Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

April's Fool

I won't be blogging for a while.

It's like the old saying, if you don't have anything good to say... The truth is, I just can't keep on pretending. Me and you, we don't talk anymore. So maybe if I go away for a while, I'll come back with some good news.

I love you, I'll miss you.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo freaking excited about seeing Frank Turner on Friday!!!

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Arm's Length

It's strange how much I've enjoyed being so detached from my phone. Maybe, on some level, I intentionally left it at Mike's. On the other hand, I have to guess how everyone is since I have pretty much no way of getting in touch with them (since I don't do facebook). Mike informs me I've had a few messages and missed calls (like from Kylie who apparently called me four times on Friday evening before I arrived at work) but no emergencies. He promises he's kept it off most of the time to resist the temptation to send prank messages.

He's so good. If it were the other way around I couldn't promise I'd have been so gracious, heh heh.

So I get my phone back tomorrow just in time to text everyone about Samba day, text Ange about meeting up again and to make my weekly phone call to Vic.

Now I have to go be good and do some Uni work. *Sigh*

Friday, October 17, 2008


So, I'm still trying the whole honesty thing. Wednesday night made me realise that there's nothing wrong with keeping things to yourself. There was this awesome postsecret this week:

And I believe it's true. No one does have time to listen anymore. And who can blame them? Everyone's got their own stuff to worry about and if you take a second to listen to them you can almost instantly figure out what's worrying them.

Oh? You can't? Well, I can. Maybe it's a gift. Or maybe it's the reason I stopped sharing, because I know how much everyone else is suffering too. Or maybe I'm just getting totally off track.

So anyway, here is some honesty for you:

- Honestly, I don't want to blog about yesterday
- Honestly, I had a great time catching up with Ange yesterday
- Honestly, you don't want to know what I think about that. So stop asking.
- Honestly, yesterday I struck inspiration and you nearly ruined it.
- Honestly, I don't have a phone until monday. Or Sunday. Or possibly tomorrow.

- Honestly, I'm not good at this.

Has the word lost all meaning for you too?

Marisa Thomas was distinctly ordinary. So quickly, your eyes would skate over her. Or perhaps that was an art she had perfected, the art of blending in? Indeed, she rarely spoke. The effort to raise her voice, to make herself heard, seemed to be a struggle. But if she was so ordinary, why couldn't I stop watching her?
My eyes catalogued her every move, making her more familiar than my own mind. And slowly I discovered she was anything but normal. Every week her nails were painted a different shade. They were violet the week we studied communism and she only answered when no one else did. Turquoise, when she loaned me a blue biro, so quickly that the lecturer didn't have time to notice how woefully unprepared I was. Emerald, when I finally managed to ask her a direct question.
"Did you get any of this?" I whispered, inclining my head towards the set reading.
She didn't even react. "Yeah," she answered, not even looking at me.
I'd understood it perfectly too, of course.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Its on the days when you feel truly lousy that family really come through for you. And since I can't really tell them all how awesome they are, I figure that I should put the sentiment out into the stratosphere.

Yes, today my freshers flu proceeded from bad to worse. Much worse. Losing my voice worse. Right now I just can't stop sneezing. Seriously, seven sneezes in the space of just typing this post. Or maybe I'm just allergic to blogger?

Just so everyone knows... I hate Foucault. Certain individuals are incredulous at this revelation. Perhaps this is all stems from my love affair with the communist manifesto (it was a totally spiritual experience for me. I just kept nodding and nodding as I read through it. I'm not a communist, I swear. But Marx was pretty cool.) or just the fact that Foucault uses way too many big ole words and I don't have time to them all.

I phoned Vic, as planned, tonight. It was nice to chat about crap with her. I miss chatting about crap. All I ever seem to talk about is other people's situations and academia. Just once its nice to make fun of southerners (sorry southerners, but you say stuff weird).

I can't stop listening to The Shins, dammnit! Someone is going to pay for this addiction!

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Chunks of Change

In these days when no one else is blogging, I must strive to set the example. Even though I'm unsure if I have anything interesting to tell you.

So the freshers flu has finally got me. It was inevitable I suppose since everyone around me has it. I'm suffering a little, but this kitten has to put on a brave face and march off to lecture tomorrow. Can't be any worse than being ill at work all weekend, can it?

I bought the first of my Christmas Presents this weekend!!! (It's Skinny's. For some reason I always tend to buy hers first. Huh.) I'm so proud of myself. I know Christmas is months away and no one hates early Christmas hysteria more than myself, but when you're on such a tight budget (such as I am) you have to think ahead. Plus, I've always had this weird obsession for getting the perfect presents. Or at least trying to. And perfection takes time.

I watched X Factor last night. I was actually impressed with the lack of sob stories. And Diana Vickers is awesome. Who'd of thought, a little indie chick on X Factor? Vote, vote, vote for Diana!!!

Best news all weekend? Uh, the new Twilight Trailer, of course!

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Shaken Weekend

So I never did tell you how last weekend panned out, did I? I guess it was pretty much as I expected, but with more extreme highs and lows than I was expecting.

On Friday we went shopping, which was just good old fun. We also saw Danny. He now has a beard.

We hung out, as planned, at my place on Friday night. This involved muchos Mock the Week, Scattegories and Sparklers:

It got pretty emotional, especially when Markie and Toni said their goodbyes to Vic.

On Saturday I wombled on down to Stoke (Keele) to see my good friend Skinny and watch the Subways at the union. She made fun of my brew preference, I admired her new flat. She forgot her wallet and had to break into her flat block for it, I laughed.

Subways were awesome. Keele was surprisingly awesome too.

And then I landed with a bang. Trying to get home on Sunday was not fun. I was literally in tears at certain points (really, need to stop crying in public. I never used to cry, now I can even do it in front of total strangers!). But when I finally did get home, my sweet older brother and my darling grandmother had a 3 course feast waiting for me! Boy, did I eat well!

Then Monday. Geez, I don't even want to talk about it. So screw it, I just won't. It's not like you need to know anyway. (Thanks to everyone who was nice to me on Monday. You're all angels)

Word Vomit

I got this awesome link from Sam's blog and couldn't resist posting my own

Isn't it cute? Tells me a lot about my own obsessions!

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

To You From Me

I logged onto blogger a few days ago and was greeted with the fact that I could write a post and have it published in the future! How weird, I thought. So now, here I am, writing to the future me!

It’s May 8th and I’m sat on my brothers bed (which has pink sheets on it because he spilled milk all over his boy-blue sheets yesterday morning and I had to wash them for him) listening to Mystery Jets. It is sunny and breezy outside and I have opened all the windows in the house to let it breath in some fresh air. I am far from what I want to be but there’s this lock and key around my neck and it’s a promise that I’m moving in the right direction.

Everyone is out… for once. Well, there is Norman who is asleep in my bedroom. He took off his shirt during the night and now he’s curled up at the end of my bed wearing his jeans from yesterday. He is beautiful in all his peacefulness.

I’m sending this to who I will be in six months. I know that you (me technically, but I’ll address me as you. Confusing.) will be sad that it’s winter and missing the summer months terribly. You’ll be at a tough time of the year and I am wishing you strength and hope. I’m also hoping that’s you’ve gotten off your ass and done a few things:

- Cheer up Toni. She’s had it rough this last year.
- Don’t miss Vic too much. Make the most of your time apart to become a better person, a friend she is proud of.
- Kiss Mike. For God’s sakes. He’s lovely and very good at the old art of kissing. So allow yourself a no-strings-attached make-out sesh, I’m sure he’d be up for it.
- Go see Reuben live. We can’t miss another moment of their excellence while it’s there for the taking.
- Don’t be afraid. Norman and I love you.

And you better be writing! I mean it young lady!

Take care you. Remember, I’m always cheering for you no matter how it might sometimes seem.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Bipolar Winter

There was this little kitten. And she hated water. And one sunny afternoon she was scampering on home to the palace, when suddenly the heavens opened and the poor kitten was drenched to the bone.

Cold and miserable, she wandered home... where a big warm towel and a hot cup of tea was waiting for her.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

The Last Supper

I am determined to enjoy tomorrow. No matter what. Because tomorrow is the last day that I'll hang out with my best friend for a long time. So bring it on, you won't ruin tomorrow.

We all hung out Wednesday too and that was awesome. Vic and I tried baking again and I was much more successful this time. I made some cupcakes (with green icing, of course!) and Vic made these legendary cookies.

I think I'll let the photos speak for themselves.

Did everyone enjoy Never Mind The Buzzcocks? The dancing was just too awesome! And I confess to actually liking Simon's new haircut. Too bad that annoying Adele was on... eugh.