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I recently made the mistake of buying a turquoise teapot. The fact that it is turquoise is not a problem; I happen to like turquoise and the interesting pseudo-japonisme floral pattern in pink also failed to make me uncomfortable in my masculinity. The problem with said teapot, is that it is a teapot. Teapots, if you hadn't inferred from the name, are essentially pots that hold tea (an ingenious infusion of weeds and hot water) in large quantities. And this is where the problem arises. Whereas previously I would have to suffice with only one cup, and have to battle laziness and apathy (I fight I never win, but have to get panic and deadline

I've got two more exams to do next week on Philosophy and History and then I have about eleven weeks free time. Did someone say 'daily updates?' Yes. Yes they did. I've been elected a Prefect at my college. Yeah, Harry Potter style. I missed getting 'Head Boy' by a few votes, which only helps to restore my faith in the electorate. No, I don't get a badge. Yes, that does make me sad. Funky questionnaire Bio The Glome did, I did it too because I'm a mindless sheep following fashion. Enjoy the pointless personal details. Please, feel free to do it yourself, when I have ensnared you in my Saw-esque torture-based mind-games this information

Just to clarify my Mother is not, at this moment in time, dead. Nor am I some zealot who believes he has a celestial entity posing as a matriarchal figure - however cool that might be. Before I begin, some music - http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/96033/amelie_les_crayons_petit_caillou/Amelie%20les%20crayons%20-%20Petit%20Caillou I'm quite into melodramatic French things. Especially if they have breasts. However, an interesting point was raised while we prepared dinner together in a scene of domestic bliss. Which, of course, led us to talk about the existence of God being worthy of worship in the Judaeo-Christian context, the argument (as