Aha, World of Sven, a very funny blog I was introduced to by a good friend of mine. Well, it makes me laugh. Especially the Dear Pat letters. Don't read this if you have no sense of humour though - you might get mad!
And Sven, if you ever read this - I like your blog :)
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
The Prodigal Returns
Hello!!!!!!
I'm back!!!!
I got lost a while, in the confusion and busyness of the real world, but now I have returned to you my precious.
Am I welcome? Or must I do penance? I promise I shall make every effort to write at least every other day.
Forgive me.
Please?
Thank you :)
So, what have I been up to?
Interesting question.
I'm a grown-up now. Supposedly. I have a real job in any case which pays me real money so for the first time since I started uni in 2001 I don't have to worry about the necessity of starving to death.
I got a 2:1 in my degree. But I already told you that. Sorry - I'm getting old and losing my memory. Or perhaps it's all the time I spend with the old folk at the Day Centre. We're going on a day trip on Thursday - I'll tell you all about it when we get back. I hope I get to buddy Margaret. She's Scottish and lovely. I love old people. Not like that!!!
I suppose I ought to do some work now. I have to write 2 talks and I haven't done talks before so I have to work hard. Nearly lunch time though. Hurrah!
I'll check in again soon :)
I'm back!!!!
I got lost a while, in the confusion and busyness of the real world, but now I have returned to you my precious.
Am I welcome? Or must I do penance? I promise I shall make every effort to write at least every other day.
Forgive me.
Please?
Thank you :)
So, what have I been up to?
Interesting question.
I'm a grown-up now. Supposedly. I have a real job in any case which pays me real money so for the first time since I started uni in 2001 I don't have to worry about the necessity of starving to death.
I got a 2:1 in my degree. But I already told you that. Sorry - I'm getting old and losing my memory. Or perhaps it's all the time I spend with the old folk at the Day Centre. We're going on a day trip on Thursday - I'll tell you all about it when we get back. I hope I get to buddy Margaret. She's Scottish and lovely. I love old people. Not like that!!!
I suppose I ought to do some work now. I have to write 2 talks and I haven't done talks before so I have to work hard. Nearly lunch time though. Hurrah!
I'll check in again soon :)
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Long time no post!!!
Wow, I am useless. I've been back from Soul in the City for over a week now and I haven't posted. Throw things at me, go on...
Ow, not sharp pointy things!!!
Nothing that exciting has happened though so I can be forgiven.
Soul in the City was really good. I enjoyed my project which was cooking for the kids who came to clubs at a church. Cooking for 75 everyday!!! Wow, tiring but good fun. And God really sorted some stuff with me which was tough, but so needed. And He gave me some reassurance over my plans for the future.
7 days to go till my birthday :)
Ow, not sharp pointy things!!!
Nothing that exciting has happened though so I can be forgiven.
Soul in the City was really good. I enjoyed my project which was cooking for the kids who came to clubs at a church. Cooking for 75 everyday!!! Wow, tiring but good fun. And God really sorted some stuff with me which was tough, but so needed. And He gave me some reassurance over my plans for the future.
7 days to go till my birthday :)
Friday, July 23, 2004
Camping
I've not had any lighter thoughts. Hmmm, makes it difficult to write anything that won't depress you. I've got a case of the middle of the summer holiday blues I think. Missing my friends, bored of home, no job, feeling unappreciated no matter how hard I try. Sigh.
Well, Soul in the City starts Sunday. That'll be good. Six nights camping. Woohoo. (Did you hear the note of sarcasm?) Too many people in too small a space, not enough toilets or showers to go around. Sounds like home! It's not like I want a marquee, but I like my space. 3-man tents only house 2 'men' comfortably, and when that 'man' is a girl, well, we like to spread out. We have a lot of stuff. I mean, my make up bag alone, wooh, it needs a tent of its own! That's a lie. I don't wear that much make up :)
Well, Soul in the City starts Sunday. That'll be good. Six nights camping. Woohoo. (Did you hear the note of sarcasm?) Too many people in too small a space, not enough toilets or showers to go around. Sounds like home! It's not like I want a marquee, but I like my space. 3-man tents only house 2 'men' comfortably, and when that 'man' is a girl, well, we like to spread out. We have a lot of stuff. I mean, my make up bag alone, wooh, it needs a tent of its own! That's a lie. I don't wear that much make up :)
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Honesty
So, I just watched a programme called Super Nanny on tv this evening. It's all about how this woman who's been a nanny for 15 years helps families with badly behaved children. Quite good - I'm trying to train myself in preparation for when I have children. (Yes, I know, I have to find myself a man first and train him to marry me...) But one thing struck me. The dad of this little boy told him that if he told a lie he would never ever be trusted ever again. Wow! What if that was really really true? Man, I'd not be trustworthy. And I don't think there is anyone in the world who can ever be trusted. It's a bit of a worrying thought. I like to believe people until they give me reason not to. Ok, maybe I'm a little too trusting - I like to see their better nature. But some people have abused that trust in the part. Strange thing is though, even though I ought to not believe them, I still like to hope they've changed.
Don't get me wrong, I don't like lies. I hate them actually. I can cope with a lot and put up with some dreadful stuff, but I can'tstand it when people lie to me or about me. It just makes me so angry. And it's even worse when it's your friends. Ok, so I tell the old "I'm fine, just a bit tired" fibs and the "no, it's really nice" ones too, but I really really hate big lies. And friends not telling you stuff and making up excuses about it, that gets my goat too. Especially people who ought to be really good friends, but don't consider you important enough to tell stuff to.
Wooh, all a bit heavy there. Sorry. I'll try to have light thoughts for the next few days :)
Don't get me wrong, I don't like lies. I hate them actually. I can cope with a lot and put up with some dreadful stuff, but I can'tstand it when people lie to me or about me. It just makes me so angry. And it's even worse when it's your friends. Ok, so I tell the old "I'm fine, just a bit tired" fibs and the "no, it's really nice" ones too, but I really really hate big lies. And friends not telling you stuff and making up excuses about it, that gets my goat too. Especially people who ought to be really good friends, but don't consider you important enough to tell stuff to.
Wooh, all a bit heavy there. Sorry. I'll try to have light thoughts for the next few days :)
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Woohoo!!!
I got a 2:1!!! Very very happy. :) So know, I can officially put BA Hons after my name - a 2:1 degree in Drama with honours. I am proud.
Friday, July 16, 2004
Weather
St Swithin’s Day, if it does rain
Full forty days, it will remain
St Swithin’s Day, if it be fair
For forty days, t'will rain no more.
Yesterday was St Swithin's day. And it didn't rain. In my opinion that made it a 'fair' day. Don't you agree? And yet today it's raining, buckets. So the rhyme's wrong. And I don't have anything else to talk about so I'm resorting to the old talking about the weather thing!
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Ramblings
Went to London the other day and had a nice jaunt around the National Gallery. The reason behind going to London was that mum needed to get to Westminster but she doesn't like going on the tube. I was designated carer for the day - taking her on the tube, getting her to Westminster Abbey and then collecting her again and taking her home, via Covent Garden. Poor dear. I had a nice afternoon though, met a friend, had coffee, lunch and cultured him in the National. Of course, as in all good stories, this resulted in me waiting for him to leave as opposed to having to drag him around. You can understand my surprise at this, as beforehand my suggestion of the National Gallery as a good, free attraction, was not greeted with great enthusiasm. And then I had to explain the beauty of Van Gogh's paintings. But when I was getting tired, we had to look at "just one more," and go to the shop. Mission accomplished - one more soul saved from the dangers of being uncultured :)
Have sold 6 books on Amazon now which is quite good - a little sum of money will soon be transferred into my bank account and then I shall be able to afford my phone bill. Always nice.
I've been in touch with the girl I'm living with in September, and she's lovely, so that's a load off my mind.
Nothing much happening at this end of the blog - helping mum out with job applications and so forth, but nothing interesting for me. Ooh, except Soul in the City in less than 2 weeks now. Can't wait...
Have sold 6 books on Amazon now which is quite good - a little sum of money will soon be transferred into my bank account and then I shall be able to afford my phone bill. Always nice.
I've been in touch with the girl I'm living with in September, and she's lovely, so that's a load off my mind.
Nothing much happening at this end of the blog - helping mum out with job applications and so forth, but nothing interesting for me. Ooh, except Soul in the City in less than 2 weeks now. Can't wait...
Friday, July 09, 2004
A Thought
Even Little Miss Voldemort can get a boyfriend!!! And I'm still on the shelf. Various friends disbelieve this allegation - we only have her word for it - and that's via msn.
But it makes you think. Can I blame my singleness on the way I look? Because I think I'm quite an interesting, kind, funny, lovely person - maybe I'm not modest, maybe I'm misguided. So, if I lost weight and became attractive and then got a boyfriend, I'd always have the feeling that it was because of the way I look rather than who I am. And if I remained single then I'd be convinced there was something wrong with my personality. So the best thing would for my single status to change very soon so I can be absolutely certain someone loves me for who I am inside not for what I look like on the outside. Hmmm....
But it makes you think. Can I blame my singleness on the way I look? Because I think I'm quite an interesting, kind, funny, lovely person - maybe I'm not modest, maybe I'm misguided. So, if I lost weight and became attractive and then got a boyfriend, I'd always have the feeling that it was because of the way I look rather than who I am. And if I remained single then I'd be convinced there was something wrong with my personality. So the best thing would for my single status to change very soon so I can be absolutely certain someone loves me for who I am inside not for what I look like on the outside. Hmmm....
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Exciting
I had nits. Yes, that's right. And it was exciting. Well, to be honest it wasn't. It was, however, the most exciting thing to have happened to me or my ex-housemates in the past week and a half. I win.
The Evil landlords are planning on charging us for the cleaning of the oven! I know, I can't believe it either. The oven was the one thing that was cleaned a number of times over the 2 years we lived in that house. We even cleaned it EVERY day for a week before we left. Jennie's mum said it was clean. She also cleaned it when we first moved in which means the Evil landlords didn't make sure it was clean for us. Hmm, suspicious. Nic and her dad worked out that they get about a quarter of a million pounds in rent from all the house they own. A quarter of a million!!! Unbelievable. And they still want to steal from our deposit. Surely they must have black black hearts.
The Evil landlords are planning on charging us for the cleaning of the oven! I know, I can't believe it either. The oven was the one thing that was cleaned a number of times over the 2 years we lived in that house. We even cleaned it EVERY day for a week before we left. Jennie's mum said it was clean. She also cleaned it when we first moved in which means the Evil landlords didn't make sure it was clean for us. Hmm, suspicious. Nic and her dad worked out that they get about a quarter of a million pounds in rent from all the house they own. A quarter of a million!!! Unbelievable. And they still want to steal from our deposit. Surely they must have black black hearts.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Mother
My mother is out for a fight today!!! Everything leads to her shouting! And having a go at me. I have to zone out - it's way easier.
"Mhm."
"Yes, mum."
"I know."
"Ok."
"Yep."
All that and I have no idea what she's talking about. Probably asking me to empty the bin or clean the house or something.
She is a woman of extreme reactions. She said earlier that the untidiness of the house makes her feel suicidal. I said she was being a bit stupid. But then she started wittering on about Paul McCartney and The Wings and how they make her feel sick. I mean, really, she can't be normal. Can she?
"Mhm."
"Yes, mum."
"I know."
"Ok."
"Yep."
All that and I have no idea what she's talking about. Probably asking me to empty the bin or clean the house or something.
She is a woman of extreme reactions. She said earlier that the untidiness of the house makes her feel suicidal. I said she was being a bit stupid. But then she started wittering on about Paul McCartney and The Wings and how they make her feel sick. I mean, really, she can't be normal. Can she?
Thursday, July 01, 2004
It's official - we are living in a State of Emergency after Anna and I came to blows last night. At least that is how mum described it. I call it being shouted at and being shoved by a stroppy 16 year old and then retaliating. Something I wouldn't have done if I wasn't so darned PMT-ey! Well, mum phoned the housing blokey this morning and told him that we need a bigger house and soon. We've been on the list for a while, but they are hopeless. But the idea of sisters coming to blows because they are sharing a box room as a bedroom, thus proving that the house is too small for 6 people, shocked the man and he put us straight on the Emergency Council Housing list. And good job him, I say.
I am slowly going mad here. In fact, my sanity levels have become so low that I must resort to using sanity sparingly. I laughed hysterically for 10 minutes this morning in an attempt to save a little. Mum told me I was sick in the head. However, she is the one who was asked in a shop today if she was alright because she was clearly having a bit of a mental moment.
Just watched Emma - the one with skinny little Gwyneth Paltrow. She is pretty faced though. A rather lovely film, though I've never been able to get much further than half way through the book on my three previous attempts - and believe me, I did try. I was a little concerned to recognise one of my own friendships in the friendship between the dashing and jolly lovely Mr Knightley and our beautiful heroine Emma. But it is a work of fiction, so nothing to worry about.
I have discovered the joys of selling my books on Amazon. What jolly good fun. For an hour's work inputting my books onto the website I have already been rewarded with around £10 for two of my books have been purchased. And then the money gets put straight into my bank account - including a large amount for postage which doesn't all get used up. How wonderfully delicious.
Must go - I get to sleep in the bed tonight as Anna is out at her year 11 prom and will sleep on the settee when she gets back. She looked stunning, of course, but then she always does, doesn't she. Ooh, can you hear the bitterness and the envy? Really must work on that. Or perhaps I should work on trying to look less like a hobbit when in the presence of my beautiful siblings....
Good night.
I am slowly going mad here. In fact, my sanity levels have become so low that I must resort to using sanity sparingly. I laughed hysterically for 10 minutes this morning in an attempt to save a little. Mum told me I was sick in the head. However, she is the one who was asked in a shop today if she was alright because she was clearly having a bit of a mental moment.
Just watched Emma - the one with skinny little Gwyneth Paltrow. She is pretty faced though. A rather lovely film, though I've never been able to get much further than half way through the book on my three previous attempts - and believe me, I did try. I was a little concerned to recognise one of my own friendships in the friendship between the dashing and jolly lovely Mr Knightley and our beautiful heroine Emma. But it is a work of fiction, so nothing to worry about.
I have discovered the joys of selling my books on Amazon. What jolly good fun. For an hour's work inputting my books onto the website I have already been rewarded with around £10 for two of my books have been purchased. And then the money gets put straight into my bank account - including a large amount for postage which doesn't all get used up. How wonderfully delicious.
Must go - I get to sleep in the bed tonight as Anna is out at her year 11 prom and will sleep on the settee when she gets back. She looked stunning, of course, but then she always does, doesn't she. Ooh, can you hear the bitterness and the envy? Really must work on that. Or perhaps I should work on trying to look less like a hobbit when in the presence of my beautiful siblings....
Good night.
Monday, June 28, 2004
Bored
I swear, if my mum tells me one more time that she's a Cambridge Graduate now, then I shall kill her!!! It was funny the first few times, now it's bugging me. And I have 2 months of it. Hahahahaha. Sorry, lapsed into hysterical laughter there. I'm not the only one. All the friends I've spoken to are going through the same thing. We're all too old to be at home now, but our parents are still treating us like kids. Hohum.
Spent the day in the house alone today, which has been lovely. Listened to the music I wanted to listen to, pottered around, didn't get shouted at. All wonderful. The job hunt must begin soon though. I need some money.
And now I'm sounding boring. As soon as something interesting happens I'll let you know.
Spent the day in the house alone today, which has been lovely. Listened to the music I wanted to listen to, pottered around, didn't get shouted at. All wonderful. The job hunt must begin soon though. I need some money.
And now I'm sounding boring. As soon as something interesting happens I'll let you know.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Long Time, No Post!!!
I realy am hopeless, aren't I! I'm at home now. My housemates walked me to the train station yesterday morning and the girls sang beautifully to me from the platform. "I've been to Paradise, but I've never been to me..." It was truly lovely, and I cried, because I shall miss them all so very very much. My room was spotless when I left, walls scrubbed, windows cleaned, and the floor hoovered several times. We spent the entire day on Wednesday cleaning the house (except for the hour when I did the hangover run to McDonalds for the girls after their big night out at the Porthouse on Tuesday!) so we had better get the entirety of our damn deposit back from our landlords or I will be so angry.
Well, mum graduated today. Fancy that, my mum, a Cambridge graduate. We had a rather enjoyable day watching her process in then a beautiful buffet lunch at Fitzwilliam College. Saw Grandma and Granddad, Aunty Janice and the girls, Aunty Liz and Karen. All lovely.
Home's already grating on my nerves. And I still have 2 months here. Ohhh!!! I HAVE to get a job. I have to. Or I'll go mad, and I'll have no money.
Well, mum graduated today. Fancy that, my mum, a Cambridge graduate. We had a rather enjoyable day watching her process in then a beautiful buffet lunch at Fitzwilliam College. Saw Grandma and Granddad, Aunty Janice and the girls, Aunty Liz and Karen. All lovely.
Home's already grating on my nerves. And I still have 2 months here. Ohhh!!! I HAVE to get a job. I have to. Or I'll go mad, and I'll have no money.
Friday, June 18, 2004
End of an Era
Last day of term. We have a week left in our house, but lots of my friends are off for the summer today and tomorrow. I'm never very good with summer holidays - too long, too many people in our too tiny house, no-one replying to my emails etc. Dad's coming to pick up all my stuff this evening when I'm out so I'll come home to an empty room. However, in order for him to be able to take all my stuff I shall have to pack it up. Woops, not quite at that point yet. Shall have to hope that God lends a hand... With Him, nothing is impossible!!!! Not even packing up 2 years' worth of rubbish!
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Last Week
Cried on Monday at the Graduate BBQ and I'm coming back next year - how deranged is that?! Saw Angie though, and that was cool.
In a funny mood on Tuesday, so I snapped at Andy, whinged at Steve and stayed out for most of the day - it was easier than going home and having to try to explain why I was miserable.
Didn't really do anything for the rest of the week. Was still grumpy on Wednesday. Thursday was better. Friday, the weather was getting me down. It's just too darn hot. Had a nice chat with Andy in the canteen. Didn't meet with Amy because she had other things to do. Went to see the ducks with Clare. There are 13 ducklings there, so sadly quite a few have disappeared. Fell asleep so didn't go to the pub with Jo in the evening. Wish I had, but hey, what can you do?!
Saturday was strange - the house all went to Bournemouth for the uni ball, but I would rather gouge my own eyes out than do that sort of thing, so I stayed home alone. Ryan, Will and Andy came round for dinner in the evening. I cooked lasagne, and it was my best one yet. Their attempt at pudding was sweet, but strange - bizarre Smarties cookies things - look like plasticine. Fortunately I had some ice creams in the freezer. They washed up, so I had to forgive them for watching the football, and for taking photos on Ryan's phone of Andy's bum, and trying to show me. I thought I'd go blind!!! And then I stupidly left the room and forgot to take my phone with me, so I came back to a terrible sight on my own mobile!!! Scarred for life.
Church was brilliant on Sunday - I will miss the worship at Vineyard next year, but God has His plans for me, and I won't argue. And then Chris' Baptism in the evening. Wonderful. I love Baptisms - they're so exciting. Afterwards was Chrissie's surprise party - I was in charge of the BBQ, what with the football causing a severe lack of men. I was pretty good at it though, even if I do say so myself. But what joy, England lost against France - it is only right - I am far from being unpatriotic, but I really hope that we lose all our games and then the stupid football would be over. I hate it - people become so antisocial. It's the same with Big Brother, except churches aren't finishing early for that. I was highly annoyed - Ewan at the Baptist Church where Chris got baptised didn't even finish his sermon!!! He didn't want people to miss the match. How rude is that? Personally, I'd have thought God was just a bit more important - I hope He understands. Not that I'm a brilliantly holy person either. Really need to get some stuff sorted with God - like old wounds that keep being opened and need healing rather than ignoring.
Had Beautiful Time with Beth on Monday. That was really lovely as I haven't seen her properly for ages. Had a good chat and talked properly. Lovely. Then went to the pub in the evening for a nice drink and a chat. Jo and Andy talked quite civilly to each other - brilliant!
In a funny mood on Tuesday, so I snapped at Andy, whinged at Steve and stayed out for most of the day - it was easier than going home and having to try to explain why I was miserable.
Didn't really do anything for the rest of the week. Was still grumpy on Wednesday. Thursday was better. Friday, the weather was getting me down. It's just too darn hot. Had a nice chat with Andy in the canteen. Didn't meet with Amy because she had other things to do. Went to see the ducks with Clare. There are 13 ducklings there, so sadly quite a few have disappeared. Fell asleep so didn't go to the pub with Jo in the evening. Wish I had, but hey, what can you do?!
Saturday was strange - the house all went to Bournemouth for the uni ball, but I would rather gouge my own eyes out than do that sort of thing, so I stayed home alone. Ryan, Will and Andy came round for dinner in the evening. I cooked lasagne, and it was my best one yet. Their attempt at pudding was sweet, but strange - bizarre Smarties cookies things - look like plasticine. Fortunately I had some ice creams in the freezer. They washed up, so I had to forgive them for watching the football, and for taking photos on Ryan's phone of Andy's bum, and trying to show me. I thought I'd go blind!!! And then I stupidly left the room and forgot to take my phone with me, so I came back to a terrible sight on my own mobile!!! Scarred for life.
Church was brilliant on Sunday - I will miss the worship at Vineyard next year, but God has His plans for me, and I won't argue. And then Chris' Baptism in the evening. Wonderful. I love Baptisms - they're so exciting. Afterwards was Chrissie's surprise party - I was in charge of the BBQ, what with the football causing a severe lack of men. I was pretty good at it though, even if I do say so myself. But what joy, England lost against France - it is only right - I am far from being unpatriotic, but I really hope that we lose all our games and then the stupid football would be over. I hate it - people become so antisocial. It's the same with Big Brother, except churches aren't finishing early for that. I was highly annoyed - Ewan at the Baptist Church where Chris got baptised didn't even finish his sermon!!! He didn't want people to miss the match. How rude is that? Personally, I'd have thought God was just a bit more important - I hope He understands. Not that I'm a brilliantly holy person either. Really need to get some stuff sorted with God - like old wounds that keep being opened and need healing rather than ignoring.
Had Beautiful Time with Beth on Monday. That was really lovely as I haven't seen her properly for ages. Had a good chat and talked properly. Lovely. Then went to the pub in the evening for a nice drink and a chat. Jo and Andy talked quite civilly to each other - brilliant!
5th June - Birthday Party Day!!!!
Was sooooooo stressed in the morning - cried when mum said she couldn't find my red wrap! Did the final bits of shopping with Nic and Jen, and tried to ignore how much money we were spending. I didn't really get a chance to chill out - had a half hour nap, but wasn't doing well.
The party however, was brilliant. I had a really fab time. My shoes killed me, but they looked good. Everyone looked beautiful, and I got given lots of lovely presents. We both really enjoyed ourselves - had a drink, a dance and nic, Jennie, Clare and myself sang along loudly to Never Been to Me, our song. I think everyone had a good time, and I never really realised before just how many lovely friends I have. And it was great to have my family there too.
Had a fab photo taken with all my boys. Hope it comes out well.
The party however, was brilliant. I had a really fab time. My shoes killed me, but they looked good. Everyone looked beautiful, and I got given lots of lovely presents. We both really enjoyed ourselves - had a drink, a dance and nic, Jennie, Clare and myself sang along loudly to Never Been to Me, our song. I think everyone had a good time, and I never really realised before just how many lovely friends I have. And it was great to have my family there too.
Had a fab photo taken with all my boys. Hope it comes out well.
4th June - First Party of the Weekend
Handed in my critique, written yesterday. Impressive, even if I do say so myself. It was weird handing it in because it was my last piece of uni work ever. Felt a twinge of sadness as I filled in the cover sheet for the last time. I have really enjoyed my time here and grown so much in my faith and in who I am. Oh well.
Went to Gemma and Steve's BBQ. All the house except Nic came and we had a good time. Ate too many burgers, but took some nice photos. I think Andy's beginning to get bored of me stealing his stuff every time he leaves it lying around. But I'm not. Maybe one day I'll learn when I've gone far enough.
Party tomorrow. Beginning to panic...
Went to Gemma and Steve's BBQ. All the house except Nic came and we had a good time. Ate too many burgers, but took some nice photos. I think Andy's beginning to get bored of me stealing his stuff every time he leaves it lying around. But I'm not. Maybe one day I'll learn when I've gone far enough.
Party tomorrow. Beginning to panic...
3rd June
Spent the morning with Grandma and Granddad, showing them around Winchester and taking them to the Church I'm working in next year. Grandma was very impressed with Christchurch. Who knows what Granddad was thinking?! They could both see what I love about Winchester and why I want to stay here. I'm so glad that God has plans to keep me here, and I get the feeling it's not going to be short term...
Gemma's birthday today - went out for lunch with her and her housemates. Need to stop spending money. Had a lovely time, and felt very honoured that I was invited specially.
Grandma and Granddad took me out for dinner. Went to Pizza Express. Delicious. Haven't eaten at home for ages.
Gemma's birthday today - went out for lunch with her and her housemates. Need to stop spending money. Had a lovely time, and felt very honoured that I was invited specially.
Grandma and Granddad took me out for dinner. Went to Pizza Express. Delicious. Haven't eaten at home for ages.
2nd June - Clare's Birthday Day of Fun!!!
What a fabulous day!!! We took Clare out for her surprise. Intech Science Museum just up the road. Hands on exhibitions - we really enjoyed ourselves. It was so lovely to watch Tom and Dave playing together, and Dave made a little friend with a kid that was on something he wanted a go with. We had a lovely picnic lunch and Clare smiled all morning.
Then it was a quick bus ride back and a fast walk to the cinema to watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Yet another good film. Much darker than the first two - it had many Tim Burton-esque qualities, reminding me a little of Sleepy Hollow and Edward Scissorhands, aswell as some of the Batman films. I have to admit there were a few moments that scared me, but overall it was brilliant. It's getting funnier too, although, despite it being a while since I read the book, I'm sure there were some big differences. Wasn't quite sure how to deal with David Thewlis as Professor Lupin, as the last film I saw him in was Dragonheart and he was horribly sleazy and cruel. But he was good in HP, well done. Emma Thompson made me laugh, with her enormous googly eyes behind her specs!
After the film Nic and I popped in to town to grab the last of Clare's presents, and then we had cake and prezzie time in the kitchen. She was well chuffed with what we got her - it's so nice to see.
Nic and I spent the afternoon finishing off our party CD burning, and then we all went out to Dilse for an Indian. Man, we ate so much, but we forced ourselves through the pain barrier, and it was good. Got a free bottle of wine because it was Clare's birthday and had a really lovely time just chatiing after the meal. Lovely.
Then it was a quick bus ride back and a fast walk to the cinema to watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Yet another good film. Much darker than the first two - it had many Tim Burton-esque qualities, reminding me a little of Sleepy Hollow and Edward Scissorhands, aswell as some of the Batman films. I have to admit there were a few moments that scared me, but overall it was brilliant. It's getting funnier too, although, despite it being a while since I read the book, I'm sure there were some big differences. Wasn't quite sure how to deal with David Thewlis as Professor Lupin, as the last film I saw him in was Dragonheart and he was horribly sleazy and cruel. But he was good in HP, well done. Emma Thompson made me laugh, with her enormous googly eyes behind her specs!
After the film Nic and I popped in to town to grab the last of Clare's presents, and then we had cake and prezzie time in the kitchen. She was well chuffed with what we got her - it's so nice to see.
Nic and I spent the afternoon finishing off our party CD burning, and then we all went out to Dilse for an Indian. Man, we ate so much, but we forced ourselves through the pain barrier, and it was good. Got a free bottle of wine because it was Clare's birthday and had a really lovely time just chatiing after the meal. Lovely.
1st June - Assessment Frenzy
Had our Drama and Theatre as Representations of Social Change in Contemporary Britain performances today. Ours went down suprisingly well, considering my slight panic about it. I rarely panic, so I panicked more because I had found something to panic about, which meant it must be serious. Does that make sense? I looked great in my lab coat and nurse's hat, but poor Tim - he just did not want those jelly beans - muhahahahaha!!! Pip and I made sure he got plenty. People laughed, which was good. Now we have to write our critiques by Friday. I'll do that Thursday then.
31st May 2004 - Troy
Yes, that's right, I went to the cinema again, two days later. And then I wonder where my money goes!!! Film and books.
Troy was pretty good. I've been looking forward to this film for months! And when it got here I wasn't (too) disappointed. Homer's Illiad is one of my favourite stories. I studied it and The Odyssey at school, and translated parts of the Roman version, The Aneid by Virgil, in Latin for GCSE, so I like to think I know the story of the Trojan war pretty well. So, as you can tell, I was a tad miffed at the fact they cut out 10 years!!! Ten!!! That's a pretty long time. They could have just showed it with a subtitle or something, like they did with other stuff. Andy told me I shouldn't whinge (that's rich! Especially seeing as I've heard tales of his moaning through Lord of the Rings because they didn't stick to the book.) but I think I had the right to. Plus he said, well maybe they implied it. No, no, no! The baby stayed the same age. But, I won't get going on that again.
However, I was very impressed with the visuals - pretty impressive. And even though I knew the outcome of the story I was still excited and on the edge of my seat at times. I put up with the hamster features of Brad Pitt in order to swoon over Eric Bana's brooding, rugged, handsomeness; Orlando Bloom's cheek bones and boyish good looks; and the wonder that is Sean Bean. And wow! They gave Sean a part which meant he was still alive at the end of the film. I'm pretty amazed, considering the number of films I have seen him in where he doesn't even last until the middle. And I love him.
Peter O'Toole has blatantly had surgery, and he looks silly for it, but each to his own. I did enjoy the film. Thought some of the fight scenes could have been a bit more exciting, but they sufficed. Music was James Horner on his usual top form. Yeah, I'd watch it again on video.
Then we all went to Jo's to eat the food her housemate left behind when she left. That was good fun. Although I did panic a little at the thought of the possible food poisoning the boys were trying to create...
And then the pub - good fun, but Will flicked Guinness at me :( I forgave him, just.
Troy was pretty good. I've been looking forward to this film for months! And when it got here I wasn't (too) disappointed. Homer's Illiad is one of my favourite stories. I studied it and The Odyssey at school, and translated parts of the Roman version, The Aneid by Virgil, in Latin for GCSE, so I like to think I know the story of the Trojan war pretty well. So, as you can tell, I was a tad miffed at the fact they cut out 10 years!!! Ten!!! That's a pretty long time. They could have just showed it with a subtitle or something, like they did with other stuff. Andy told me I shouldn't whinge (that's rich! Especially seeing as I've heard tales of his moaning through Lord of the Rings because they didn't stick to the book.) but I think I had the right to. Plus he said, well maybe they implied it. No, no, no! The baby stayed the same age. But, I won't get going on that again.
However, I was very impressed with the visuals - pretty impressive. And even though I knew the outcome of the story I was still excited and on the edge of my seat at times. I put up with the hamster features of Brad Pitt in order to swoon over Eric Bana's brooding, rugged, handsomeness; Orlando Bloom's cheek bones and boyish good looks; and the wonder that is Sean Bean. And wow! They gave Sean a part which meant he was still alive at the end of the film. I'm pretty amazed, considering the number of films I have seen him in where he doesn't even last until the middle. And I love him.
Peter O'Toole has blatantly had surgery, and he looks silly for it, but each to his own. I did enjoy the film. Thought some of the fight scenes could have been a bit more exciting, but they sufficed. Music was James Horner on his usual top form. Yeah, I'd watch it again on video.
Then we all went to Jo's to eat the food her housemate left behind when she left. That was good fun. Although I did panic a little at the thought of the possible food poisoning the boys were trying to create...
And then the pub - good fun, but Will flicked Guinness at me :( I forgave him, just.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
29th May 2004 - The Day After Tomorrow
Long awaited post...
Went with Steve and Lewis to see The Day After Tomorrow on the 29th. A very good film indeed and it certainly wasn't any bad thing that it had the beautiful Jake Gyllenhaal in it. I was very impressed by the visuals and it wasn't soppy or unnecessary at any point. The storyline made sense and was believable, because this whole global warming thing could happen. A warning to all those in charge of stuff (you know what I mean!) I'd watch it again for the action (and Jake) and highly recommend this wicked film.
Went with Steve and Lewis to see The Day After Tomorrow on the 29th. A very good film indeed and it certainly wasn't any bad thing that it had the beautiful Jake Gyllenhaal in it. I was very impressed by the visuals and it wasn't soppy or unnecessary at any point. The storyline made sense and was believable, because this whole global warming thing could happen. A warning to all those in charge of stuff (you know what I mean!) I'd watch it again for the action (and Jake) and highly recommend this wicked film.
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Saturday Morning
Had a really lovely day with Jo yesterday. Both went to the prayer meeting and then for breakfast at the canteen. Funniest breakfast in a long time, due especially to my apparent deafness. I am frequently mishearing people at the moment, and was convinced that Andy said, "It's just a shame that AJ isn't Tuna Boy." Now, believe me, I realise that it wasn't a sensible thing to say, but it was what I heard. Andy said that he hadn't said that, but wouldn't tell me what it was that he had actually said. This prompted a long conversation about tuna and somehow Jo and I discovered that Tuna Boy is actually Chris' alter-ego. Of course after this we thought up lots of songs we could sing, seeing as Chris is trying to choose songs for his baptism. My Jesus, My tuna; Sing to the tuna; As the deer pants for the tuna etc. All very lovely tunas, as Chris said. And yes, we are clearly insane. For more about tuna check out the Social Satire website.
Jo and I were discussing our own insanity and the fact that we can talk for hours without actually saying anything. I tend to repeat whatever Jo has just said, and then she will sing it back to me. Or we add extra syllables into words - Cuppa-m-tea; tuna-m-fish etc. Ultra bizarre, I know, but fun.
We had lunch at Pizza Hut. The very nice waiter let us get the buffet even though we were a tiny bit too late. We tipped him well (for students.) And at Starbucks we had the BIGGEST cups of tea EVER!!! How wonderful.
Couldn't find any accessories to go with the beautiful shoes for the party, but I still have a week. However upon my return home, I had a letter from Grandma and Granddad in which they had included "a little something towards party expenses." This little something was, in fact, £100! Rather more than little I'd say, but wonderfully so. I love my grandparents - they really are the most generous people I know. So we're going to get some nice decorations and balloons. Not sure what else though.
Ladies' night has been postponed for various reasons. One being that we couldn't get through to the darned cinema! Going to the cinema this afternoon with the boys though which will be nice. Pity about Ladies' night though :(
I'm meant to be doing some work now. But then, I'm always meant to be doing something else when I'm sat here writing :) We have our performance on Tuesday. It's all about how the government manipulate the media in order to manipulate the general public. Not sure how enthused I am about it yet though. And we have to write a critique of it, so I'm going to get going on that.
Ciao for now
Jo and I were discussing our own insanity and the fact that we can talk for hours without actually saying anything. I tend to repeat whatever Jo has just said, and then she will sing it back to me. Or we add extra syllables into words - Cuppa-m-tea; tuna-m-fish etc. Ultra bizarre, I know, but fun.
We had lunch at Pizza Hut. The very nice waiter let us get the buffet even though we were a tiny bit too late. We tipped him well (for students.) And at Starbucks we had the BIGGEST cups of tea EVER!!! How wonderful.
Couldn't find any accessories to go with the beautiful shoes for the party, but I still have a week. However upon my return home, I had a letter from Grandma and Granddad in which they had included "a little something towards party expenses." This little something was, in fact, £100! Rather more than little I'd say, but wonderfully so. I love my grandparents - they really are the most generous people I know. So we're going to get some nice decorations and balloons. Not sure what else though.
Ladies' night has been postponed for various reasons. One being that we couldn't get through to the darned cinema! Going to the cinema this afternoon with the boys though which will be nice. Pity about Ladies' night though :(
I'm meant to be doing some work now. But then, I'm always meant to be doing something else when I'm sat here writing :) We have our performance on Tuesday. It's all about how the government manipulate the media in order to manipulate the general public. Not sure how enthused I am about it yet though. And we have to write a critique of it, so I'm going to get going on that.
Ciao for now
Friday, May 28, 2004
Shoes
I bought some incredibly beautiful shoes yesterday. Red stilettoes. They are truly lovely. And I'm terrified of falling over in them. Got them from Dorothy Perkins in the sale, so I can't find a picture of them on the internet. These, however, are the most beautiful shoes in the world. I think they are amazing. I want them in either the green or in blue, but the shop didn't have them, so I'm going to wait and get them to go with my graduation ball dress (no.5235). I haven't decided on the dress colour yet. It'll either be dark navy with a blackwatch tartan panel at the back, or deep purple with a bright pink panel. The Blue shoes would go with either, green with the navy/tartan. Can't wait. Anna's going to make that for me.
Jo's taking me out for lunch in Southampton today. Because I'm lovely, apparently. Bless her.
Must do some work now...
Jo's taking me out for lunch in Southampton today. Because I'm lovely, apparently. Bless her.
Must do some work now...
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Terrifying!!!
SO, I had the most terrifying experience of my life last night. There I am, getting ready for bed, when I turn round and there he is, staring at me, sat on my bed, just staring at me. I had a choice. I could either catch him and chuck him out of the window, hoping that no-one was outside to see me so scantily clad, or I could put my pyjamas on first. I went for the pyjamas and the blighter ran down the side of my bed next to the wall. He was enormous. I was petrified. Was he the same spider I had bravely removed from Jennie's room last week? I was sure he was bigger. But then the other girls had found him in their rooms too. So clearly throwing him outside doesn't work. The evil thing just finds ways of getting back in! I ran up to Clare's room and tried to get her help, but my room is too much of a mess - He could have been anywhere. I slept on Clare's floor last night, rather than risk that thing crawling all over me. Urgh! I was such a wimp! I hope he dies in my room. Then I don't have to deal with him when I get home from shoe shopping...
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Wild at Heart
Reading a FANTASTIC book at the moment. Wild at Heart by John Eldredge. It's brilliant. It's about challenging men to live up to the heart God has given them, a heart of wildness and strength, not the pansy heart that society and a wrong idea of Christianity seems to be forcing upon them. It also shows women what men should be and why they do things they do. It's so hard for me to explain how fantastically brilliant this book is - you'll have to read it for yourself and find out what I'm trying to say. I'd rather be at home reading it than be in college in the hot stuffy library. Not only does it tell about men, it helps to give us a better picture of God too, by showing how the hearts of men and women are like the Heart of God. It's also brilliant because it gives me permission to feel the way I feel. For instance I've always felt a bit bad about wanting someone to think I am beautiful, because surely I should just believe I am because God made me. But Eldredge points out that women are made with the desire to be the beauty and to desperately want a man who will see them as that and will be their hero. I always excused myself before by saying I'm over-romantic, and also needy, but NO, that's wrong. God made me to want those things and He made men to want to be those things - adventurers, heroes etc. WOW!!! Buy it, read it, share it and read it again.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Nearing the end
It's all very sad. Last night was my last CU meeting, as a student here at least, and this morning was my final lecture. Although it wasn't actually a lecture, it was a rehearsal, and if I'd known that I would have paid more attention to all the other lectures. I'm not sure I want to be a grown up. I've been in education for 3 quarters of my life and I've quite enjoyed it really. I'll be doing a course next year as part of my work at Christchurch, but it's really not the same. My housemates are all going travelling next year - I have a job. Boy, the youngest in the house and the first to be a proper grown up. All this is tying in with the end of Friends. Everything I'm used to is coming to an end. Sob. I feel like I'm the one getting my own show though (a la Joey)because I'm staying in Winchester and they're all disappearing off. Hmm...
Monday, May 24, 2004
The Weekend
FANTASTIC!!!
Had a really cool time on Time Out. Learnt lots from Gemma's bro who spoke. The thing that really made me think was how God doesn't ask us to do things that we can't do, anything He asks is possible. So, the fact that I'm nervous about next year is based on my own human fear, but I can be sure in the knowledge that I will be able to do what God has asked me to do because He will give me His help. How cool is that?! Also realised that my prayer life is nowhere near good enough. I'm wanting to be in relationship with God, but I'm not putting the effort in, so no wonder I find things tough.
We went to the beach on Saturday and it was beautiful. Went in the sea and got soaked, but that's another story :) I sat on a big wooden thing in an attempt to dry out and not get covered in sand (didn't work, but again, another story.) and looked out at the sea. It struck me that the sea is like God. So big and full of life, and amazingly beautiful, but at the same time powerful and strong and it can kill you. We've been learning about the fear of the Lord recently, and I think I finally understood on Saturday. Like the sea, you have to respect it because it is powerful and you have to be sensible and obey the rules because the sea has the power to take you so far out. It's only safe if you're sensible. It's similar to God. He is amazing and beautiful and loving and full of life, but we have to fear Him with respect and honour because He is not safe. Read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. C.S.Lewis puts it so well when he writes about Aslan: "Who said anything about safe? ’Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King I tell you."
"I’m longing to see him," said Peter, "even if I do feel frightened when it comes to the point.
And: "But as for Aslan himself, the Beavers and the children didn’t know what to do or say when they saw him. People who have not been in Narnia sometimes think that a thing cannot be good and terrible at the same time. If the children had ever thought so, they were cured of it now. For when they tried to look at Aslan’s face they just caught a glimpse of the golden mane and the great, royal, solemn, overwhelming eyes; and then they found they couldn’t look at him and went all trembly."
Like the sea - God is good and terrible at the same time.
Played a highly fun game over the weekend which basically entailed me taking Andy's belongings when he left them lying around. Great entertainment and a free pint from that. But the fun did turn violent at one point. I've forgiven the violent little mongrel though and I clearly taught him a little patience :) I have injuries, so the weekend was clearly brilliant. Got a little teary on the train home as I remembered that it was my last Time Out but I like to blame that on the tiredness. I was sat with boys after all. And my jumpers smell of boy, because being a girl, and therefore sensible, I had the foresight to take jumpers with me. Will did not. So I graciously lent him both over the course of the weekend, and one of them spent the night in the boys' room. Yuck, boy smell. I realised why the boys don't let me join in with all their games - I am the Super Grass and tell on them. I have to learn to behave!
Had a really cool time on Time Out. Learnt lots from Gemma's bro who spoke. The thing that really made me think was how God doesn't ask us to do things that we can't do, anything He asks is possible. So, the fact that I'm nervous about next year is based on my own human fear, but I can be sure in the knowledge that I will be able to do what God has asked me to do because He will give me His help. How cool is that?! Also realised that my prayer life is nowhere near good enough. I'm wanting to be in relationship with God, but I'm not putting the effort in, so no wonder I find things tough.
We went to the beach on Saturday and it was beautiful. Went in the sea and got soaked, but that's another story :) I sat on a big wooden thing in an attempt to dry out and not get covered in sand (didn't work, but again, another story.) and looked out at the sea. It struck me that the sea is like God. So big and full of life, and amazingly beautiful, but at the same time powerful and strong and it can kill you. We've been learning about the fear of the Lord recently, and I think I finally understood on Saturday. Like the sea, you have to respect it because it is powerful and you have to be sensible and obey the rules because the sea has the power to take you so far out. It's only safe if you're sensible. It's similar to God. He is amazing and beautiful and loving and full of life, but we have to fear Him with respect and honour because He is not safe. Read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. C.S.Lewis puts it so well when he writes about Aslan: "Who said anything about safe? ’Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King I tell you."
"I’m longing to see him," said Peter, "even if I do feel frightened when it comes to the point.
And: "But as for Aslan himself, the Beavers and the children didn’t know what to do or say when they saw him. People who have not been in Narnia sometimes think that a thing cannot be good and terrible at the same time. If the children had ever thought so, they were cured of it now. For when they tried to look at Aslan’s face they just caught a glimpse of the golden mane and the great, royal, solemn, overwhelming eyes; and then they found they couldn’t look at him and went all trembly."
Like the sea - God is good and terrible at the same time.
Played a highly fun game over the weekend which basically entailed me taking Andy's belongings when he left them lying around. Great entertainment and a free pint from that. But the fun did turn violent at one point. I've forgiven the violent little mongrel though and I clearly taught him a little patience :) I have injuries, so the weekend was clearly brilliant. Got a little teary on the train home as I remembered that it was my last Time Out but I like to blame that on the tiredness. I was sat with boys after all. And my jumpers smell of boy, because being a girl, and therefore sensible, I had the foresight to take jumpers with me. Will did not. So I graciously lent him both over the course of the weekend, and one of them spent the night in the boys' room. Yuck, boy smell. I realised why the boys don't let me join in with all their games - I am the Super Grass and tell on them. I have to learn to behave!
Friday, May 21, 2004
Summer
Toffer stole my jumper. Even though it's a privately educated jumper, and private education goes against all that he believes to be fair. He was cold apparently. And admittedly it was quite chilly out, especially after the past few days have been incredibly hot. So, like the gentleman he ought to be, I handed over my rugby top and then proceeded to laugh at for him for wearing a girl's jumper. He ignored the mocking, so I put a message on the college intranet about it. Muhahaha!!!
The sun has come out now though and it looks like it'll be another scorcher of a day. I would like a nice cool breeze, but this is England, the weather is never how we would like it. I like rain, but then everyone else would be miserable. My legs could be a danger to summer drivers - the sun shines on my legs, the sheer whiteness of them blinds everyone around, and before I know it cars are swerving all over the place. Maybe I should fake tan for the sake of road safety?
We're going away this evening for the Christian Union weekend away. Very much looking forward to it, but it will be my last one. V.sad. I remember my first. We went to Bournemouth and I fell off a climbing frame. That was when I first made friends with Jo. 2 years of friendship and we're best friends all because of Xtreme death fall, copious cups of tea, Comedy and a few relationship issues. And to think, before that I always thought she was just the girl who walked past my house and never smiled. How wrong I was! I laugh more with Jo than with a lot of other people. But she's not going this weekend. There's a really good guy speaking at her church on Sunday so she's staying to hear him. I will miss her. But, I'll hang out with the boys, so that will be fun too.
The sun has come out now though and it looks like it'll be another scorcher of a day. I would like a nice cool breeze, but this is England, the weather is never how we would like it. I like rain, but then everyone else would be miserable. My legs could be a danger to summer drivers - the sun shines on my legs, the sheer whiteness of them blinds everyone around, and before I know it cars are swerving all over the place. Maybe I should fake tan for the sake of road safety?
We're going away this evening for the Christian Union weekend away. Very much looking forward to it, but it will be my last one. V.sad. I remember my first. We went to Bournemouth and I fell off a climbing frame. That was when I first made friends with Jo. 2 years of friendship and we're best friends all because of Xtreme death fall, copious cups of tea, Comedy and a few relationship issues. And to think, before that I always thought she was just the girl who walked past my house and never smiled. How wrong I was! I laugh more with Jo than with a lot of other people. But she's not going this weekend. There's a really good guy speaking at her church on Sunday so she's staying to hear him. I will miss her. But, I'll hang out with the boys, so that will be fun too.
Monday, May 17, 2004
Phew
Nowhere near as bad as I anticipated. I said what I needed to say, but not in the way I thought I would. That's what comes from praying desperately beforehand. And we're friends again. There were promises of change and I look forward to their fulfillment :)
God is Good
So, when God starts moving satan doesn't like it and starts fighting back. Good things have been going on in my house, with two of my housemates coming to church, and one of them coming to prayer meetings and a baptism, and saying she would like to get baptised one day. It's so EXCITING!!! I've been praying for this for the whole time I've known these guys and just when I'd started to give up hope and think I'd failed God reminded me that He is in charge and WOW! Praise the Lord I say :) But like I said, the devil's giving me a hard time over it. I know with God's strength I'll pull through and it won't seem so bad later on, but I'm being hit right at my weak point - friends and confrontation. I feel like I'm being bullied by a friend and it's crappy, but God's got it sorted, thank goodness.
Doing Cell evangelism tomorrow evening - I'm cooking, and it looks like Andy and I are doing the talk too - scary, but exciting too, so I'm off to sort that out now, and then I get to have a really nice chat (Yes, I'm being sarcastic) with the bully.
Doing Cell evangelism tomorrow evening - I'm cooking, and it looks like Andy and I are doing the talk too - scary, but exciting too, so I'm off to sort that out now, and then I get to have a really nice chat (Yes, I'm being sarcastic) with the bully.
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Catch up
Ok, so I haven't posted for 3 days. Very sorry. There's a lot been going on that I can't really write about and I just wasn't in the mood for writing it anyway. I always thought that bullying was something that only happened at school, so imagine how I feel when I realise that someone I was friends with has actually been bullying me for a while. I say realise because she managed to hide it very well. Basically I'm made to feel bad for good things that happen to me: having other friends, having a job after I graduate, writing essays well, and it goes on. It took some big stuff for me to realise I've been manipulated and made to feel guilty far too much. And I'm not going to take it anymore. I've been bullied enough in my life to know what's going on even if she doesn't realise what she's doing. Just have to find a way to let her know all this.
Yet another friend who has gone mad! I am going to wear a health warning: WARNING Friendship with this girl may be hazardous to the state of your mental health and sanity!
Still haven't finished my critique! Meant to be doing that now but I really can't be bothered :)
Actually, better had do it then I can get it over with and have a fun night in with Nic.
Went to see Rie last night. We had a really lovely time. I miss her lots so it was fab to spend time with just her. And Aunty Hazel gave me lovely food so I was very happy.
Yet another friend who has gone mad! I am going to wear a health warning: WARNING Friendship with this girl may be hazardous to the state of your mental health and sanity!
Still haven't finished my critique! Meant to be doing that now but I really can't be bothered :)
Actually, better had do it then I can get it over with and have a fun night in with Nic.
Went to see Rie last night. We had a really lovely time. I miss her lots so it was fab to spend time with just her. And Aunty Hazel gave me lovely food so I was very happy.
Monday, May 10, 2004
Nice things
Two people said I looked pretty today. One was someone I hardly know and the other was someone I'm not getting on with. Bizarre, but nice.
Dress Shopping
I hate shopping. A lot. The number of times I've cried in the changing room because I can't find anything that fits! Nic and I went looking for a party dress for me today, but no luck. I need something for our birthday party in June. She has a beautiful dress which I have refused to look at until I can promise myself I won't be jealous.
I cannot find a dress, as designers seem to think that anyone over a size 18 does not want to look nice. I was clearly getting ideas above my station and should be happy with leggings, or a tent! It's appalling, it really is. And I refuse to wear my usual black cocktail dress because I always wear it and black is dull, and last time I wore it was in our dreadful production of The Importance of Being Earnest. Not so bad I hear you say, but I watched myself on the video and I actually looked like a WHALE!!! If only the doctors could work out what's wrong with me and find a way of helping me to lose weight, but it looks like I'm going to be huge for life.
Nic's just had an idea - Shoes. How about if I found some really nice shoes, would I wear the black dress then? It's possible. If my legs looked alright I might be happier. And shoes are easier to buy - they actually fit.
Hohum. It's all a touch irritating. I'm hoping I'll get some happier posts done soon. When I stop feeling sorry for myself. Group meeting this afternoon in the pub. Clare and I have made sandwiches because we can't afford to buy lunch! And I'm going to have to be civil and professional with a certain unkind person. Darn!
And it's Patrick's birthday today. I would have bought him a present, but he's in Greece. Still. For the next 4 months at least. And I miss him. Can't just call him. He's lost his phone anyway, wally!
Oops, I'm going to be late for the old meeting...
I cannot find a dress, as designers seem to think that anyone over a size 18 does not want to look nice. I was clearly getting ideas above my station and should be happy with leggings, or a tent! It's appalling, it really is. And I refuse to wear my usual black cocktail dress because I always wear it and black is dull, and last time I wore it was in our dreadful production of The Importance of Being Earnest. Not so bad I hear you say, but I watched myself on the video and I actually looked like a WHALE!!! If only the doctors could work out what's wrong with me and find a way of helping me to lose weight, but it looks like I'm going to be huge for life.
Nic's just had an idea - Shoes. How about if I found some really nice shoes, would I wear the black dress then? It's possible. If my legs looked alright I might be happier. And shoes are easier to buy - they actually fit.
Hohum. It's all a touch irritating. I'm hoping I'll get some happier posts done soon. When I stop feeling sorry for myself. Group meeting this afternoon in the pub. Clare and I have made sandwiches because we can't afford to buy lunch! And I'm going to have to be civil and professional with a certain unkind person. Darn!
And it's Patrick's birthday today. I would have bought him a present, but he's in Greece. Still. For the next 4 months at least. And I miss him. Can't just call him. He's lost his phone anyway, wally!
Oops, I'm going to be late for the old meeting...
Sunday, May 09, 2004
Flies
I hate them. Flying insects - yuk! It's greenfly season, so there's millions of them, flying around, getting in my hair and my eyes and my mouth. And they're not just greenflies, there are bizarre pale blue ones too. Hideous. They make me feel all gross and itchy!!!!
Saturday, May 08, 2004
Madness!!!
Realised recently that all my friends go mad. There, let that be a warning to you, don't be friends with me unless you are absolutely certain of your sanity and the health of your mind.
Let's see...
We have one who pretended to be pregnant, complete with prgenant belly body suit.
One who makes me feel bad about having friends and being happy.
A horrible one who snaps at me, makes unfunny jokes and ignores me for hours on end without seeing that there's anything wrong in that.
I could go on, but I won't - I'm boring myself!
Jo is convinced it's not me but boys. Boys are to blame for almost everything that goes wrong. I am inclined to partially agree with her, but only partially. I met up for coffee with Jo this morning. That was nice cos I don't get to see her when she's on teaching practice. Her housemate has gone mad - I tried to take responsibility for that one too, but Jo said it wasn't my fault. I'll show her.
I am supposed to be writing my critique, but I don't think I can be bothered.
Nearly cried yesterday walking home from church. I really shouldn't walk anywhere on my own - I think too much. I was thinking about how unfair some things are, like the fact that I prayed that my friend would get a boyfriend and that I would be happy to put my happiness before hers, and now that she has one she's treating me like dog-doo. At least if I hadn't prayed then it wouldn't hurt quite so much. Oh well, "give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:18. And I was thinking about just how much I want to get married and have babies. Very very very much to be precise. I need to be patient and wait for God's perfect timing. I always thought I was good at being patient, but clearly I'm not. Humph!
Now I'm going to find some books to write my critique. Hurrah!
Let's see...
We have one who pretended to be pregnant, complete with prgenant belly body suit.
One who makes me feel bad about having friends and being happy.
A horrible one who snaps at me, makes unfunny jokes and ignores me for hours on end without seeing that there's anything wrong in that.
I could go on, but I won't - I'm boring myself!
Jo is convinced it's not me but boys. Boys are to blame for almost everything that goes wrong. I am inclined to partially agree with her, but only partially. I met up for coffee with Jo this morning. That was nice cos I don't get to see her when she's on teaching practice. Her housemate has gone mad - I tried to take responsibility for that one too, but Jo said it wasn't my fault. I'll show her.
I am supposed to be writing my critique, but I don't think I can be bothered.
Nearly cried yesterday walking home from church. I really shouldn't walk anywhere on my own - I think too much. I was thinking about how unfair some things are, like the fact that I prayed that my friend would get a boyfriend and that I would be happy to put my happiness before hers, and now that she has one she's treating me like dog-doo. At least if I hadn't prayed then it wouldn't hurt quite so much. Oh well, "give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:18. And I was thinking about just how much I want to get married and have babies. Very very very much to be precise. I need to be patient and wait for God's perfect timing. I always thought I was good at being patient, but clearly I'm not. Humph!
Now I'm going to find some books to write my critique. Hurrah!
Friday, May 07, 2004
The Aftermath
I got back around midday and the house was fine - nothing destroyed, no funny smells, all ok. And the girls were in Nic's room chatting - I was just in time to hear the drunken tales. Some funny ones, some about sick - yuck! Then we watched the video. Hilarious. I much prefer hearing about the parties to actually going to them :)
Going to help clear up at church after one of the kids' groups. They're having a type of Alpha course for the 11-14 year olds but the time gets taken up by clearing away, so I'm going to help. It'll serve as an opportunity to get to know more people before I start working there in September too.
Nic's sleeping now, so I'll go. Using her computer and don't want to keep the little hungover one awake. Bless.
Going to help clear up at church after one of the kids' groups. They're having a type of Alpha course for the 11-14 year olds but the time gets taken up by clearing away, so I'm going to help. It'll serve as an opportunity to get to know more people before I start working there in September too.
Nic's sleeping now, so I'll go. Using her computer and don't want to keep the little hungover one awake. Bless.
Gooseberry
There is nothing worse than playing gooseberry. I'd rather be locked in a room with a hundred pigeons than with a couple who can't keep their hands and lips off each other. Goodness, it's embarassing for a start, and then it's downright rude, especially if you're the only other person in the room. Not only does it make me feel uncomfortable, but it makes me even more aware of just how single I am!!!
I managed to read 13 chapters of War and Peace yesterday in order to avoid being a gooseberry. It's a good book, I'm enjoying it, but I'm only on chapter 19 - still got a long way to go :) Ali's reading it too, but I'm way ahead of him due to yesterday's reading. It's good to have someone to discuss the book with too.
Watched Schindler's List last night. AMAZING film!!! I wept through just about most of it. I was so moved by the images of all those people. The Holocaust has always upset me before, and the images I've seen in books have made me cry, but this film made me see it all more clearly. It was like a constant barrage of sadness. And so beautiful. I love the fact it was in black and white. The little girl in the red coat, wow. And it's a true story which got me even more. I was silent when it ended. Had to wipe all my tears away too. I was watching it with others but felt like I was watching it alone. All I wanted was a hug, a human touch, to make it a little more bearable, but nothing. Quite unlike The Passion actually. You'd think I'd want something then, but it was about my own personal grief and my own response to Jesus' death, and I knew I had to deal with it alone. Plus I hate people seeing me cry! So it's weird that I'd want a hug during Schindler's List. Hmm, something to think about.
I managed to read 13 chapters of War and Peace yesterday in order to avoid being a gooseberry. It's a good book, I'm enjoying it, but I'm only on chapter 19 - still got a long way to go :) Ali's reading it too, but I'm way ahead of him due to yesterday's reading. It's good to have someone to discuss the book with too.
Watched Schindler's List last night. AMAZING film!!! I wept through just about most of it. I was so moved by the images of all those people. The Holocaust has always upset me before, and the images I've seen in books have made me cry, but this film made me see it all more clearly. It was like a constant barrage of sadness. And so beautiful. I love the fact it was in black and white. The little girl in the red coat, wow. And it's a true story which got me even more. I was silent when it ended. Had to wipe all my tears away too. I was watching it with others but felt like I was watching it alone. All I wanted was a hug, a human touch, to make it a little more bearable, but nothing. Quite unlike The Passion actually. You'd think I'd want something then, but it was about my own personal grief and my own response to Jesus' death, and I knew I had to deal with it alone. Plus I hate people seeing me cry! So it's weird that I'd want a hug during Schindler's List. Hmm, something to think about.
Thursday, May 06, 2004
Panic Over!
Phew! We got an extra week to do the critique. It was all quite exciting really - but flippin' annoying as well. In the end Tim went down to the lecturer and had a right old go at him, and made sure that he phoned the module co-ordinator and it all got sorted out so we had an extra week. Super Tim!!! And we are all relieved, especially Natalie and myself as we were supposed to be having a Day of Fun. And we did. We watched Sleeping Beauty and then Robin Hood, and much fun was had by all. We've also eaten quite a bit of chocolate and Becky's animal biscuits.
Oo-de-lally!!! Oo-de-lally!!! Golly, what a day!!!
And I've worked out just why I've shouted at too many people and had an awfully large amount of arguments over the past few days - the Curse!!!!
And I miss my Jo. She's on teaching practice till the end of term so I can't have frequent cups of Tea with her, or sing silly songs, or talk about how stupid boys are. :(
Oo-de-lally!!! Oo-de-lally!!! Golly, what a day!!!
And I've worked out just why I've shouted at too many people and had an awfully large amount of arguments over the past few days - the Curse!!!!
And I miss my Jo. She's on teaching practice till the end of term so I can't have frequent cups of Tea with her, or sing silly songs, or talk about how stupid boys are. :(
Oh dear!
I popped into the library on the offchance that I might have something interesting in my inbox - I did. Far too interesting for my liking. Apparently the critique I'm supposed to write for my Group Project performance is due in tomorrow. Yes, that's 8 days after the performance, and only 3 days after dissertation day. Yet another example of the appalling organisational skills of King Alfred's Winchester!!! It's not too much of a problem, only 1500 words which after the 10000 words of fun is absolutely nothing, but it's the principle of the thing. Plus my housemates are having a party tonight so the 2 who have to do their critiques are going to have a bit of a problem.
The party's a post-dissertation one, and everyone has to come dressed as the subject of their dissertation. I have the perfect plan to get out of going. They know I hate the parties, so it's not too big a deal if I'm not there. But, as I wrote about Comedy's relationship with Christianity, I have decided to go as God - I'll be there, they just won't be able to see me! Which in real terms means I won't be there. I'll be at Natalie's watching Schindler's List. Or writing my critique.
Darn, I suppose I'd better get going and do some more work. No rest for the wicked, eh!
The party's a post-dissertation one, and everyone has to come dressed as the subject of their dissertation. I have the perfect plan to get out of going. They know I hate the parties, so it's not too big a deal if I'm not there. But, as I wrote about Comedy's relationship with Christianity, I have decided to go as God - I'll be there, they just won't be able to see me! Which in real terms means I won't be there. I'll be at Natalie's watching Schindler's List. Or writing my critique.
Darn, I suppose I'd better get going and do some more work. No rest for the wicked, eh!
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Lazy
Had a proper argument with Andy last night as he was walking me home from Cell. He asked my opinion about something, which I gave. Unfortunately he didn't agree, and started to argue about it. I had a rant in return and then he threatened to leave me to walk home alone. I said, "Fine!" He turned to walk away, and was back again in 2 seconds. I knew he wouldn't leave. But his excuse was that he'd never hear the end of it from me. I told him not to make out that I'm a moron. We had silence for a while, but I still let him come in for a cup of Tea.
That boy makes me so angry sometimes. I don't get angry that often, but recently, it's been him that's caused it more often than not. GRRRRRRR!!!
I apologised badly via text message and got no reply. Probably because I said he makes me more angry than anyone else. It's a good job I can tell Andy when he annoys me, otherwise we'd be in constant silence. Sent a proper apology this morning - got a 'no worries' so all's good.
Considering doing my food shopping online, but it would actually cost more due to the delivery charge. Unless of course I chose to spend over £40 and then they'd deliver it for free. I however, being a student, cannot afford to spend £40 on my shopping so I'm just going to have to fight my laziness and walk into town. Iceland deals, here I come!
Beth's coming round for tea. That'll be nice - we haven't had any quality time for ages. Then it's Apres Bop tonight, handing out free Pizza to all the drunkards on their way home from the Union. Love it!
That boy makes me so angry sometimes. I don't get angry that often, but recently, it's been him that's caused it more often than not. GRRRRRRR!!!
I apologised badly via text message and got no reply. Probably because I said he makes me more angry than anyone else. It's a good job I can tell Andy when he annoys me, otherwise we'd be in constant silence. Sent a proper apology this morning - got a 'no worries' so all's good.
Considering doing my food shopping online, but it would actually cost more due to the delivery charge. Unless of course I chose to spend over £40 and then they'd deliver it for free. I however, being a student, cannot afford to spend £40 on my shopping so I'm just going to have to fight my laziness and walk into town. Iceland deals, here I come!
Beth's coming round for tea. That'll be nice - we haven't had any quality time for ages. Then it's Apres Bop tonight, handing out free Pizza to all the drunkards on their way home from the Union. Love it!
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Dave
Well, he did it! He handed it in, just in time. And only because I helped him a lot. Bless him, poor little Dave. He did work hard at the end, it was simply the not doing any work at the beginning that nearly ruined him. He's gone to bed now, for a good long time I hope. He's only had 5 hours sleep in the last 3 days apparently, and he looks like it!!! He'll soon be back on his feet and annoying us all again :)
D-Day
No, not the real one, Dissertation Hand-in Day. Yes, that's right I've handed it in, and feel quite happy that I have done so. However there were not the fireworks and singing that I expected when I handed my beautifully bound copies of the 10000 words of fun over the counter. Disappointing, but it was raining, so that could explain it...
Sat helping my housemate to finish his - he has 1 hour left before it needs to be handed in - everyone I know is praying. Boy, I thought the stress had ended, but clearly not. I'll keep you updated :)
Sat helping my housemate to finish his - he has 1 hour left before it needs to be handed in - everyone I know is praying. Boy, I thought the stress had ended, but clearly not. I'll keep you updated :)
Saturday, May 01, 2004
My dissertation acknowledgements
Not to us, O LORD, but to you goes all the glory.
Psalm 115:1,9,18
First of all, I would like to thank Jesus, “For I can do everything with the help of Christ who gives me the strength I need.” Philippians 4:13. Without you I would have fallen at the first hurdle. You provided for me in every instance, and I am forever grateful for your love.
Thank you so much to…
Stevie Simkin, for reading my work, and replying to my numerous emails, and guiding me in the right direction.
My housemates
Jennie, you cleaned up so I didn’t have to and hugged me when I needed to be hugged.
Clare, you came up with the fab title and kept my mind off the stress with your amusing computer problems.
Nic, you’ve been there, on the other side of the wall, encouraging me and cheering me up, and listening to my grumblings.
Tom, thanks for the brief loan of your laptop, and for the help with Mary Whitehouse.
Dave, what can I say? You made me feel better about writing this, and your antics always serve to cheer me up.
The Theologians
Andy, you have helped me so much with my theology, and you provided company by sitting down and watching the films with me. I am incredibly grateful.
Nathan, thank you for your encouragement, and did you know? Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.
Christian Dramatist and Theologian Elizabeth Robinson, and her alter-ego, Towny Bev, innit!
David Williams, you have given me a job which took my mind away from stressing about next year, thank you.
My Parents
Daddy, thank you for reminding me that, “crying won’t get your dissertation written!”
Mum, thanks for telling me all about your degree and for all your prayers.
The Book Lenders
Will and Eli for The Simpsons stuff; Mike for your unfortunately unused Father Ted scripts; Andy for Questions of Life.
Sustenance
Ryan, you bought me a bowl of salad – I would have starved to death without it.
Natalie, thank you for the use of your catering card, without which I would have cried a lot more!
Jo. I love you – thank you for plying me with Tea and thereby ensuring my sanity.
Cell
Emily, Andy, Tamsin, Amy, James, Gareth, AJ, Emma and Kirsty, thank you for cheering me up every Tuesday and for all your prayers.
And to everyone else who did anything for me, and to all those who prayed for me.
Psalm 115:1,9,18
First of all, I would like to thank Jesus, “For I can do everything with the help of Christ who gives me the strength I need.” Philippians 4:13. Without you I would have fallen at the first hurdle. You provided for me in every instance, and I am forever grateful for your love.
Thank you so much to…
Stevie Simkin, for reading my work, and replying to my numerous emails, and guiding me in the right direction.
My housemates
Jennie, you cleaned up so I didn’t have to and hugged me when I needed to be hugged.
Clare, you came up with the fab title and kept my mind off the stress with your amusing computer problems.
Nic, you’ve been there, on the other side of the wall, encouraging me and cheering me up, and listening to my grumblings.
Tom, thanks for the brief loan of your laptop, and for the help with Mary Whitehouse.
Dave, what can I say? You made me feel better about writing this, and your antics always serve to cheer me up.
The Theologians
Andy, you have helped me so much with my theology, and you provided company by sitting down and watching the films with me. I am incredibly grateful.
Nathan, thank you for your encouragement, and did you know? Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.
Christian Dramatist and Theologian Elizabeth Robinson, and her alter-ego, Towny Bev, innit!
David Williams, you have given me a job which took my mind away from stressing about next year, thank you.
My Parents
Daddy, thank you for reminding me that, “crying won’t get your dissertation written!”
Mum, thanks for telling me all about your degree and for all your prayers.
The Book Lenders
Will and Eli for The Simpsons stuff; Mike for your unfortunately unused Father Ted scripts; Andy for Questions of Life.
Sustenance
Ryan, you bought me a bowl of salad – I would have starved to death without it.
Natalie, thank you for the use of your catering card, without which I would have cried a lot more!
Jo. I love you – thank you for plying me with Tea and thereby ensuring my sanity.
Cell
Emily, Andy, Tamsin, Amy, James, Gareth, AJ, Emma and Kirsty, thank you for cheering me up every Tuesday and for all your prayers.
And to everyone else who did anything for me, and to all those who prayed for me.
Update
Ok, so I've sorted my bibliography - 37 books, and a similar amount of websites, and I've actually read at least a chapter from each book!!!! Now it's time to read through. Wow!
Grrrrrrr...
I'm at the library and it's just gone 10am - surprisingly late for me, but then my drunken housemates did keep me awake last night. Grrrrrrrr! They have all finished and handed in their dissertations while I have not. So, they had a 'bit' of a drink last night in celebration, but in their self-centredness they forgot that I still had to get up early this morning to finish my dissertation. You know, they even asked if I wanted to join them in a toast! I politely declined and restrained myself from reminding them that if I had not been helping them out with theirs - fixing printers, sorting out page layouts, helping to make writing less simplistic - then I would probably have been finished by now too. I lay in bed listening to them and plotting how I could really irritate them this morning, banging doors, ringing the landline, putting the radio on loud, running up and down the stairs, but I don't think God really approved. I didn't really approve either, but I was a touch frustrated as I had just prayed before I went to bed that I would stop getting so upset when people don't appreciate me. Then this morning before I could do more than let my bedroom door close with a bang once, I read the following verse...
You must make allowance for each other's faults and forgive the person who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. (Colossians 3:13)
So I tried not to do anything else irritating and now I'm in the library putting off doing work. I have finished writing so it's just a case of proof reading and doing the odd edit here and there and then I can print it and get it bound. So, rant over, I'll get on with it and let you know when I've finished.
And I do love them all. A lot.
You must make allowance for each other's faults and forgive the person who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. (Colossians 3:13)
So I tried not to do anything else irritating and now I'm in the library putting off doing work. I have finished writing so it's just a case of proof reading and doing the odd edit here and there and then I can print it and get it bound. So, rant over, I'll get on with it and let you know when I've finished.
And I do love them all. A lot.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
My mum
Just spoke to my mum on the phone. She said to send her love to everyone - so I am.
Plus she told me that dad went on at her for 10 minutes this morning because she said she'd miss Terry Wogan when he dies. Dad said she wouldn't, because she doesn't even listen to him every morning. And then he asked would she go to the Terry Wogan Appreciation Tribunal?
Mum said she would if she had time - and dad's response was? Ah, you'd be a t*w*a*t then?
How silly!
As mum says, all men have special knees :)
Plus she told me that dad went on at her for 10 minutes this morning because she said she'd miss Terry Wogan when he dies. Dad said she wouldn't, because she doesn't even listen to him every morning. And then he asked would she go to the Terry Wogan Appreciation Tribunal?
Mum said she would if she had time - and dad's response was? Ah, you'd be a t*w*a*t then?
How silly!
As mum says, all men have special knees :)
Things can only get better...
Had a good day with the old dissertation yesterday and I'm feeling slightly more confident. Plus went to a prayer meeting this morning and got some prayer support. Just hoping He wants me to have this finished by tomorrow evening too! Everyone in my house is going a little crazy. We had a bizarre singing session last night when I got back from CU. Songs ranging from "I've got a little baby bumblebee" to "There was an old woman." Most songs we sang just a few verses, but the old woman one made be go a little manic. I forced everyone to sing it all the way through for the reason that I did one of my English GCSEs all those years ago with that darned song stuck in my head simply because I couldn't get past the verse about the bird!!!! I knew I wouldn't sleep if I didn't finish the song.
What does one buy for someone who has helped immensely with one's dissertation? If it was a girl I would buy flowers, but boys are ever so difficult to buy presents for. Any suggestions would be very very very welcome.
Back to the real work now :(
What does one buy for someone who has helped immensely with one's dissertation? If it was a girl I would buy flowers, but boys are ever so difficult to buy presents for. Any suggestions would be very very very welcome.
Back to the real work now :(
Monday, April 26, 2004
Terror
Terror has set in. I have only 3 days until my dissertation has to be finished. And I don't know what I'm doing. That's a lie. I know what I'm doing - I'm panicking. Ok. I'll panic elsewhere, and hopefully I'll write something useful. Hopefully. Jesus will help me. That's good. AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!
So don't get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.
Galatians 6:9
So don't get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.
Galatians 6:9
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
I can't do it!
I think I may give up on my dissertation. I can't do anymore - my mind has gone blank. And I'm poorly. And it's raining outside. Actually the rain is the one thing that is stopping me from just getting up and leaving the library right now. Humph! I'd much prefer to do a few exams than a dissertation. So many of my friends seem to have finished already. But I know I'll finish it, beacause I have to. And I'm sure it'll be good, so there's really no reason to be whingeing, I know. But a girl's got to have a moan every now and again, hasn't she?
So don't get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.
Galatians 6:9
So don't get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.
Galatians 6:9
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Procrastination...
Did you know, a cat has 32 muscles in each ear? Pretty good proof, I think, that cats are the spawn of the devil. Why else would they have, or even need, that many muscles in an ear? Hmmm? And have you ever seen a baby pigeon? No. That's because baby pigeons are in fact wasps. Wasps - flying pieces of evil. Pigeons - bigger flying pieces of evil. Cats - flying pieces of evil that can no longer fly. Yes, that's right. Wasps grow into pigeons which in turn grow into cats. Now, there will be people out there who try to argue that they've seen baby cats. I agree, so have I, but how can we be absolutely certain that the pigeons don't become kittens?
Ok, so I'm trying not to write any more of my dissertation. 5600 words or there about so I don't really have that much more to write, but it's soooooo hard :( But I have to, so cheerio...
So don't get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.
Galatians 6:9
Ok, so I'm trying not to write any more of my dissertation. 5600 words or there about so I don't really have that much more to write, but it's soooooo hard :( But I have to, so cheerio...
So don't get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.
Galatians 6:9
Monday, April 19, 2004
So, it’s quite clear that I have plenty that I ought to be doing, dissertation, rehearsals, etc. because I’ve started becoming slightly crazed, and have taken to staring vacantly at the computer screen, allowing the atmosphere of the library to slowly drain my soul. I hope you enjoy my ramblings. You see, they’re for my sake really, to keep me out of trouble and to allow me a moment or two of sanity. Hard to believe, I understand, but there you have it. As long as I’m writing this I’m not playing ‘feed the 9 mouthed baby’ or ‘text twist’ on www.addictinggames.com; laughing out loud at the biscuit reviews on www.nicecupofteaandasitdown.com and receiving funny looks from the people sat near me; or talking to myself. Actually, scrub that last one – I doubt there’s anything out there that will ever stop me talking to myself! Admittedly, this isn’t helping me to write my dissertation, but I figure I need a quick break from the descent into research hell.
Watched Star wars: Return of the Jedi at the weekend, and was incredibly amused at the fact that Luke Skywalker is only in possession of a mere two facial expressions, those being angry confusion, and surprise. Slightly disappointed that the big fight between Vader and Skywalker wasn’t as big and exciting as it was when I watched it all those years ago – but hey, that’s the peril of getting older and wiser ain’t it.
Ok, slightly concerned at myself now – how come when I’m writing unimportant nonsense the words just flow, but at the mere thought of getting something useful down on paper there is an immediate mental block, and then all the words laugh and run away?
Interesting thought, and one that I shall muse on at a later date. For now, I feel I should return to reality…
Watched Star wars: Return of the Jedi at the weekend, and was incredibly amused at the fact that Luke Skywalker is only in possession of a mere two facial expressions, those being angry confusion, and surprise. Slightly disappointed that the big fight between Vader and Skywalker wasn’t as big and exciting as it was when I watched it all those years ago – but hey, that’s the peril of getting older and wiser ain’t it.
Ok, slightly concerned at myself now – how come when I’m writing unimportant nonsense the words just flow, but at the mere thought of getting something useful down on paper there is an immediate mental block, and then all the words laugh and run away?
Interesting thought, and one that I shall muse on at a later date. For now, I feel I should return to reality…
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