Yesterday was of course valentines day, supposedly the most romantic day of the year and of course I had someone to spend it with again this year. This is the third valentines day me and Luke have been together for, but this time we managed to sort out the entire day by ourselves, with no-one giving us lifts, we booked the resteraunt ourselves and got home when we wanted to. He took me to "Zucchini's" Resteraunt which is near my lecture hall, where they serve GLUTEN-FREE PASTA!! Even more romantic than usual because the meal I had was the first pasta meal I have had in a Resteraunt for over 2 years. It was wonderful, and probably would have been even better had I not ordered the pasta dish with chillis as the main ingredients for the sauce. It really was rather hot, but not too bad so I survived without setting fire to my hair or steaming up the glasses on the lady sat next door to me. However, half way through the meal I was becoming very hot in the face so I ordered a Bailies on the rocks as it contains milk (even in small quantities) and everything was fine. After the meal we walked down to the Odeon cinema together to watch "Percy Jackson and the lightening thief". Luke had said I could choose the film that we went to see and I think he was expecting to be forced to sit and watch "Valentines day", but when we got there I think we were both relieved I'd gone with the more masculine choice, the cinema was packed! There was at least a half hours queue to get into Valentines day which promised chick-flicky, gooey style romance over the mythical fantastical-ness of the Lightening Thief. The graphics were breath-taking as per usual, the story line was just fantastical enough to be weird, but understandable enough to be realistic, it was fantastic! I highly reccommend it. After the film we came back to my flat and sat up listening to the entertaining sound of my flatmates on either side of my room shouting obscenities between each other in voices that could almost pass for juvenile-come-puberty age. Good times.
Anyway, before my valentines day treat, my parents came to visit me. We watched "Shellshock" together, (Starring me, in case you don't read any of my other blogs) and they were really quite impressed. They said that my acting wasn't as plastic as I thought (But I still don't believe
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6 HOURS LATER
2:03am
Sorry about that, I got a phone call from a friend called Jenny saying she wanted to go to kareoke at the Mezz Bar (the one right by where I live) and I've not seen her in ages so thought I would meet up. I ended up singing "Big black horse and a cherry tree" by KT Turnstall and "Fields of Gold" by Eva Cassidy. I gotta say, KT Turnstall was cringingly bad, but Eva Cassidy was pretty good and I got a massive cheer at the end. It was really quite a good night.
I'm sorry, I was going to make this a really long heartfelt blog, but thanks to the night I just had I need to finish packing for San Fransisco and get some sleep before tomorrow, it's going to be a big day full of lecture and all sorts, so I gotta sign out. I'll write again the SECOND I get near a computer with internet access, needless to say my laptop will not be joining me on the other side of the pond xxx
Monday, 15 February 2010
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
San Fransisco babe passed me 39
I was really surprised when I was listening to Stereophonics the other day and realised that this is actually where I'll be staying next week for the san fran trip with my university. That's right, the trip is only a week away now, can't believe it! Before then, of course, is valentines day and for the Third year running (Luke asked me out in March so we missed the first one) I am not spending it alone. Luke has booked us into a resteraunt in Lincoln called Zucchinis, which seems oddly appropriate to be going to an American named resteraunt 3 days before we're due to set off. I've got myself a dress to wear and I got Luke a good present that's taken a while to put together and is simple, very sweet and I think he'll like it more than the typical valentine stereotypical junk they bring out this time of year. It didn't cost me much to put together either and I can reuse the idea every year because... Well, I don't want to publish on here in case he decides to read this before then.
Just had another look around my room and had another depressing sence of "I need to tidy this before I go". You ever want to be really depressed and unmotivated? Just don't tidy your room for a few days. But I have to tidy it because without doing so I have no space to put the printer I bought in town today next to my laptop. It's an Epson and they're awesome. The printer itself was £49.99, the lead to plug it in (cheeky buggers) was £9.99 and the guy tried to sell me insurance for it as well. Does anyone else ever get really worried that the guys in the shop somehow rig your merchandise to break down immediately if you don't buy the insurance or is it just me that gets that feeling? Yes? No? Maybe I'm just weird.
I got the result back for my photography project, the one I put my blood, sweat and tears into, the one I slaved over all christmas, the one I worked so hard on. I got another third. I hate our lecturer. And yes I am valid in saying this because the evil beast didn't give me any feedback other than "Half the class got a third". Oh, wonderful, so my mark is based on how everyone else did then? Also when I handed in my work she said it was wonderful and she understood the story perfectly, then did a complete U-turn and said she DIDN'T understand the story and that it didn't portray the history of the event. I'm sorry, but if anyone else in the world has managed to capture the history of an event, the story of the event, the emotions of the event and the event itself then please let me know how on earth you did this because I'm stumped. i'm meeting with her on Friday to find out what the deal is.
Just to make you laugh, here's my recent photoshop work for photography too.
That's of course a cross between me and Luke but it worked so well I just had to show you all! I also tried combining myself with some of the actresses from Charmed, a television series I became obsessed with a while back. In some cases, like the cross of me and Rose McGowen, the effect was quite good and apart from a general lack of freckles we weren't that obviously crossed. However, in the case of Alyssa Millano, well, she's very tanned... and when her face is warped to be the same shape as mine she looks really weird! It was good fun. I don't expect a good mark though as I didn't hand in any research and the research I DID do that I could hand in is really bad because artists don't bother doing this kind of work. I looked at Wanda Wulz who has a total of one paragraph written about her on each website, saying mostly the same things over and over and Daniel Lee who again only had one decent paragraph.
I got the Shellshocked DVD today. Sophy, the manager, had posted me £10 HMV vouchers! I can add that to my £15 Accessorise vouchers and £10(?) Waterstones vouchers and go shopping tomorrow. Mum says she's hopefully going to come visiting on Saturday and I hope she does because I'd like to watch the film with her. If not then never mind, I'll go to her so dad and Brendan can watch at the same time.
Speaking of mum coming down, we had a hailstorm this morning!! I went out with some of the people on my course yesterday and we did a fund raising night for the earthquake victims of Haiti. We met at a place called Essence which is a cross between a pub and a club and were each given a task sheet. the tasks were things like drink 3 shots, down half a pint of guiness and that kind of thing, so as you can imagine... The world was very loud to my poor hung over ears this morning. Then the hail started and I was not a happy girl. Why did I drag my poor hungover body out of bed at 8am you ask? Me and my friend Lauren went to the studio to take pictures of lighting set ups and what-not and ended up having a mighty good time, even if the technicians were laughing at me eating paracetamol and chugging orange juice. As my daddy often says, water is not "wet" enough for hangover mouth. It's gotta be tropicana orange juice and it was very nice.
I just went into the kitchen to attempt to turn on our tempremental dish washer (I think it has moods), and have found an iron. I didn't know we had an iron. I wonder if we have an ironing board too? If we do it means I can iron out the dodgy pleats in my valentines day dress. Yay! Right, on with tidying my room. You watch, I'll set out to tidy my room and in an hour or so the place will still be a tip, but my video work will be done. Oh the weird weird phenomenon that is procrastination.
Just had another look around my room and had another depressing sence of "I need to tidy this before I go". You ever want to be really depressed and unmotivated? Just don't tidy your room for a few days. But I have to tidy it because without doing so I have no space to put the printer I bought in town today next to my laptop. It's an Epson and they're awesome. The printer itself was £49.99, the lead to plug it in (cheeky buggers) was £9.99 and the guy tried to sell me insurance for it as well. Does anyone else ever get really worried that the guys in the shop somehow rig your merchandise to break down immediately if you don't buy the insurance or is it just me that gets that feeling? Yes? No? Maybe I'm just weird.
I got the result back for my photography project, the one I put my blood, sweat and tears into, the one I slaved over all christmas, the one I worked so hard on. I got another third. I hate our lecturer. And yes I am valid in saying this because the evil beast didn't give me any feedback other than "Half the class got a third". Oh, wonderful, so my mark is based on how everyone else did then? Also when I handed in my work she said it was wonderful and she understood the story perfectly, then did a complete U-turn and said she DIDN'T understand the story and that it didn't portray the history of the event. I'm sorry, but if anyone else in the world has managed to capture the history of an event, the story of the event, the emotions of the event and the event itself then please let me know how on earth you did this because I'm stumped. i'm meeting with her on Friday to find out what the deal is.
Just to make you laugh, here's my recent photoshop work for photography too.
That's of course a cross between me and Luke but it worked so well I just had to show you all! I also tried combining myself with some of the actresses from Charmed, a television series I became obsessed with a while back. In some cases, like the cross of me and Rose McGowen, the effect was quite good and apart from a general lack of freckles we weren't that obviously crossed. However, in the case of Alyssa Millano, well, she's very tanned... and when her face is warped to be the same shape as mine she looks really weird! It was good fun. I don't expect a good mark though as I didn't hand in any research and the research I DID do that I could hand in is really bad because artists don't bother doing this kind of work. I looked at Wanda Wulz who has a total of one paragraph written about her on each website, saying mostly the same things over and over and Daniel Lee who again only had one decent paragraph.
I got the Shellshocked DVD today. Sophy, the manager, had posted me £10 HMV vouchers! I can add that to my £15 Accessorise vouchers and £10(?) Waterstones vouchers and go shopping tomorrow. Mum says she's hopefully going to come visiting on Saturday and I hope she does because I'd like to watch the film with her. If not then never mind, I'll go to her so dad and Brendan can watch at the same time.
Speaking of mum coming down, we had a hailstorm this morning!! I went out with some of the people on my course yesterday and we did a fund raising night for the earthquake victims of Haiti. We met at a place called Essence which is a cross between a pub and a club and were each given a task sheet. the tasks were things like drink 3 shots, down half a pint of guiness and that kind of thing, so as you can imagine... The world was very loud to my poor hung over ears this morning. Then the hail started and I was not a happy girl. Why did I drag my poor hungover body out of bed at 8am you ask? Me and my friend Lauren went to the studio to take pictures of lighting set ups and what-not and ended up having a mighty good time, even if the technicians were laughing at me eating paracetamol and chugging orange juice. As my daddy often says, water is not "wet" enough for hangover mouth. It's gotta be tropicana orange juice and it was very nice.
I just went into the kitchen to attempt to turn on our tempremental dish washer (I think it has moods), and have found an iron. I didn't know we had an iron. I wonder if we have an ironing board too? If we do it means I can iron out the dodgy pleats in my valentines day dress. Yay! Right, on with tidying my room. You watch, I'll set out to tidy my room and in an hour or so the place will still be a tip, but my video work will be done. Oh the weird weird phenomenon that is procrastination.
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