I am so tired right now.
Friday was, as many of you know, my 22nd birthday. I had lots of loverly pressies including some fab clothes, a dvd, a katatonia cd, a bop it, money, a bracelet and some photography stuff that should really help the finished look of my work. Niall got me membership to the AOI (Association of Illustrators) which was pretty amazing and totally unexpected. I had a cool chilled out kinda day with a phonecall from Ktp in india and one from my bro in japan which was a nice suprise. In the evening myself, Niall, my sister and the folks went to TGI Fridays for a slap up meal, but it was full of loud shouting kids that should have been strapped to their seats rather than being left to run wildly around the restaurant. I hate it when parents allow kids to do that, fair enough in a park or something but not in a crowded busy room where people are trying to enjoy a meal. Bastards. However, the food was pretty nice and I even got through half my dessert! We shared a platter between us all to start with, then I had a steak in peppercorn sauce with veggies and cheesy mash, with a "cookie madness" for afters. They even stuck a candle in it for me. Aah.
On saturday morning I drove Niall and Sarah B to our uni house, and met up with Dave, Jonjon, Rfa, and the ladybug. I got even more pressies which was cool. The ladybug got me a nice bracelet, I got choccies and enough drink to last me a whole year, plus Dave got me tickets to see Martin Gretch who I've been desperately waiting to go and see again for ages. He rocks like a bitch. Roll on May 12th!.... After scoffing pizza as best we could, we got all dressed up and set off for a supposedly quick train journey into Notty. Though there was actually a train this time (last time we had to go by coach), this so called 'high speed' service turned a fifteen minute ride into a fifty minute journey, half of which was spent sitting still in the middle of nowhere only to go back in the same direction we came ...... but of course, Mr Blair would much rather we used public transport despite wether or not the so called services actually work. Anyways, we made it into Notty and headed straight for the Pit where I was treated to lots of drinks, including some cocktails of Envy. mmmm mmmm mmmmmmm. At about half ten we went up to Rock City where Mark and Loz joined us a little later on. It was a good night. I was a bit worried about keeping everyone entertained and happy with music and so on, but at the end of the day everyone seemed to find something they enjoyed. I danced around like a maniac for a while which meant I was on bottled water for the rest of the night trying to stay hydrated and cool. We got an hour less in Rock City because of the clocks going forward which was a bit pants but to be honest I was getting pretty tired from all the mad bouncing around so it seemed to work out nicely. Towards the end of the night, I managed to sit in a huge puddle of an unkown liquid substance that soaked through my mini skirt leaving me with a nice wet bum for the taxi journey home. That wasn't very nice, but I think by that point I was so tired I didn't really notice.
So now everyones back home and it's not my birthday anymore. :( I don't feel any older which is good, and I still got I.D'd last night so I obviously still look nice and young. Woohoo. I'm not doing any more work tomorrow either, we're off to see grandparents and things for easter monday so I'll probably catch up on some sleep. I also have to prepare myself mentally for starting work at the end of the week. It's a school holiday club for kids at the school my mum works at. There's plenty of decent kids there who behave okay but there's also some complete wankers that I'm pretty sure have come straight from hell, but I need the money and I'm only working three full days (8-6!!!!) so thats not tooo bad.
Right, I need a good nap... think I'll go cuddle up to Niall and my hoard of easter eggs and sleep for a while. Thanks to all my buddies for making my birthday feel really special. xxxx
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Back in Brum
I have bruises. Three on one leg, two on another and a monster of one on my grazed arm. No ribena stains though... both carpet and sofa survived un-purple-ized, as did my nose. Though I could taste it for a fair few hours afterwards.
So after that day from hell, I made up with Niall. He finally gave me a hug and we were all fine and dandy again. My report was re-jiggled so it looked the same size as everyone elses and sucessfully bound and handed in on time. My doctor told me on friday that my constant headaches and nasty migraines are most likely due to being a great big stresshead and that I should relax over easter. So, following doctors orders like the good girl I am, on friday night I got picked up to come back home to brum.
It's nice to be home, though without my computer I'm getting bored quicker than usual. So bored that I actually did loads of work today. I cut loads of wood... well I say cut but it was more... supervising. I actually stood around while Niall used a loud and menacing jigsaw. But yeah I now have a proper carpeted base for my latest model called 'The Board Room', carrying on the insect theme.
It's also now four days til my birthday. I'm driving back up to Uni house on saturday, meeting some buddies then off to celebrate in Notty. First stop- Pit and the Pendulum of course for a few pitchers of sloth, then on to Rock City. Should be fun, as long as people turn up.
The rest of the holidays will be interspersed (that a word??) with work, trips to "edwards no. 8", getting birthday pressies, and being broke.
So after that day from hell, I made up with Niall. He finally gave me a hug and we were all fine and dandy again. My report was re-jiggled so it looked the same size as everyone elses and sucessfully bound and handed in on time. My doctor told me on friday that my constant headaches and nasty migraines are most likely due to being a great big stresshead and that I should relax over easter. So, following doctors orders like the good girl I am, on friday night I got picked up to come back home to brum.
It's nice to be home, though without my computer I'm getting bored quicker than usual. So bored that I actually did loads of work today. I cut loads of wood... well I say cut but it was more... supervising. I actually stood around while Niall used a loud and menacing jigsaw. But yeah I now have a proper carpeted base for my latest model called 'The Board Room', carrying on the insect theme.
It's also now four days til my birthday. I'm driving back up to Uni house on saturday, meeting some buddies then off to celebrate in Notty. First stop- Pit and the Pendulum of course for a few pitchers of sloth, then on to Rock City. Should be fun, as long as people turn up.
The rest of the holidays will be interspersed (that a word??) with work, trips to "edwards no. 8", getting birthday pressies, and being broke.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
*%?(!& $£*@?< *&!£$?@~**
Today has been utter crap. So crap in fact that I require bullet points.
- Firstly my report's due in tomorrow but I've noticed mine is half the size of everyone elses so I'm panicking to death about this and toying with the possibility of messing with page margins, printing it out again, getting it bound ... all done before tomorrow morning
- I don't think many people will want/can afford to come out for my birthday next saturday
- I had to pay another £30 to our degree fund today, that means a)I've spent about £100 in a mere few days, b) I can't afford to buy any more materials for my projects and c) I'm screwed for paying my rent in a weeks time
- The Evil One, known as Rachel in my class, seems to be furthering her career already by getting interviews for various agencies etc. This sucks. Her work sucks.
- Niall got annoyed at me because I was rightly pissed off when I got back from Uni. All I wanted was a hug. All I got was a fight.
- To top it off, when carrying my dinner out the kitchen I managed to trip over, grazing my arm and spilling the contents of my plate AND a glass of ribena all over the carpet and sofa. Thanks to Dave for helping me clean this up, as I was way to busy trying not to cry and blow the ribena out of my nose. This isn't the first time I've had ribena in my eyes and up my nose.
Roll on tomorrow.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Down Down Deeper and Down...
Ah good ol' Status Quo...
And yeah it IS that bad.
I was feeling better about the whole illustration thing today. I was thinking 'yeah, it will be hard it, it will be VERY tough on the money side of things for a while but I just have to try it because it's what I want to do and I'm good at it, and if it all paid off it would be the best thing in the world '... blah blah blah. I also got my work put up on Graduate Art 2005 and my profile looks all swanky and stuff...
... then I saw my bank balance. And then it dawned on me that I'll be having this same sick feeling every time I see my statement for another x-many years!!!! It sucks starting out and already being in £10'000 worth of debt (thank you kindly Mr Blair. Pillock.).
I wish I was six again. Back then getting 50p was a bit of an occasion and saving up probably stretched to a few quid for some toy. Did you know Munchies now cost 52p?! I remember when they used to be 40p and even then they were the most overpriced chocolate bar in the shop. Boooooooooo for money or lack of, Boooooo for inflation, Booooooooooooooooo for the horrible illustration industry and being self employed, Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Watched a good film the other night called Freeze Frame. It was about a man who had been wrongly accused of murder and as a consequence had taken to filming his every move and cataloging each tape so he always has an alibi. It's really good film and you really feel for the main character, played by standup comic Lee Evans, even though in parts you're not entirely sure if he's innocent or not. It was intriguing and really pulled you into the story. Highly recommended. Since then I haven't done a great deal other than get my hair tidied up, munch through my bulk box of happy hippos, start my next project and experience a complete mental block for an important illustration competition.
Boooooooooooooooo for mental block.
And yeah it IS that bad.
I was feeling better about the whole illustration thing today. I was thinking 'yeah, it will be hard it, it will be VERY tough on the money side of things for a while but I just have to try it because it's what I want to do and I'm good at it, and if it all paid off it would be the best thing in the world '... blah blah blah. I also got my work put up on Graduate Art 2005 and my profile looks all swanky and stuff...
... then I saw my bank balance. And then it dawned on me that I'll be having this same sick feeling every time I see my statement for another x-many years!!!! It sucks starting out and already being in £10'000 worth of debt (thank you kindly Mr Blair. Pillock.).
I wish I was six again. Back then getting 50p was a bit of an occasion and saving up probably stretched to a few quid for some toy. Did you know Munchies now cost 52p?! I remember when they used to be 40p and even then they were the most overpriced chocolate bar in the shop. Boooooooooo for money or lack of, Boooooo for inflation, Booooooooooooooooo for the horrible illustration industry and being self employed, Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Watched a good film the other night called Freeze Frame. It was about a man who had been wrongly accused of murder and as a consequence had taken to filming his every move and cataloging each tape so he always has an alibi. It's really good film and you really feel for the main character, played by standup comic Lee Evans, even though in parts you're not entirely sure if he's innocent or not. It was intriguing and really pulled you into the story. Highly recommended. Since then I haven't done a great deal other than get my hair tidied up, munch through my bulk box of happy hippos, start my next project and experience a complete mental block for an important illustration competition.
Boooooooooooooooo for mental block.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Slinkfectious
I'm spreading. Check out Ru-Isu's fab manga version of me on her blog. It's wicked, got my new boots on and everything. :)
You may or may not have noticed that I've also rejiggled slink's links because some people update more than others. There's a new addition too, in the form of flakester. If that wasn't enough I changed me profile pic AGAIN because ... well I felt like it and no one really cares.
Woohoo.
You may or may not have noticed that I've also rejiggled slink's links because some people update more than others. There's a new addition too, in the form of flakester. If that wasn't enough I changed me profile pic AGAIN because ... well I felt like it and no one really cares.
Woohoo.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
South Parkification
south park me and niall
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I was browsing some blogs today with the good old "next blog" button and came across this, so I pinched it to make my own south park version of myself and niall. I love them. I hope Mr Klink (whose blog I nicked it from) didn't mind me pinching it from his blog, but he does get a lovely link in return. The south park create-a-person thing can be found here.
Bad head.
I've had migraine problems since last night. After going to bed with a mild dull ache in my fore head, I woke up with a splitting headache concentrated on one side of my head and across the back of my eye. I usually get visual disturbances when I get migraine, but this time it just hurt. Alot. So I may be taking it easy the rest of the day, which means no rock night tonight. :( Still, think it's for the best. I probably shouldn't be sitting at the computer really. I skipped going into the studio this morning, but I'll have to pop in after lunch to discuss my next project with my tutor.
Yesterday was spent attending a full day seminar called "How to survive as an Illustrator". I came out of it with the conclusion that I actually probably won't. It was all scary stuff about taxes, self employment, negotiations and finance (thank god I did A level business studies as I'd have been even more lost about it all if I hadn't). On top of that we were told that it'll take years to get fully established so I'm not even likely to earn any proper money for many many years. It was very disheartening but it was nothing I didn't know already. I DO however have the determination to do this, or give it a bloody good shot at the very least. I'm just not sure how that determination will last after the usual endless rejections and years of waiting. On the plus side, I may never actually earn enough to pay off my student loan; on the downside that means I may not be able to actually eat. So, mix the "seminar of doom" with a healthy dose of monthly pain and bloatedness, stir in a good helping of anxiety for the future, simmer with the knowledge of being away from your loved one for as long as you can't afford to move in, and there you have it. Season with a sprinkling of migraine to taste.
Only a week and one day til my birthday. I'll be a whopping 22! I neither look nor feel 22 and refuse point blank to act it until completely necessary.
Yesterday was spent attending a full day seminar called "How to survive as an Illustrator". I came out of it with the conclusion that I actually probably won't. It was all scary stuff about taxes, self employment, negotiations and finance (thank god I did A level business studies as I'd have been even more lost about it all if I hadn't). On top of that we were told that it'll take years to get fully established so I'm not even likely to earn any proper money for many many years. It was very disheartening but it was nothing I didn't know already. I DO however have the determination to do this, or give it a bloody good shot at the very least. I'm just not sure how that determination will last after the usual endless rejections and years of waiting. On the plus side, I may never actually earn enough to pay off my student loan; on the downside that means I may not be able to actually eat. So, mix the "seminar of doom" with a healthy dose of monthly pain and bloatedness, stir in a good helping of anxiety for the future, simmer with the knowledge of being away from your loved one for as long as you can't afford to move in, and there you have it. Season with a sprinkling of migraine to taste.
Only a week and one day til my birthday. I'll be a whopping 22! I neither look nor feel 22 and refuse point blank to act it until completely necessary.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
OOh OOh!
ooh oooh everyone has to rate my kitty cat Oscar because he's beautiful.... and I am, apparantly a sadcase for putting him on there in the first place.
www.ratemykitten.com/ratemy/kitten?image=189208
One of the lovely Phoebe will follow when she sits still long enough to have a decent picture taken.
Aaaaaaaaaaaah.
Right I'm REALLY off to bed this time. night. x
www.ratemykitten.com/ratemy/kitten?image=189208
One of the lovely Phoebe will follow when she sits still long enough to have a decent picture taken.
Aaaaaaaaaaaah.
Right I'm REALLY off to bed this time. night. x
Shattered.
Long time, no post.
I'm starting to feel better, my appetite still comes and goes and I'm still getting the odd twinge but all in all I feel okay. My mood's been lifted a little more and my developing cold has been fought off by my fantastic super strength anti-bodies. Bring it on germs...
I've been a social butterfly this week. Thursday I had my tutorial during the day and Andy was thrilled with my bug piece. So thrilled in fact that he wants to see even more along the same theme. I've been given another piece of work to do too for our degree show book so I've got quite alot of work to do this week coming. However, that didn't stop me going out to Subversion (rock night) on thursday night. It was a really good night even though we didn't stay right til the end.
Friday was spent bumming around in preparation for our illustration course mini-social at the infamously crap 'fnd' at our student union. This night is usually reserved for slappers and complete twats to come together, drink themselves stupid, dance to rubbish 'music', puke everywhere, and "pull". Yeah, not my kind of night. Nevertheless it's Linzi's favorite night out at the union and I told her I'd make an appearance, dragging Niall along for protection against the molesting, lecherous drunkards. It actually wasn't too bad. We only stayed till twelve and it wasn't as packed as it has been in the past. Niall and I spent the time counting Mullets on the fnd-ers, but I think we abandoned the count at 50 as there were just way too many.
Saturday, I'd been waiting for for ages. I didn't do much during the day, perhaps a pop into town then a bit of work in the afternoon, but in the evening I got dressed up for Mark's birthday outing at Nottingham's Rock City. We got there at about half ten and it was pretty empty, but the music was, as anticipated, good. It was a really good night, hanging out with some great buddies of mine, with some decent music... just great. And although it got busy towards the end of the night, we moved down to the basement where they played some scarey heavy hardcore stuff which was exactly what Mark loves. Him and Niall donned the dance floor for a fair few songs and came back absolutely knackered. Hehe. We also got 36crazyfists played for Mark which came with a call out wishing him happy birthday courtesy of myself and Niall. :) aaaah. A good night was had by all. We got a taxi home, and at 3 am we were just home in time to see the start of the Australian Grand Prix. I think I managed to watch about two laps before I fell asleep! Was a shame considering how much I love my motor racing but I was godamn tired after three nights worth of going out-ness.
I would have loved a lie in this morning but I had to get up in time for my folks picking me up to go see my grandparents in Nottingham for mothers day. Still, I had a nice typical Sunday seeing the folks, my sister, both sets of grandparents and eating as much as possible. I even had a posh meal of Pheasant in a gorgeous creamy sauce, while Niall had Hare in a red wine sauce. Yaaay for my grandads cooking. My other Nana baked me some cakes too; and mom had picked me up a bulk pack of kinder Happy Hippos. Not bad for a days work.
Which brings me riiiight up to now. I'm really tired. I think an early night's in order tonight. I've got lots of work to do this week so I need to catch up on some sleep before I attempt anything. *yawn*
Long post, no time.
Night night me lovelies.
I'm starting to feel better, my appetite still comes and goes and I'm still getting the odd twinge but all in all I feel okay. My mood's been lifted a little more and my developing cold has been fought off by my fantastic super strength anti-bodies. Bring it on germs...
I've been a social butterfly this week. Thursday I had my tutorial during the day and Andy was thrilled with my bug piece. So thrilled in fact that he wants to see even more along the same theme. I've been given another piece of work to do too for our degree show book so I've got quite alot of work to do this week coming. However, that didn't stop me going out to Subversion (rock night) on thursday night. It was a really good night even though we didn't stay right til the end.
Friday was spent bumming around in preparation for our illustration course mini-social at the infamously crap 'fnd' at our student union. This night is usually reserved for slappers and complete twats to come together, drink themselves stupid, dance to rubbish 'music', puke everywhere, and "pull". Yeah, not my kind of night. Nevertheless it's Linzi's favorite night out at the union and I told her I'd make an appearance, dragging Niall along for protection against the molesting, lecherous drunkards. It actually wasn't too bad. We only stayed till twelve and it wasn't as packed as it has been in the past. Niall and I spent the time counting Mullets on the fnd-ers, but I think we abandoned the count at 50 as there were just way too many.
Saturday, I'd been waiting for for ages. I didn't do much during the day, perhaps a pop into town then a bit of work in the afternoon, but in the evening I got dressed up for Mark's birthday outing at Nottingham's Rock City. We got there at about half ten and it was pretty empty, but the music was, as anticipated, good. It was a really good night, hanging out with some great buddies of mine, with some decent music... just great. And although it got busy towards the end of the night, we moved down to the basement where they played some scarey heavy hardcore stuff which was exactly what Mark loves. Him and Niall donned the dance floor for a fair few songs and came back absolutely knackered. Hehe. We also got 36crazyfists played for Mark which came with a call out wishing him happy birthday courtesy of myself and Niall. :) aaaah. A good night was had by all. We got a taxi home, and at 3 am we were just home in time to see the start of the Australian Grand Prix. I think I managed to watch about two laps before I fell asleep! Was a shame considering how much I love my motor racing but I was godamn tired after three nights worth of going out-ness.
I would have loved a lie in this morning but I had to get up in time for my folks picking me up to go see my grandparents in Nottingham for mothers day. Still, I had a nice typical Sunday seeing the folks, my sister, both sets of grandparents and eating as much as possible. I even had a posh meal of Pheasant in a gorgeous creamy sauce, while Niall had Hare in a red wine sauce. Yaaay for my grandads cooking. My other Nana baked me some cakes too; and mom had picked me up a bulk pack of kinder Happy Hippos. Not bad for a days work.
Which brings me riiiight up to now. I'm really tired. I think an early night's in order tonight. I've got lots of work to do this week so I need to catch up on some sleep before I attempt anything. *yawn*
Long post, no time.
Night night me lovelies.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Bugs
Ooh it's turning out to be a tough week. I can tell from my craving of cocktails, which is going to be monitered over the week. Today I think on a scale of one to ten (one being-not craving cocktails, ten being- absolutely HAVE to have a pitcher NOW), I would say I'm at a 6. It doesn't help that Niall and I went into Nottingham yesterday to guage prices for flats, and he bought me a Sloth for being good. mmmmm. It was so so cold out yesterday, snowing and everything. I bought nothing but some stripey tights and some red nail varnish. Good Slink.
I've been dealing with alot of wierd emotions this week, and I can't even work out what alot of them are. My disease isn't developing at a fast enough speed for me to be properly ill, which is irritating, so I'm still kind of half ill. Apparently there's a flu epidemic on the way too, bloody virus's.
Other than that my "bugs in an office" model is complete so I'm on target for my tutorial on thursday. :)
I've been dealing with alot of wierd emotions this week, and I can't even work out what alot of them are. My disease isn't developing at a fast enough speed for me to be properly ill, which is irritating, so I'm still kind of half ill. Apparently there's a flu epidemic on the way too, bloody virus's.
Other than that my "bugs in an office" model is complete so I'm on target for my tutorial on thursday. :)
bug model
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Friday, February 25, 2005
A Happy Post... sort of
Right, I'm determined to write a happier post today and be a bit more upbeat than I have been. Trouble is, I think I'm coming down with something. I can't quite put my finger on it but my tummy doesn't feel right at all, my head's slightly fuzzy and I have no appetite whatsoever. I haven't been poorly for a while so I'm probably due something nasty.
On a lighter less disease ridden note, Niall got ANOTHER job offer yesterday. He's in big demand obviously... I mean how many students find themselves in the position of two companies trying to match salaries and benefits in order to get their ideal employee?? I am so proud of him. Though part of me laughs (nervously) at the fact that here he is with two job offers and here's me with nothing. I doubt I'll get the career in illustration I want; it's hard to get into and even harder to be successful within the industry. Nevertheless I'll try my hardest to get some work by doing a whole heap of self promoting when I graduate. Itd be nice if my part time job was related but I doubt that too. It's money though I guess. Crikey money... starting to forget what it looks like.
This still isn't particularly happy is it?... so far I've established I'm ill with no job and very tiny future prospects. Hrm. Maybe next time....
On a lighter less disease ridden note, Niall got ANOTHER job offer yesterday. He's in big demand obviously... I mean how many students find themselves in the position of two companies trying to match salaries and benefits in order to get their ideal employee?? I am so proud of him. Though part of me laughs (nervously) at the fact that here he is with two job offers and here's me with nothing. I doubt I'll get the career in illustration I want; it's hard to get into and even harder to be successful within the industry. Nevertheless I'll try my hardest to get some work by doing a whole heap of self promoting when I graduate. Itd be nice if my part time job was related but I doubt that too. It's money though I guess. Crikey money... starting to forget what it looks like.
This still isn't particularly happy is it?... so far I've established I'm ill with no job and very tiny future prospects. Hrm. Maybe next time....
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Who Needs Enemies...
This is going to be tricky, but it's my blog and I can write what the hell I want.
I have a friend. Or I had a friend. We used to be really close; we could talk for ages about anything and nothing, they were a shoulder to cry on and meant the world to me. In a way they still do. I hate it when things like this change but sometimes it happens. I've grown apart from a very small number of friends from school days and college days but there are some friendships that you expect to last longer, especially when you still frequent each others lives. My expectations of this friendship have been dashed this year. It seems I expected too much for this person.
Something has shifted between us
A bitter rift an ocean wide
A gift with no heart, no care, no thought
our built up world reduced to nought
Not long until your plan's complete
Not long until I'm shift, alt, delete.
Somewhere along the way and for an unknown reason something changed within this important relationship. I hate that I don't know. And as always, I tried to keep it going, tried to reach out and let this person know how important they were to me. I got little in return. And eventually I kid of gave up. I got fed up of trying. Trying to keep everyone happy is impossible and one of my faults is trying to keep those closest to me happy all the time. IS that a fault? I don't know. Whatever I did, if anything, I'm not sorry. I haven't done anything that I should be ashamed of other than try and be happy this year. Selfish as that sounds, I needed to do that this year.
"Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become…my perfect enemy…
Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say,
“You disappoint me,
”Maybe you’re better off this way"
Passive, APC
I have a friend. Or I had a friend. We used to be really close; we could talk for ages about anything and nothing, they were a shoulder to cry on and meant the world to me. In a way they still do. I hate it when things like this change but sometimes it happens. I've grown apart from a very small number of friends from school days and college days but there are some friendships that you expect to last longer, especially when you still frequent each others lives. My expectations of this friendship have been dashed this year. It seems I expected too much for this person.
Something has shifted between us
A bitter rift an ocean wide
A gift with no heart, no care, no thought
our built up world reduced to nought
Not long until your plan's complete
Not long until I'm shift, alt, delete.
Somewhere along the way and for an unknown reason something changed within this important relationship. I hate that I don't know. And as always, I tried to keep it going, tried to reach out and let this person know how important they were to me. I got little in return. And eventually I kid of gave up. I got fed up of trying. Trying to keep everyone happy is impossible and one of my faults is trying to keep those closest to me happy all the time. IS that a fault? I don't know. Whatever I did, if anything, I'm not sorry. I haven't done anything that I should be ashamed of other than try and be happy this year. Selfish as that sounds, I needed to do that this year.
"Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become…my perfect enemy…
Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say,
“You disappoint me,
”Maybe you’re better off this way"
Passive, APC
I do feel guilty about giving up on this person, but to not get hurt by this persons attempt to eradicate me from their life, I needed to toughen up. I'm not wasting hours of my time on someone who neither cares if I'm around or not, and doesn't feel like making the effort for me. I'm not going to be affected by their lame arguments and their subtle jibes and digs, trying to shoot me down no matter what I say, trying to contradict everything I say for the sake of argument. This person used to be my friend, and they're trying to make it clear that they don't want to be that any more. I got that message along time ago.
If they want me, they'll come and get me. I doubt they'll read this but I didn't want to name names. They know anyway. I only hope it doesn't happen with any of my other close friends. They are so important to me.
It just makes me sad.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Fly the Flag
The sad goings-on in Ramzi's home country, Lebanon, has got me thinking.
British, particularly the English are meant to be patriotic, but to me, thuggish, yob mentality is NOT patriotic. Racism and bigotry is not what patriotism is about. When I read about people coming together, uniting for a cause, joined by their opinions with saddened, angry feelings, it makes me wonder if the same happened in this country... what would people do? Obviously, we haven't had civil wars, none of the troubles as other countries have suffered/are suffering, but if a former prime minister got killed here... would we care? We'd be unnerved, but for how long? It sadly makes me realise we never love, look up to or respect the people who run our country. They don't deserve our adoration for how useless they are, but it's still quite sad. Do we really have to go through the horrors of wars and struggles for freedom, issues on a mega scale in order to look up to our leaders? These are the times we need them most, for sure, but what else does it take to merely be proud of your country and our leaders. These so called figure heads will never speak up for us enough to earn our admiration; they'll never listen to us enough to earn the popularity they crave. But, do we have any to give? Our news today reported as the main headline, that the Queen wouldn't be attending her son's wedding. Fair do's, it's news I suppose.. but is that really more important than the other headlines, which included that dodgy food dye getting into school and hospital food, the Iraqi prisoner abuse trial and such like? The media is far too concerned with Beckhams new baby, celebrity scandals and dull newsbites about the goings on behind the royal closed doors, to focus on the real news.
Though I don't envy the tough times and the troubles, I envy the solidarity and unity that the people of lebanon have shown.
On a totally different and completely superficial note... I'm looking at some image hosting sites to set up an online photo album... anyone have any recommendations?
British, particularly the English are meant to be patriotic, but to me, thuggish, yob mentality is NOT patriotic. Racism and bigotry is not what patriotism is about. When I read about people coming together, uniting for a cause, joined by their opinions with saddened, angry feelings, it makes me wonder if the same happened in this country... what would people do? Obviously, we haven't had civil wars, none of the troubles as other countries have suffered/are suffering, but if a former prime minister got killed here... would we care? We'd be unnerved, but for how long? It sadly makes me realise we never love, look up to or respect the people who run our country. They don't deserve our adoration for how useless they are, but it's still quite sad. Do we really have to go through the horrors of wars and struggles for freedom, issues on a mega scale in order to look up to our leaders? These are the times we need them most, for sure, but what else does it take to merely be proud of your country and our leaders. These so called figure heads will never speak up for us enough to earn our admiration; they'll never listen to us enough to earn the popularity they crave. But, do we have any to give? Our news today reported as the main headline, that the Queen wouldn't be attending her son's wedding. Fair do's, it's news I suppose.. but is that really more important than the other headlines, which included that dodgy food dye getting into school and hospital food, the Iraqi prisoner abuse trial and such like? The media is far too concerned with Beckhams new baby, celebrity scandals and dull newsbites about the goings on behind the royal closed doors, to focus on the real news.
Though I don't envy the tough times and the troubles, I envy the solidarity and unity that the people of lebanon have shown.
On a totally different and completely superficial note... I'm looking at some image hosting sites to set up an online photo album... anyone have any recommendations?
Monday, February 21, 2005
Frightened
I had a nightmare last night. It really messed with my head for a while. Wierdly, before I went to sleep, I felt on edge and nervous about something, like something bad was going to happen. I think it was all provoked by a photo by simon larbalestier and this film. Takashi Shimizu is a twisted wierdo for coming up with the imagery in that. I saw that film ages ago, and it's just lurked in the depths of my mind until last night. As for the photo, it's a person with stupidly long hair. So long you can't see the body or much of the face; it's eerie. I totally love that guys work and I've been a fan for some time, but I found that one picture deeply disturbing. I knew, as soon as I saw it, it'd bother me. I'm not good with strange things like that. Anyways, cutting to the short of it in the end of my dream, after trying to hide from this creature that had killed two people in the room next to mine, it finally got to me and started ripping away and scrabbling at my stomach. Someone kept shouting that it was looking for something but it was tearing my abdomen to shreads and all my bedsheets were red and bloody. I woke up at that point and could hardly move. I was really scared and everything in my room looked different and unusual. It was like being a kid again, wanting comfort. I felt disorientated and couldn't recognize what things were. Niall got into bed with me to comfort me and keep me safe, but even that scared me. His eyes seemed strange and it was changing how his face looked. It didn't help that it was five in the morning and he was tired so he kept blinking and widening his eyes to stay awake. Even with the light on I was frightened. I just had to stare at them and tell myself that they were perfectly normal, but in my head they'd blacken and widen, then roll and bulge. It really upset me because I felt terrified and unsafe. I haven't felt that scared for a long time. I had that horrible feeling you get when you're too scared to fall back to sleep, but eventually, with the tv on in the background, I drifted back to sleep at around twenty to seven.
I felt a bit silly this morning. I hate my head sometimes.
I felt a bit silly this morning. I hate my head sometimes.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Yay or Nay
What a crazy week. It's been full of ups and downs. Niall got offered a job in Peterborough which he's since accepted, though it caused a few problems as neither of us want to be apart next year. We had a bit of a big fight, which was really upsetting. It's all sorted now but I'm still not sure what's going to happen really; it's inevitable that we won't see much of each other no matter where he is which is sad, but that's just the way things are. He's been looking at living in Nottingham or somewhere in between Peterborough and Brum, somewhere familiar so that should I be able to make enough money at home next year I can potentially move in. It's so strange thinking about it all... bit too serious and grown up for my liking, but again, it's inevitable and got to happen sometime. Having said that being a student is getting to me at the moment, as much as I love my mates here I'm fed up with having less than no money, living out of an overdraft and dragging out projects to fill in time. I'm torn between wanting to get out of being a student and earning some money, but not wanting to let go of the freedom that comes with few lectures/studio time, the social scene etc. Hrm.. :(
Rock night on thursday was okay, I got to wear my new boots and didn't fall over once. I was so proud. Despite not having much money it was nice to catch up with mark who I felt like I hadn't seen in ages. We left early because Dave was bored and there wasn't much happening later on in the night. I couldn't dance because I didn't want to break my legs trying to dance in my new boots. Arthur's promised an appearance next week so that'll be nice.
Other than that, this week I've started my new project properly (modelmaking is underway once again) and I managed to talk to my brother in Japan, which was nice. :)
Rock night on thursday was okay, I got to wear my new boots and didn't fall over once. I was so proud. Despite not having much money it was nice to catch up with mark who I felt like I hadn't seen in ages. We left early because Dave was bored and there wasn't much happening later on in the night. I couldn't dance because I didn't want to break my legs trying to dance in my new boots. Arthur's promised an appearance next week so that'll be nice.
Other than that, this week I've started my new project properly (modelmaking is underway once again) and I managed to talk to my brother in Japan, which was nice. :)
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Dissolve
Out of playful sleep
I awake
A harsh reality dawns
There is no sky anymore
Cloud 9 is raining itself away
I awake
A harsh reality dawns
There is no sky anymore
Cloud 9 is raining itself away
Rollercoaster
ooh gothicky
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Well, Valentines day was a mixed bag... I got Niall some headphones, two cd's and a photo album with pictures of me in it (see above... I like this picture, it's all gothic and dark, as if it's barely there...). He seemes happy enough with them all so that was nice. As well as the boots he bought me, he got me choccies as well as a gorgeous top from my favorite store. :) I was so chuffed. We were going to go to the park for a mini picnic but it was bloody freezing so we went to the local wetherspoons for a quick bite to eat, where he suprised me with a huge bunch of flowers. Bless 'im. We had to wait almost fifty minutes for two flippin mushrooms and some potato shells which annoyed me a bit. We went home in time to get ready for going to a posh restaurant for dinner. Here's where the drama started... with only about an hour before we had to go out I realised I'd left my god damn hair straighteners at the bugs house in wrexham. I got into a huge panic because I wanted everything to be perfect for the posh meal. After the inital panic came the outrage that I stupidly left my essential bit of kit somewhere, and I had to run round town five minutes before closing to find some new ones. That left me minus thirty squids and with only twenty minutes to actually get dressed, make-up'd and straightened. When the taxi arrived I was only half straight and looked all messy. I was pretty upset, I wanted to look nice for Niall. Still, the meal was totally fantastic and I tried not to let it spoil the evening. For starter we had, brioche toast and camembert, then I had oven baked chicken with sunburst tomatoes, mozarella and a mustard grain sauce (Niall had a very very rare steak.. ew), then for afters a selection of desserts like tart au citron and chocolate cheescake etc. It was fab. Later that evening I tested out me new underwear... :)
Straight hair or not, I had a fab day and today I'm really smiley.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Return of the slink
Phew, got back from the ladybugs today after much confusion with trains or rather the lack of. Still, I managed to get back eventually and waiting for me were my infamous new boots. Woohoo. They kick ass. My skirts new too. :)
So Wednesday I polished off a good four pancakes… I’m slacking, back in the day I could put away five easy enough. Tut tut. Thursday night Niall and I stayed in as I had to get up relatively early to get the train to Wrexham. Not long after I arrived, I promptly managed to do the usual slink thing and get locked in a toilet for twenty minutes or so. Thankfully the bug managed to get me out, but what a way to start a weekend. Anyways, after meeting all the ladybugs mates and seeing their studenty house, we got out some films, bought plenty of munchies and drank like troopers until we were done in. The next day we slobbed about until the evening when we all went out to this place in town called central station. I stupidly forgot to take my camera which annoyed me a little as I could have got some brill photos. It was no rock night, but it was the best night I’ve had in a long long time. Myself and the bug managed to get three free drinks each from her still-feeling-guilty ex which was cool. He’s such a poo for leaving such a wonderful ladybug. Anyways, I managed to get extremely drunk thanks to a pitcher of cocktail before hand and danced to some really random songs with the bug. We got ridiculed by the DJ for putting in requests like Motorhead and “the Wrigleys chewing gum ad song from ages ago”, so it was unlikely they’d get played but still it was great fun. On returning to the bugs house at three in the morning, we sang a lot, ate toast and played this weird but totally ingenious game called ‘Bop It’. It’s so funny when drunk, and it past a good hour or so. I really want one now, it could keep me entertained for ages. Anyways, after that we went to bed and reminisced about old school days, which is kind of obligatory when you meet up with an old mate you’ve known since being little. Then today I set out at two ish, only to FINALLY return home at gone eight…. Bloody trains.
It really struck me how much I hate being away from Niall. It seemed quite ridiculous to miss someone after only a few minutes, especially when I only had to be without him for a day or two. I can go and have as much fun as possible with other friends, but nothing beats having a hug and a kiss from Niall when I get back. :)
I’m spotty at the moment. Think a trip to good old boots is in order tomorrow to sort out my face.
So Wednesday I polished off a good four pancakes… I’m slacking, back in the day I could put away five easy enough. Tut tut. Thursday night Niall and I stayed in as I had to get up relatively early to get the train to Wrexham. Not long after I arrived, I promptly managed to do the usual slink thing and get locked in a toilet for twenty minutes or so. Thankfully the bug managed to get me out, but what a way to start a weekend. Anyways, after meeting all the ladybugs mates and seeing their studenty house, we got out some films, bought plenty of munchies and drank like troopers until we were done in. The next day we slobbed about until the evening when we all went out to this place in town called central station. I stupidly forgot to take my camera which annoyed me a little as I could have got some brill photos. It was no rock night, but it was the best night I’ve had in a long long time. Myself and the bug managed to get three free drinks each from her still-feeling-guilty ex which was cool. He’s such a poo for leaving such a wonderful ladybug. Anyways, I managed to get extremely drunk thanks to a pitcher of cocktail before hand and danced to some really random songs with the bug. We got ridiculed by the DJ for putting in requests like Motorhead and “the Wrigleys chewing gum ad song from ages ago”, so it was unlikely they’d get played but still it was great fun. On returning to the bugs house at three in the morning, we sang a lot, ate toast and played this weird but totally ingenious game called ‘Bop It’. It’s so funny when drunk, and it past a good hour or so. I really want one now, it could keep me entertained for ages. Anyways, after that we went to bed and reminisced about old school days, which is kind of obligatory when you meet up with an old mate you’ve known since being little. Then today I set out at two ish, only to FINALLY return home at gone eight…. Bloody trains.
It really struck me how much I hate being away from Niall. It seemed quite ridiculous to miss someone after only a few minutes, especially when I only had to be without him for a day or two. I can go and have as much fun as possible with other friends, but nothing beats having a hug and a kiss from Niall when I get back. :)
I’m spotty at the moment. Think a trip to good old boots is in order tomorrow to sort out my face.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Mutiny and Pancakes
It seems that my whole class is unhappy with their assessment results. People are disapointed with grades and with comments that were made. Also it's not only me that has a problem with a fellow class "mates" doing less but getting maximum credit. It's not a nice atmosphere there at the moment so I'm glad I don't have to be in much.
My boots didn't arrive. I contacted the man and he said "he's on the case", but I'm still thoroughly pissed off. I might threaten him again, see if I can get a discount off the boots... hehe.
Not much else to be said though I've got a new project about an insect office environment. Wierd but I like it. My reports near finished too so that's a relief, and in two days I'll be off to Wrexham to visit the ladybug. Should be good fun. :) We missed out on pancake day yesterday because we were in the pub all evening so the plan for today is to consume as many as humanly possible to make up for being a day late. mmmm pancakes...
My boots didn't arrive. I contacted the man and he said "he's on the case", but I'm still thoroughly pissed off. I might threaten him again, see if I can get a discount off the boots... hehe.
Not much else to be said though I've got a new project about an insect office environment. Wierd but I like it. My reports near finished too so that's a relief, and in two days I'll be off to Wrexham to visit the ladybug. Should be good fun. :) We missed out on pancake day yesterday because we were in the pub all evening so the plan for today is to consume as many as humanly possible to make up for being a day late. mmmm pancakes...
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Snug as a bug in a pillow
Ew. I found something disturbing this morning. I didn't have much time to check it out until just now as I've been out with the folks all day. When I was making my bed this morning I noticed some small bumps under my pillow case so I took a look inside and there were little flakey parts of a brown shell like material all over my pillow. I kept looking at it and it seemed suspiciously like some sort of bugs shell. Anyway I had to go shortly after that but I've just got back and on closer inspection I've found a wing in there too! It looks like its from a wasp or bee or something. The question is how the hell did it get INSIDE my pillow and how long have I been mashing it to pieces with my sleeping head! There's no guts or fleshy parts, and no marks or blobs on my pillow; it looks perfectly clean. Other than the crushed bee. Wierd. I'm not squeemish about bugs or creepy crawlies other than evil ones like spiders.... maybe scorpions.... but finding bits of things inside your pillows a bit strange.
Anyways, rock night was coool last week. I got a bit tipsy for the first time in ages and had a fantastic night. I even got all protected and stuff from John as apparantly some guys went for my ass... though I was too far gone to really notice what the hell was happening. Still it was wicked. And Dave even danced to things... even some good songs! :D
The next day was my tutorial so I had to get up early in the morning with a jippy tummy from all that drink the night before. It didn't help that I was really nervous about getting my assessment results but it turned out okay. Andy was nice to me, I got a 64 which as it stands means I'm on a mid 2:1. I've dropped a few marks from my last assessment but Andy said it was to be expected in third year. My next step is sorting out my projects for the final semester and making them kick ass brilliant so I might just be able to get a first. I don't know what that airhead Rachel got... *blood boiling already* ... but I will find out. God help her if she got a higher mark than me for doing crap all.
Since then I've been bumming around watching films and eating too much. Semester 2 starts tuesday so got to get thinking about some decent project ideas. Niall's got his BIG job interview tomorrow so good luck for that mister :) . New boots should be arriving tomorrow; if they don't I won't be a happy bunny after all the trouble I've been through to get em. SOMEone will be getting a bill gates-esque letter if they aren't too careful mr-boot-selling-goth-man.
Did I over-do the links in that post?? Right, off to inspect my bed for more bugs....
Anyways, rock night was coool last week. I got a bit tipsy for the first time in ages and had a fantastic night. I even got all protected and stuff from John as apparantly some guys went for my ass... though I was too far gone to really notice what the hell was happening. Still it was wicked. And Dave even danced to things... even some good songs! :D
The next day was my tutorial so I had to get up early in the morning with a jippy tummy from all that drink the night before. It didn't help that I was really nervous about getting my assessment results but it turned out okay. Andy was nice to me, I got a 64 which as it stands means I'm on a mid 2:1. I've dropped a few marks from my last assessment but Andy said it was to be expected in third year. My next step is sorting out my projects for the final semester and making them kick ass brilliant so I might just be able to get a first. I don't know what that airhead Rachel got... *blood boiling already* ... but I will find out. God help her if she got a higher mark than me for doing crap all.
Since then I've been bumming around watching films and eating too much. Semester 2 starts tuesday so got to get thinking about some decent project ideas. Niall's got his BIG job interview tomorrow so good luck for that mister :) . New boots should be arriving tomorrow; if they don't I won't be a happy bunny after all the trouble I've been through to get em. SOMEone will be getting a bill gates-esque letter if they aren't too careful mr-boot-selling-goth-man.
Did I over-do the links in that post?? Right, off to inspect my bed for more bugs....
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Word up
Dear Mr Gates
I just wanted to thank you for ‘Microsoft Word’. I wanted to thank you for producing a piece of software in which to write my forty page critical report for the final year of my degree and how much of a pleasure it was to use.
I particularly love the way ‘word’ sticks to its guns and hates any sort of image that you attempt to place in the document. What loyalty. The lovely gem of a program can’t seem to cope with a thumbnail image being placed among text. Mixing words with pictures… ?! noo why bother? This program merely takes away the hastle by refusing point blank to leave an image where you left it. I love how it messes up all your beautiful paragraphs with its funny ‘image formatting’ system. I was amused by how superbly hardly any of the text wrapping functions actually make life any easier and oh how I laughed when it moved five images by merely deleting a single letter ‘a’ from a paragraph, thus misplacing half a report worth of text. I also love how it manages to move things about all on its own to add a bit of fun and mystery to the report writing process. One press of a button and things vanish into thin air. Genius.
I was extremely impressed by the way that it refused to let me change the page margins because they were “too big” at a whopping two centimetres each side. Silly me. Much joy was had trying to work out exactly what the cute little error message with it’s not-at-all irritating “Bing!”sound, actually meant seeing as MY margins were smaller than the default ones. Funny old thing.
Finally, I love how the help section hardly ever has any of the questions you really want to ask listed, such as “why the hell don’t you just leave that there?!” and “why the hell are you moving THAT now… I clicked over HERE!!!?” or even “Why can’t you just *£!)^!^!*@!: work you (!*^!*£)@!)(*??”. I couldn’t find my questions anywhere in your handy little list of common errors us mere mortals seem to make, though how anyone could struggle with your software is beyond me.
It makes me happy to know that all your money is soundly invested in making the best computer software around.
Thank you Mr Gates.
Slink
After using Microsoft Word for many many years, I have come to the conclusion that this particular piece of software sucks ass.
I just wanted to thank you for ‘Microsoft Word’. I wanted to thank you for producing a piece of software in which to write my forty page critical report for the final year of my degree and how much of a pleasure it was to use.
I particularly love the way ‘word’ sticks to its guns and hates any sort of image that you attempt to place in the document. What loyalty. The lovely gem of a program can’t seem to cope with a thumbnail image being placed among text. Mixing words with pictures… ?! noo why bother? This program merely takes away the hastle by refusing point blank to leave an image where you left it. I love how it messes up all your beautiful paragraphs with its funny ‘image formatting’ system. I was amused by how superbly hardly any of the text wrapping functions actually make life any easier and oh how I laughed when it moved five images by merely deleting a single letter ‘a’ from a paragraph, thus misplacing half a report worth of text. I also love how it manages to move things about all on its own to add a bit of fun and mystery to the report writing process. One press of a button and things vanish into thin air. Genius.
I was extremely impressed by the way that it refused to let me change the page margins because they were “too big” at a whopping two centimetres each side. Silly me. Much joy was had trying to work out exactly what the cute little error message with it’s not-at-all irritating “Bing!”sound, actually meant seeing as MY margins were smaller than the default ones. Funny old thing.
Finally, I love how the help section hardly ever has any of the questions you really want to ask listed, such as “why the hell don’t you just leave that there?!” and “why the hell are you moving THAT now… I clicked over HERE!!!?” or even “Why can’t you just *£!)^!^!*@!: work you (!*^!*£)@!)(*??”. I couldn’t find my questions anywhere in your handy little list of common errors us mere mortals seem to make, though how anyone could struggle with your software is beyond me.
It makes me happy to know that all your money is soundly invested in making the best computer software around.
Thank you Mr Gates.
Slink
After using Microsoft Word for many many years, I have come to the conclusion that this particular piece of software sucks ass.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
And the winner is...
Well after a tough battle, all votes were counted.. boy did that take a while.... and after a last minute vote from Ramzi (nice to have you back Ramzi!), as you can see the winner was picture 4 with a grand total of four votes. woob. So there it is. It'll be up there 'til I get bored again and change it :P.
Right, I had a nice time at home. It's all a bit of a blur but I managed to go into Brum twice, got three pressies for Niall for valentines day, plus some new underwear, I cuddled my cats alot and watched a hell of a lot of crappy daytime tv. Today I think I watched a total of five consecutive episodes of Daria on MTV. That's alot of Daria no matter how cool she is. I still haven't got my new boots, and I won't even go into all the details and problems I've run into getting them. Geez.... what you have to do to get a decent pair of sexy boots these days! Anyways, I've been assured they'll be here Monday. I did get my new stockings through the post though... they have a seam running up the back and everything.. wow. Roll on rock night...
On a more boring note, I have my tutorial on friday. I have to say I'm pretty scared about it seeing as this is my final year and these marks actually matter for a change. I might cry if I don't get a 2:1. Other than worry about it I can only keep my fingers crossed. :(
Right, I had a nice time at home. It's all a bit of a blur but I managed to go into Brum twice, got three pressies for Niall for valentines day, plus some new underwear, I cuddled my cats alot and watched a hell of a lot of crappy daytime tv. Today I think I watched a total of five consecutive episodes of Daria on MTV. That's alot of Daria no matter how cool she is. I still haven't got my new boots, and I won't even go into all the details and problems I've run into getting them. Geez.... what you have to do to get a decent pair of sexy boots these days! Anyways, I've been assured they'll be here Monday. I did get my new stockings through the post though... they have a seam running up the back and everything.. wow. Roll on rock night...
On a more boring note, I have my tutorial on friday. I have to say I'm pretty scared about it seeing as this is my final year and these marks actually matter for a change. I might cry if I don't get a 2:1. Other than worry about it I can only keep my fingers crossed. :(
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Gutted
"Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become…my perfect enemy…
Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say,
“You disappoint me,”
Maybe you’re better off this way"
Passive, APC
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become…my perfect enemy…
Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say,
“You disappoint me,”
Maybe you’re better off this way"
Passive, APC
Friday, January 28, 2005
Bluurrrrb
I gave rock night a miss last night. I just didn't feel like it which is strange. We went to the cinema instead and although we missed 'Team America', we caught 'Meet The Fockers' instead. It was okay... I mean it had its moments, but other than that it was a bit... average. Still, it was a nice change from the union.
This morning I was godamn lazy and stayed in bed 'til about five to twelve when I decided I should get in the shower before the house gets too freezing. I was quite impressed I was able to half-sleep for so long since the bin men were delivering our roads wheelie bins this morning. Bloody noisy that was. Ah well... roll on the wheelie bin races.... I also heard Dave playing guitar pretty loudly at one point. I didn't mind though because he's quite good and it was about half eleven at the time. Anyways, I'm off home for a few days today. It'll give Niall a chance to get some quality work done without me moaning about being bored all the time. Poor thing, he always bears the brunt of my moods! I've already decided on a trip into brum when I'm home so that'll be cool.
Votes for the profile pic have been a bit slow. Shame on you. You have another week then I have to decide but so far it's between 4 and 1 at a mere two votes each. Puh. Go on... select-a-mug....
This morning I was godamn lazy and stayed in bed 'til about five to twelve when I decided I should get in the shower before the house gets too freezing. I was quite impressed I was able to half-sleep for so long since the bin men were delivering our roads wheelie bins this morning. Bloody noisy that was. Ah well... roll on the wheelie bin races.... I also heard Dave playing guitar pretty loudly at one point. I didn't mind though because he's quite good and it was about half eleven at the time. Anyways, I'm off home for a few days today. It'll give Niall a chance to get some quality work done without me moaning about being bored all the time. Poor thing, he always bears the brunt of my moods! I've already decided on a trip into brum when I'm home so that'll be cool.
Votes for the profile pic have been a bit slow. Shame on you. You have another week then I have to decide but so far it's between 4 and 1 at a mere two votes each. Puh. Go on... select-a-mug....
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Select-a-mug
Me Montage
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I really couldn’t be bothered changing my profile pic over and over so you’ll have to vote for which ever of the above pics will stay on my profile via comments. If you care that is.
My ever growing ‘Slink’s Links’ has spurned a few more bloggers over the last few days. I’m so generous. I've also managed to mysteriously damage my left wrist from what I can only work out as an 'air injury'. I don't remember knocking it, spraining or twisting it but whatever I've done it's rendered my wrist completely useless. I bought a nice tight support bandage today so hopefully it'll get better before rock night on thursday. I also bought a new pair of boots but they won't be delivered for a while yet. Just to destroy what little cashflow I have left I also booked train tickets to go and visit the ladybug in Wrexham in two weeks time, for which I needed a new rucksack. Woohoo another weekend of drunken slinks and the bug. :)
Ho hum...
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