs Berry said that girls should "stop beating themselves up" if they cannot juggle a career with being a wife and mother at the same time.". First of all: Sod off. You are a role model for young girls and you need to tell them that they can achieve whatever they set their minds to. "There is a special place in hell for women who do not help other women" - Madeleine K. Albright (I have quoted her before and I will happily do it again).
And secondly: In that case, what is the defenition of "having it all"? Does having a career and working hard by default mean that you are doing it to get "a flash sports car with a baby seat in the back". It seems like people who are commenting on the "having-it-all"-syndrome think that career bitches also juggling motherhood does it all for the money.
I am going to be a journalist career bitch - what money?

Sorting out the facts

Thank you Channel 4,

now we can make this perfectly clear once and for all.

Just because you are against the ongoing war it does not mean that you are unwilling to support the troops nor anyone who has ever fought for Britain.

Brain does not compute. I am a diagnosed stressoholic.

It seems my brain has joined the rest of the world and hit recession. Perhaps last week topped off with the weekend made it hand in its resignation. Cannot read. Cannot write. Cannot understand. I can barely read about the Spanish Civil War in Swedish!

Most of this stress comes from my lecturers (whom I really really do admire most days, don't get me wrong here) who keeps telling us first years that we, pardon mon francais, suck.
We have not achieved this goal, we have not understood this theory, our work has major flaws (this most always at some point include how maaaaaarvellous the second years were last year compared to us).
What particularly stresses me to the point where I just want to get into foetal position and rock back and forth whilst mumbling "Medway has 55 councillors, Beaverbrooke, Northcliffe and Rothermere, newspaper circulation in 1939 10.6 million, don't forget the f-blends, don't forget the f-blends, Beaverbrooke, Northcliffe and Rothermere " is this: They are grumbling at all of us and I don't know whether I am included in the loser bunch or not.
Obviously (yes it is as clear as day to me) they can't speak to us individually and I do agree that we all need a kick in the butt from day to day to get some motivation but:

All I seem to hear is how bad I am.

How I am never up to scratch.

And whether I actually am or if it is just a minority of my class is not important.

I am still a target.

I can't say I made a million working as a cocktail waitress but at least my boss told me I had done a good job when I worked my ass off whether my tips was £60 or £6.

(my best friends are moving to South Africa tomorrow and I don't even have time to go and see them off at Heathrow. I am a bit fragile at the moment)

Post entitled This is not a joke or God I love my flatmates

Yes indeed this is what I wore tonight whilst writing a large part of my History of Journalism Essay because my flatmates were:

1. Having sexual intercourse of some sort

2. Listening to loud music

I took the devices out as I finished off the essay a mere 30 minutes ago and alas! Both the humping and the terrible excuse for Rn'B was gone. Who said pens were for writing only?

In other news...

Two of my best friends are leaving the country very soonish and the terrible state that I am in has not been helped by the horrendous amount of work I have been given. Had my first official breakdown today crying in the toilets adjecent to Centre for Journalism. Good day on the whole as I found the last of the presents for above mentioned friends. I am an excellent present finder...