Good Riddance by Greenday is definitely the most appropriate song to choose for today, because today I finished my last assignment for this year at university. I am no longer a first year and so the things I do from now on actually mean something. Eek! It's been an interesting year, the most interesting thing that has happened recently is probably my win of "the most opinionated" award at the awards ceremony at the beginning of the year. The henna tattoo I was doing during my last blog is still barely visible. (And here I am quickly going to say I have upgraded my internet since last we spoke and am now running on Google Chrome instead of internet explorer. Google Chrome automatically spell checks everything I write and where as I am not complaining about said feature because it makes me look a little more like I know what I'm talking about, it's trying to tell me that "blog" is not a word, which seems a little ironic when I'm writing this on a blogging website)
Anyway, what to write about since we last spoke. Well being me my health always seems to be of massive concern but of lately it's been getting ridiculous. Oh yes, I did get the negative for having glandular fever, apparently by the time they caught it it was pretty much gone anyway, great work NHS, yet again! But no, seriously, in the same blood test that tells me I am now rid of glandular fever I have been diagnosed with anaemia (eventually. I told them I was!) and have a long term blood reading of 9.7, again. So I'm in trouble with my doctor. Also I have been told there has been a minor change in my retinas which explains why I pull funny faces at people until they're about a foot away from my actual face and I can recognise them, so now I'm short sighted as well. I really don't look forward to having children simply because I know how much they'll have to put up with and so me feeling sorry for them on a regular basis is probably going to make them horrifically obese by giving them all the sweet junk they could ever ask for because I will feel like a horrible mother and so we go down in a vicious cycle from there. Oh well.
I've been told that kick-out date for my flat is 26th June. This is not good as I don't have a place to stay over summer but as things are going will probably be moving into my current flat-mates house with him and his girlfriend and their friends... on the 1st July. Yes, 4 days after kick out day. So tomorrow I will be going to beg to be allowed to stay the extra 4, possibly 5 days until I can move into the house I want to move into. The other problem is that the people I was originally going to move in with don't know I've changed my mind yet so I have to meet with them also tomorrow to discuss our futures. Oh dear.
Oh I don't really know what else to put right now. Since finishing off those last 2 essays my mind seems to have gone back to primary school mode and now all I can think about is watching dumb cartoons and trying desperately to draw my favourite characters in a way that actually looks like my favourite characters. So I'll carry on again... knowing me at the end of next month, but I'll try and write again before then. Toodle pip.
Sunday, 30 May 2010
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
Her face is a map of the world
A line from KT Turnstall. I was listening to her earlier because the clothes I was wearing out tonight were quite hippi-ish and I was adding a henna tattoo to my own foot. It didnt work too well, these professionals make it look much easier than it is.
Anyway, tonight was the contemporary Lens Media Awards ceremony. It was a lot of a laugh with the "Amy Winehouse award" for person to drink the most/spend most of this year drunk, the where's Wally award which no surprise went to Jess - less said about that the better - and other such awards for certificates. Then there was a few awards which went onto medals. I won "Most Opinionated". I'll try and get a picture of me and my medal on here at some later point. But although I'm thrilled enough people on my course know my name, I've become slightly paranoid that they've all voted for me as a way of calling me horrific names too evil for polite public or if they're cheering me on for the many arguments I've had against my lecturer when she puts people down on their work. I really hope it's the latter rather than the former because I would be heart broken if people saw me as a nasty person. I've tried so hard to be nice this year! I hope there's no malice behind the award......
Anyway, tonight was the contemporary Lens Media Awards ceremony. It was a lot of a laugh with the "Amy Winehouse award" for person to drink the most/spend most of this year drunk, the where's Wally award which no surprise went to Jess - less said about that the better - and other such awards for certificates. Then there was a few awards which went onto medals. I won "Most Opinionated". I'll try and get a picture of me and my medal on here at some later point. But although I'm thrilled enough people on my course know my name, I've become slightly paranoid that they've all voted for me as a way of calling me horrific names too evil for polite public or if they're cheering me on for the many arguments I've had against my lecturer when she puts people down on their work. I really hope it's the latter rather than the former because I would be heart broken if people saw me as a nasty person. I've tried so hard to be nice this year! I hope there's no malice behind the award......
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Beware the return of the fifth
Yes, ok, I know this isn't a song, but honestly I've actually run out of numbers for the amount of times people have said "May the fourth be with you" today. (and yes, I know technically it is the fifth right now, but it's 8minutes to 2 and I haven't been to sleep yet so it doesn't count) I yet again appologise for the slackness of my ways and my lack of writing, but be nice, I've been poorly. Glandular Fever is not nice to have... Especially when you've given it to your boyfriend as well. We worked out why I have it anyway. When I was in San Francisco, I became really ill because of the amount of gluten-filled food I consumed. So my immune system was too busy attacking my innocent little stomach to notice the invasion of the army of Glandular Fever bugs that entered my body because I'd been sharing the same air as everyone else for the past 9 hours. Luckily, my alcohol-free month ends next week and my now thoroughly detox-ed and rather healthy physique is soon going to be trashed. I must admit though, it's not the lack of alcohol that's upset me over the past month, it's the lack of Sugarcubes.
Sugarcubes is my local nightclub where they play alternative music and I can't walk from one end to the other without running into at least an hours worth of people talking. I love the place and I'm pretty sure it was starting to love me when I left it for a month of bed-rest and detox... which turned into a month of barbeques, house parties and pyjama parties instead. The house party was with Luke and his friend from university, Liz for her 21st birthday. We spent the night eating Mexican food and Nachos, while watching Family Guy on telly. The Pyjama party was with my usual gang from Cubes who decided they couldn't be bothered hitting the clubs that night but wanted to hang out anyway, so we bought a shed load of snacks and fruit juice and just went nuts... well, when I say we went nuts we spent the night happily insulting one another and watching things on the internet that would make our mother's hair curl.... which now I think about it doesn't actually work in my case because a)my mother's hair is already curly and b) by the time we got to watching naughty things I had fallen asleep on the bed, the girls saying I was adorable and the boys considering how likely I would be to wake up if they started drawing hitler moustaches on me. Shame they didn't realise I was actually awake the entire time isn't it? But then my friend Max realised I was shivering quite badly in my pyjamas on the matress in front of the window (our host's bed) and decided to half drag/half carry me back to my flat. It was a fantastic night! The barbeque was really good though and made me very happy. You see, after the beginning of the year enslaught in my old flat with the 3 slags I used to live with, I had sort of accepted I wasn't ever going to make friends with anyone in my flats in first year. However, Josh (who lives to the left of me) asked if I wanted to join him, his girlfriend and their friends for a barbeque outside our flats and I agreed. The food was stunningly good, the people were awesome and we all had a really good time. I didn't get to bed until 12midnight and then it was only because I was too tired to carry on.
Anyway, since we last conversed... I would say spoke but a blog is really fairly one-sided... I have had a job as a photographer! That's right, I've sort of lived a bit of the dream. I spent an afternoon taking pictures for an almost-life-long friend of mine, Amy. Her band needed some promotional stuff so I took the pictures and she paid me £30 for doing so. Not exactly the amount a professional would have charged but a reasonable sum of money for an afternoons work. I was really quite proud of the pictures I took too. I also took some pictures for mum's friend Cassandra, but I did the very clever thing of not backing-up the pictures and loosing the memory card so I'm going to have to re-do that shoot... and I think it's only fair I do it for free. Getting a general job however, seems to be one of those "easier said than done" ordeals. All the places that have jobs going at the moment seem to either want full time placements or seem to hire the day before I get to them with my own CV. I wish things were as easy said as done because the amount of times people have said to me "Get a job" is starting to be annoying. Nowhere wants to employ someone with no past experience but I can't get any past experience because no-one wants anyone without it. The world is a very cruel place and I'm starting to get desperate. The only job offer either me or Luke has received is at a highschool back in Luke's home town and now we've got used to having each other around at the end of a phone-call, I'm not sure how we'll manage going back to doing the long-distance thing all over again.
Anyway, I appologise, but it is now 2:12am and I have a long day of staring at a computer-screen, willing the programme (Final Cut Pro) to jump at my face and start making sense. We all know that isn't going to happen however. Fun times. Goodnight world.
Sugarcubes is my local nightclub where they play alternative music and I can't walk from one end to the other without running into at least an hours worth of people talking. I love the place and I'm pretty sure it was starting to love me when I left it for a month of bed-rest and detox... which turned into a month of barbeques, house parties and pyjama parties instead. The house party was with Luke and his friend from university, Liz for her 21st birthday. We spent the night eating Mexican food and Nachos, while watching Family Guy on telly. The Pyjama party was with my usual gang from Cubes who decided they couldn't be bothered hitting the clubs that night but wanted to hang out anyway, so we bought a shed load of snacks and fruit juice and just went nuts... well, when I say we went nuts we spent the night happily insulting one another and watching things on the internet that would make our mother's hair curl.... which now I think about it doesn't actually work in my case because a)my mother's hair is already curly and b) by the time we got to watching naughty things I had fallen asleep on the bed, the girls saying I was adorable and the boys considering how likely I would be to wake up if they started drawing hitler moustaches on me. Shame they didn't realise I was actually awake the entire time isn't it? But then my friend Max realised I was shivering quite badly in my pyjamas on the matress in front of the window (our host's bed) and decided to half drag/half carry me back to my flat. It was a fantastic night! The barbeque was really good though and made me very happy. You see, after the beginning of the year enslaught in my old flat with the 3 slags I used to live with, I had sort of accepted I wasn't ever going to make friends with anyone in my flats in first year. However, Josh (who lives to the left of me) asked if I wanted to join him, his girlfriend and their friends for a barbeque outside our flats and I agreed. The food was stunningly good, the people were awesome and we all had a really good time. I didn't get to bed until 12midnight and then it was only because I was too tired to carry on.
Anyway, since we last conversed... I would say spoke but a blog is really fairly one-sided... I have had a job as a photographer! That's right, I've sort of lived a bit of the dream. I spent an afternoon taking pictures for an almost-life-long friend of mine, Amy. Her band needed some promotional stuff so I took the pictures and she paid me £30 for doing so. Not exactly the amount a professional would have charged but a reasonable sum of money for an afternoons work. I was really quite proud of the pictures I took too. I also took some pictures for mum's friend Cassandra, but I did the very clever thing of not backing-up the pictures and loosing the memory card so I'm going to have to re-do that shoot... and I think it's only fair I do it for free. Getting a general job however, seems to be one of those "easier said than done" ordeals. All the places that have jobs going at the moment seem to either want full time placements or seem to hire the day before I get to them with my own CV. I wish things were as easy said as done because the amount of times people have said to me "Get a job" is starting to be annoying. Nowhere wants to employ someone with no past experience but I can't get any past experience because no-one wants anyone without it. The world is a very cruel place and I'm starting to get desperate. The only job offer either me or Luke has received is at a highschool back in Luke's home town and now we've got used to having each other around at the end of a phone-call, I'm not sure how we'll manage going back to doing the long-distance thing all over again.
Anyway, I appologise, but it is now 2:12am and I have a long day of staring at a computer-screen, willing the programme (Final Cut Pro) to jump at my face and start making sense. We all know that isn't going to happen however. Fun times. Goodnight world.
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