Caressed in a Fortress
Obsessed, Suppressed, Distressed, Blessed, Depressed
Stressed, Countless, Boundless, Fearless, Princess
3 years on, she was…An essayed out mess
At the end
They said she got a something… ‘ology’!; I think
Psy? or Bi?… I think
I thought she clearly deserved an ‘essed’!
Just my opinion…;)
Once you’ve been exposed to writing for your own, unrestrained narcissistic pleasure, your studies will be ruined FOREVER!
I used to enjoy the challenge of finding the ‘bestest’ and most eloquent phrases to explain my evidence
There was a day when I felt passion typing sentences like this :-
Dahlgren and Whiteheads diagram (Bird and Whitehead, 2012, p. 51) includes age, constitution and sex; drawing the powerful medical discourse, into the analysis. Marmot’s wide concept of the causes of health inequalities; allows all the evidence from different socioeconomic circumstances, to be considered in relation to health.
Until; the discovery of blogging. I found myself spreading my little writing wings, and I got to ramble on about sociology and Erving Goffman, whilst slipping in phrases such as ‘Trust the Goff’ and ‘He was one of the spangliest social thinkers ever to grace our pooey earth’…
Now that I have experienced the joy of being able to write spangly in a sentence
Now that I’ve been exposed to the wonder of being allowed to wink when I’m writing…well; my essays of joy have become
DRY DRY DRY AND PAINFUL AND…DRY
In spite of all the bilge I write here, I have never been so drained and bored, reading my own shite, as I was this morning (hard to believe I know ;)) Read the rest of this entry
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(Insert – I have no idea why Zamenta has decided i’m talking about the joy of babies, but there are many of them suggested, so I thought…Why not!)
I did my usual of packing my study books with the deluded goal of completing an entire weeks work on the commute across land and sea! Read the rest of this entry