Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Sweet Insanity

Why is it that I have deadlines to address, work hours to attend and exams to practice for, and all I seem to do instead is read poetry?

Porridge is the ultimate winter food.

Sunday, 28 November 2010

The Milk-Eyed Mender

You know you have clearly given up in trying to research musical theatre history to pass your exam when you; find yourself watching a television programme about Scottish clans, eating dark cherry yoghurt and have a windows open to both the bbc news and one's own blog. Thereby finding yourself writing a blog entry as opposed to reading about Puccini's Madama Butterfly.

In my defense, it is one of my family's clans. Completely relevant, obviously.

Friday, 26 November 2010


Started the Christmas shopping, emptied half my bank account in process. Fantastic start if I do say so myself! Pandora's come to town and I'm never going to have money in my account again.

Bus journeys without a good book or music just aren't the same. I wish I hadn't lost my headphones and I honestly hope that my head clears so that reading something new is entirely possible.

I wish my job was integrated in open evenings, there's something I would excel at. It's ridiculous how well this title suits my purpose. You wouldn't believe the news story I read about cuckoos earlier. They've met their match.

I'm a little bit worried about what I've potentially let slip in my little encounter on Thursday. I really don't like waiting rooms. There is a definite sense of dramatic irony, we're either good or bad. We're going to pass with flying colours or there's going to be a new leaflet we must cast our eye o'er. Looks like they're going to be my future though.

Before that though there is an examination to attend. Better know my history or well, it won't end.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Some Racing Some Stopping

I don't think it is that obsessive to make her disinfect her hands after every sneeze. Hello! I have just been ill for the past month, excuse me for not wanting to get back on the sick bed straight away.

Way to know that the person you live with really isn't well:
Mum: Have you just had a shower?
Me: Well I did twenty minutes ago yes, the towel on my head is a slight clue perhaps?
Mum: Awwwh that is so, so sweet.
Me: Why?
Mum: It just is so sweet! Why did you never do anything like that when you were four??

Again, I ask, WHY?

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Kill Them With Kindness

I like the new bag on it's way to me in the post. Hiyya Aubin & Wills. Shh bank account balance.
I also reaaaally like the idea of not buying all my Christmas presents from Sainsbury's on Christmas eve this year - hence the motivation in some sense to actually start the Christmas shopping early this year. I refuse to be 'cute but a complete ditz', this year. But whom am I buying gifts for? I clearly don't know who considers me to be a real friend now after the little chat I was let in on the other day. Well.
I am not a fan of this "Secret Santa", I don't like the idea of not being able to get something that really means something for the person I want it to be for. There's a lot of vague in my life at the moment, and as you may have noticed - a lot of "something"s.
Absolutely in lurrrve and terrified. The lurrve is of 'Everyone Needs a Fence to Lean on'. WHAT A SONG. The terrified would be me, turning on my phone for the first time all day and getting a text from my singing teacher telling me my singing exam has magically jumped forward by 8 days. Lalalala. This isn't happening. I translated Chaucer all on my own :)
Oh, and at all costs avoid getting your nail trapped in a detagger and then half of it ripping off. At work. The pain is more than it sounds. It's also very embarrassing. I can definitely back that one up.
Maybe I'll make home cooked gifts this year? I just don't have the time!!!!
I think a few cracks have started to close, maybe not the right way but I definitely prefer windows to doors.

Saturday, 6 November 2010

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Take Off Your Colours

Stop pulling me back to reality. I do research in the evenings and sleep all day. I answer the phone without a voice (quite literally) and I've given in on the whatever is behind the front door. I want the change without the consequence. Could that go on my Christmas list to Santa? I'm avoiding mirrors and photographs, unless they date before 2009. The book I'm reading, "The Wit and Wisdom of Oscar Wilde" is little more than brilliant. Quotes may appear here, and there. I swear the landing light keeps clicking on and off. No more lunch dates. Definitely no more boy-s. I think I'm throwing in the towel on my current education? I know this is bad but I can't seem to muster much towards this great catastrophe. Coast is fabulous. I think a written diary might make much more sense from now on. I've got History for Sale, on repeat. When did my cat get so loud?

"We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars."