Can we all observe a moment's silence? My computer at work died. It's having a brain transplant as I type this, I can't bear to watch it.
It's scary how much of my life is stored electronically, like my whole PhD, and all my music.
Anyways, this weekend, me and Mary are going away to London. We've splashed out on a hotel, and tonight we're going to see only what I consider the best band in the world, Barenaked Ladies with Sebby.
Tomorrow, we're going to catch up with Jean Marie and Chad at the Tate, chill out and then probably gonna cook up a storm at JM's place.
Sunday will be a nice easy lazy day, having brunch with Katey and Sarah, then back to Oxford!
If only real life was as appealing as going away for the weekend.
I am also absolutely in love with Mika at the moment, I've had his album on back to back playback on my iPod for a few days now.
I bought his album with The Fray and Fall Out Boy's new ones but I think everyone needs a bit of camp, kitsch, cheesy music in their lives!
And before I shoot off for the weekend, thanks to Tim who linked me to this that kept me amused for a few hours. (I am a simple child really, it's the small things that keep me happy!)
Have a good weekend y'all!
xXx <---ooo, that reminded me of Vin Diesel, yum
Friday, March 30, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
News Amusement
Tee hee hee
This cheered me up on a foggy Tuesday morning.
That and the fact that I was awake at 7:30am *no, I'm not ill, I just woke up*
This cheered me up on a foggy Tuesday morning.
That and the fact that I was awake at 7:30am *no, I'm not ill, I just woke up*
Friday, March 23, 2007
The maligned child
First of all, had an absolute blast of a time last weekend with John, was absolutely exhausted when he left but it was great to catch up and gossip about the people we know. I don't often do blasts from the pasts type catch up so it's a bit weird when 10 years after you've left school, you realise you're still interested in what some of them do. Pictures to follow soon, I am too tired to do much!
The week has been a bit hectic, the hobby of making money is fruitful and I feel like a big roller, but I'm running out of time in a day to do everything I want to do, it's very frustrating.
What I am writing about is that I feel a bit ignored at the moment by my supervisor. He's the loveliest man and is very kind but he's just a bit odd when it comes to priorities. I've been waiting for a single fecking letter for my funding body for almost 3 weeks now explaining that I don't have to pay anymore fees and that I am in the process of completing my thesis. He hasn't even had the decency to spend about 1/2 hour to compose the letter. I am sorely tempted to type it up and hand it over to him to just put his Ben Franklin on it. Then again, it's just helping him to abscond his responsibility and maybe emasculate his role as the top dog?
Although I'm happy to do the latter, I'm less inclined to do the former. It's his responsibility since that's what was decided when I would be joining him as his student.
And on a related note, I handed something for him to read a few months ago and had to ask for it back from him yesterday. It's bad enough that I'm still doing more experiments and have received flies that will take a month to decontaminate before I can even do any work on them, I feel like an aside in his priorities of life.
Even if the enthusiasm that greeted me 4 years ago now is lost, an appreciable effort should be made (at the very least) to ensure that it's finished so that he doesn't tarnish his untested record of supervising students. To be fair, if anyone does ask me about him, I would recommend they stay away as he has a habit of choosing his favorites and leaving the rest to flounder, you do not want to feel as if your supervisor has a waning interest in your work when you've given up 4 years of your life on it and it feels like it's going nowhere.
I've even started considering shelf-stacking as it would potentially be more motivating and self-fulfilling at the moment.
The week has been a bit hectic, the hobby of making money is fruitful and I feel like a big roller, but I'm running out of time in a day to do everything I want to do, it's very frustrating.
What I am writing about is that I feel a bit ignored at the moment by my supervisor. He's the loveliest man and is very kind but he's just a bit odd when it comes to priorities. I've been waiting for a single fecking letter for my funding body for almost 3 weeks now explaining that I don't have to pay anymore fees and that I am in the process of completing my thesis. He hasn't even had the decency to spend about 1/2 hour to compose the letter. I am sorely tempted to type it up and hand it over to him to just put his Ben Franklin on it. Then again, it's just helping him to abscond his responsibility and maybe emasculate his role as the top dog?
Although I'm happy to do the latter, I'm less inclined to do the former. It's his responsibility since that's what was decided when I would be joining him as his student.
And on a related note, I handed something for him to read a few months ago and had to ask for it back from him yesterday. It's bad enough that I'm still doing more experiments and have received flies that will take a month to decontaminate before I can even do any work on them, I feel like an aside in his priorities of life.
Even if the enthusiasm that greeted me 4 years ago now is lost, an appreciable effort should be made (at the very least) to ensure that it's finished so that he doesn't tarnish his untested record of supervising students. To be fair, if anyone does ask me about him, I would recommend they stay away as he has a habit of choosing his favorites and leaving the rest to flounder, you do not want to feel as if your supervisor has a waning interest in your work when you've given up 4 years of your life on it and it feels like it's going nowhere.
I've even started considering shelf-stacking as it would potentially be more motivating and self-fulfilling at the moment.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
superfluous simplicity
I've had a little too much time to think lately, I must make myself busy otherwise I spend too much time thinking.
Recently I've met a few random people off the Internet, which got me to thinking that I could now indulge myself doing what I love doing whenever I find time. People-watching. It's an odd habit, I like sitting in a shop, watching people go by and entertain myself to what they could be doing or what they should be doing or even where they are going. If a couple or a family cross my viewing line, I play mind games with myself as to their state of their relationships and what they will be doing for the rest of the day together. But I digress, let me move back to the original point of trying to watch people on the great invention of mankind called the world-wide web.
The emergence of such a wondrous technology has enabled people to communicate with anyone they choose, to have more opportunities open to them that would have never presented before and to interact in the way they please. It allows people to present themselves to the world as how they imagined in the mind. The great web of anonymity is a comforting cloak to have, much like how a child holds on to their favorite toy.
Human interactions have always been interesting. The mind games that are played in the act of courtship for human relationships have eluded me, although I am now currently on a steep learning curve. It is much simpler to have your innate biological nature present itself. The courtship rituals of birds and other animals follow a set pattern and is governed by genetics. The rules are set and it's hard to change them. If only human relationships (of any description) were that easy!
The ability to communicate with people on an instant, daily basis perhaps is the downfall of us. Things seem less exciting, the lack of pause between something happening and being shared decreases the impact and value of it. I don't understand how people insist that the constant barrage of the Internet is any good, thus superfluous simplicity. But perhaps I am just over-thinking something simple as usual.
On another note, I find myself defined by people of my surroundings, yet I find that people insist I have a strong personality. I find it odd, although perhaps I am the chameleon, merging into the character of what people prefer. That is oddly disturbing and strangely satisfying at the same time.
It's 3am and I'm still awake. My cleaner will not be impressed when I am not awake before she gets here again.
Recently I've met a few random people off the Internet, which got me to thinking that I could now indulge myself doing what I love doing whenever I find time. People-watching. It's an odd habit, I like sitting in a shop, watching people go by and entertain myself to what they could be doing or what they should be doing or even where they are going. If a couple or a family cross my viewing line, I play mind games with myself as to their state of their relationships and what they will be doing for the rest of the day together. But I digress, let me move back to the original point of trying to watch people on the great invention of mankind called the world-wide web.
The emergence of such a wondrous technology has enabled people to communicate with anyone they choose, to have more opportunities open to them that would have never presented before and to interact in the way they please. It allows people to present themselves to the world as how they imagined in the mind. The great web of anonymity is a comforting cloak to have, much like how a child holds on to their favorite toy.
Human interactions have always been interesting. The mind games that are played in the act of courtship for human relationships have eluded me, although I am now currently on a steep learning curve. It is much simpler to have your innate biological nature present itself. The courtship rituals of birds and other animals follow a set pattern and is governed by genetics. The rules are set and it's hard to change them. If only human relationships (of any description) were that easy!
The ability to communicate with people on an instant, daily basis perhaps is the downfall of us. Things seem less exciting, the lack of pause between something happening and being shared decreases the impact and value of it. I don't understand how people insist that the constant barrage of the Internet is any good, thus superfluous simplicity. But perhaps I am just over-thinking something simple as usual.
On another note, I find myself defined by people of my surroundings, yet I find that people insist I have a strong personality. I find it odd, although perhaps I am the chameleon, merging into the character of what people prefer. That is oddly disturbing and strangely satisfying at the same time.
It's 3am and I'm still awake. My cleaner will not be impressed when I am not awake before she gets here again.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Word of the day
I learnt a new word today
inequity
It's nice how it rolls of your tongue.
Must do more useful things in life.
inequity
It's nice how it rolls of your tongue.
Must do more useful things in life.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
That's why it's called...
retail therapy. You lucky, lucky people. I don't post for ages and now you get 2 posts in the same day. Apologies for the self-indulgent mood, I think the endorphins from spending money are kicking in.
I went out and bought a bicycle. I am mobile again. This is excellent news because I love cycling home at night, half pissed. It is a rather eye-opening experience. Walking home drunk in high heels just doesn't have the same appeal.
Then I stopped at my flower man van and bought a monster bunch of pink lilies. They WILL fit into my cubicle they call a room, after I have a spate of tidying of course.
And now I have lots of pleasant food for the evening. Decisions, decisions. Roast poussin with wild rice and courgettes? Or poached eggs with purple sprouting brocoli and brown rice?
Suggestions for getting high on the simple things in life on a postcard please
I went out and bought a bicycle. I am mobile again. This is excellent news because I love cycling home at night, half pissed. It is a rather eye-opening experience. Walking home drunk in high heels just doesn't have the same appeal.
Then I stopped at my flower man van and bought a monster bunch of pink lilies. They WILL fit into my cubicle they call a room, after I have a spate of tidying of course.
And now I have lots of pleasant food for the evening. Decisions, decisions. Roast poussin with wild rice and courgettes? Or poached eggs with purple sprouting brocoli and brown rice?
Suggestions for getting high on the simple things in life on a postcard please
A rant, a rant and a rant
I think evolution left my housemates behind in the selection process. That, or they forgot to get some neurons fired during their development.
It never used to bug me but it's now starting fricking piss me off. First up, I have the most monstrous sized mug in the world, it holds one pint of tea or coffee and one of the bints in the house decided to keep it in her room for a week. I had to leave an arsey note on their doors and then it reappeared. Which is fine, but you know what pissed me off? Didn't even fucking apologise. That's what pissed me off. You use my stuff for a week, I am pissed off and you can't fucking apologise? What rock did you crawl from?
And then someone decided that a plastic hand blender would be suitable for blending turmeric.
So now I have daisy yellow hand blender which has scrape marks as the idiot frantically tried to clean it. Yet again, left in the drawer without a word. Honestly!
Last night takes the biscuit though, really really does. Fat American bint decides to have a dinner party, takes bloody ages, I walk into the kitchen, and she doesn't offer any food even though I've got no space to cook, I normally would just ask my housemate, if they showed up, to eat (I always make too much food anyways). Then she broke my salad sauce server. Whicb pisses me off a lot as it's a present from A&A (who are now expecting a baby! yay!) and I make the most kick ass salad dressings which I will want lots off now that spring is here and I don't have to eat crappy stodgy food so I don't feel cold.
And this morning, I go back into the kitchen, and she's 'washed-up'. Note how carefully I used the word, as there were still food, yes, flecks of food on my dishes and FAT from the roast in my roasting tin. YUM. I almost threw up, I had to wash it all up again.
Now, you would think with everyone having some brains, since we're all at the big O (and it's not an orgasm, think of one of the top universities in the world), a brain is rather necessary.
As Gav said the other day though, it's not as if they aren't intelligent, we're all bright (well, I should hope I am, must be a reason they let me in) but that some people are so obtuse to other people around them. This lack of consideration for other pisses me off, I have never lived with people who have taken the mickey like them.
Rant over.
On a more pleasant note, one of the A is arriving on Tuesday for a few days and JH from home will be here next weekend so will be in London and then rushing around Oxford. No idea why he thought a weekend was long enough. :-)
Busy busy time, no time to do my lucrative hobby of gambling.
Although I am getting slightly disillusioned by it this weekend. At which point does your rate of return is not worth the effort? I am still trying to decide that.
I need a new career. All suggestions welcome.
*I think we can scratch writing and science if you've been reading my blog ;-)*
It never used to bug me but it's now starting fricking piss me off. First up, I have the most monstrous sized mug in the world, it holds one pint of tea or coffee and one of the bints in the house decided to keep it in her room for a week. I had to leave an arsey note on their doors and then it reappeared. Which is fine, but you know what pissed me off? Didn't even fucking apologise. That's what pissed me off. You use my stuff for a week, I am pissed off and you can't fucking apologise? What rock did you crawl from?
And then someone decided that a plastic hand blender would be suitable for blending turmeric.
So now I have daisy yellow hand blender which has scrape marks as the idiot frantically tried to clean it. Yet again, left in the drawer without a word. Honestly!
Last night takes the biscuit though, really really does. Fat American bint decides to have a dinner party, takes bloody ages, I walk into the kitchen, and she doesn't offer any food even though I've got no space to cook, I normally would just ask my housemate, if they showed up, to eat (I always make too much food anyways). Then she broke my salad sauce server. Whicb pisses me off a lot as it's a present from A&A (who are now expecting a baby! yay!) and I make the most kick ass salad dressings which I will want lots off now that spring is here and I don't have to eat crappy stodgy food so I don't feel cold.
And this morning, I go back into the kitchen, and she's 'washed-up'. Note how carefully I used the word, as there were still food, yes, flecks of food on my dishes and FAT from the roast in my roasting tin. YUM. I almost threw up, I had to wash it all up again.
Now, you would think with everyone having some brains, since we're all at the big O (and it's not an orgasm, think of one of the top universities in the world), a brain is rather necessary.
As Gav said the other day though, it's not as if they aren't intelligent, we're all bright (well, I should hope I am, must be a reason they let me in) but that some people are so obtuse to other people around them. This lack of consideration for other pisses me off, I have never lived with people who have taken the mickey like them.
Rant over.
On a more pleasant note, one of the A is arriving on Tuesday for a few days and JH from home will be here next weekend so will be in London and then rushing around Oxford. No idea why he thought a weekend was long enough. :-)
Busy busy time, no time to do my lucrative hobby of gambling.
Although I am getting slightly disillusioned by it this weekend. At which point does your rate of return is not worth the effort? I am still trying to decide that.
I need a new career. All suggestions welcome.
*I think we can scratch writing and science if you've been reading my blog ;-)*
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Of life!
Busy busy busy bee
Last weekend, went to see Tim Minchin, who I think is one of the most hilarious comedians in the world, he writes funny songs, go and listen to the songs on his website! He has this really funny back-combed hair situation and massive eyes that seem to stare at you intensely. He also works the stage barefoot. The show was great, worth the money I paid for it but he needs to work more on the improvisation stuff that would make him stand out. His show was good, (shame I forgot my camera) but reasonably scripted and it was obvious!! Unfortunate about that but I guess that's all that matters.
Went with Mary and before hand, we decided to stuff ourselves silly with food at one of the nicest places I'd eaten all year, we tried out London St Brasserie in Reading (and before anyone makes any sarky comments, Reading isn't all that bad!! It's not good but it's not a complete shite hole). I had the crab salad (wow, I've never seen that much seafood in a restaurant in England, mentalist) and the sea bass fillet with yummy stuff (I can't be arsed to type it all out). Mary had duck spring rolls and a luscious looking chicken and we both topped ourselves with the best English invention in the world, sticky toffee pudding. Having drunk a bottle of wine and talked far too much crap about the state of our lives, we had a quick coffee and had to leg it to the show. *I say legging it, I was more of the waddling variety due to the amount of food*
Then came back and while away Sunday. (And Monday, come to think of it!!)
Met up with Katey today for lunch at Zizzi's. Was very pleasant, very nice to meet up with her to have lunches once a week. I shall miss that terribly when she finishes teaching in Oxford next week. How will I cope.
Received a minor piece of bad news, the paper for my thesis was rejected (AGAIN!) and now I'm back in the lab working on more experiments. Don't get me wrong, I love science and I love research but I would just like the damned thing to be over and done with you know?
And now, I have to prepare for my little kiddies on Thursday, teaching them all about developmental biology, YAY! Should be good. Must remember to email them to hand in their work, if not on time, then something for me to look at. Oxford has a weird system....
Weekend with Becky in Bristol, be prepared for us to descend into town for happy hour!! She has promised to weld my handbag to me this time so no more untoward incidents will be happening there!!!!
Shit, I have a life again, how did that happen before I finished writing my thesis? EEP.... bad bad bad ...
Can people remind me to bring a camera so that I take pictures of my life?
Last weekend, went to see Tim Minchin, who I think is one of the most hilarious comedians in the world, he writes funny songs, go and listen to the songs on his website! He has this really funny back-combed hair situation and massive eyes that seem to stare at you intensely. He also works the stage barefoot. The show was great, worth the money I paid for it but he needs to work more on the improvisation stuff that would make him stand out. His show was good, (shame I forgot my camera) but reasonably scripted and it was obvious!! Unfortunate about that but I guess that's all that matters.
Went with Mary and before hand, we decided to stuff ourselves silly with food at one of the nicest places I'd eaten all year, we tried out London St Brasserie in Reading (and before anyone makes any sarky comments, Reading isn't all that bad!! It's not good but it's not a complete shite hole). I had the crab salad (wow, I've never seen that much seafood in a restaurant in England, mentalist) and the sea bass fillet with yummy stuff (I can't be arsed to type it all out). Mary had duck spring rolls and a luscious looking chicken and we both topped ourselves with the best English invention in the world, sticky toffee pudding. Having drunk a bottle of wine and talked far too much crap about the state of our lives, we had a quick coffee and had to leg it to the show. *I say legging it, I was more of the waddling variety due to the amount of food*
Then came back and while away Sunday. (And Monday, come to think of it!!)
Met up with Katey today for lunch at Zizzi's. Was very pleasant, very nice to meet up with her to have lunches once a week. I shall miss that terribly when she finishes teaching in Oxford next week. How will I cope.
Received a minor piece of bad news, the paper for my thesis was rejected (AGAIN!) and now I'm back in the lab working on more experiments. Don't get me wrong, I love science and I love research but I would just like the damned thing to be over and done with you know?
And now, I have to prepare for my little kiddies on Thursday, teaching them all about developmental biology, YAY! Should be good. Must remember to email them to hand in their work, if not on time, then something for me to look at. Oxford has a weird system....
Weekend with Becky in Bristol, be prepared for us to descend into town for happy hour!! She has promised to weld my handbag to me this time so no more untoward incidents will be happening there!!!!
Shit, I have a life again, how did that happen before I finished writing my thesis? EEP.... bad bad bad ...
Can people remind me to bring a camera so that I take pictures of my life?
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Aren't the police efficient?
My case has been closed.
It took them less than 24 hours to close the case. No wonder their crime numbers look good. Honestly, you never feel the brunt of the system until you are in it.
The letter is dated 27 January, the same day I reported the crime. Not that it matters that a few days later I have a few phone numbers rung by the little gits who stole my phone. They can't do anything about a phone number unless it's been reported.
I love being a victim of a crime and how well we're treated.
Maybe I should move to America and buy a gun, at least then I'll know what to do when I find a thieving little git.
It took them less than 24 hours to close the case. No wonder their crime numbers look good. Honestly, you never feel the brunt of the system until you are in it.
The letter is dated 27 January, the same day I reported the crime. Not that it matters that a few days later I have a few phone numbers rung by the little gits who stole my phone. They can't do anything about a phone number unless it's been reported.
I love being a victim of a crime and how well we're treated.
Maybe I should move to America and buy a gun, at least then I'll know what to do when I find a thieving little git.
Monday, January 29, 2007
It's been a while
A short summary of my life....
It sucks.
Otherwise known as the day my bag got nicked. Was out Friday night with Bex having a last drink at "The Living Room" at Oxford castle when some inconsiderate bastard stole my bag.
Karma has it that the person who stole my bag will have something bad happen to them.
God probably has a few words about it as well.
I'm sure the universe will right the wrong.
Self-centered? Moi?
Life is boring, beyond the shooting myself in the skull boring. My brain feels like mush, my thesis looks like shit and I feel like crap (I'm coming down with a cold)
However, I do have a new Radley purse on the way *very lush, very excited*
and I can shop for a new phone :D
It sucks.
Otherwise known as the day my bag got nicked. Was out Friday night with Bex having a last drink at "The Living Room" at Oxford castle when some inconsiderate bastard stole my bag.
Karma has it that the person who stole my bag will have something bad happen to them.
God probably has a few words about it as well.
I'm sure the universe will right the wrong.
Self-centered? Moi?
Life is boring, beyond the shooting myself in the skull boring. My brain feels like mush, my thesis looks like shit and I feel like crap (I'm coming down with a cold)
However, I do have a new Radley purse on the way *very lush, very excited*
and I can shop for a new phone :D
Sunday, January 14, 2007
A complete and utter...
fraud. Here I am, sitting in a chair, watching words on a piece of paper, trying to understand and rearrange them to coherent thoughts.
It is a futile attempt. The words are rearranged at random in my head, there is no clarity. My thoughts feel as if someone has drowned them. I sit here and I think.
A fog clouds my brain and dulls my senses. I cannot even though I try.
It is a futile attempt. The words are rearranged at random in my head, there is no clarity. My thoughts feel as if someone has drowned them. I sit here and I think.
A fog clouds my brain and dulls my senses. I cannot even though I try.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Happy New Year!
Welcome to 2007! I enjoyed my New Year's Eve. I spent it at home by myself. Not in a crowded bar, not in a queue to get into a hip club, not wet and not cold.
Very pleased with that effect.
I did not however, write much more of my thesis, which is a great disappointment.
I turned on the radio today and by accident caught a man called Tim Minchin. A comedic musician who is undeniably very Laugh-Out-Loud. I was chuckling in the solitary seclusion of my room to myself. (Well, I do that anyways, but there's a good reason for it here!!)
And my new current favorite band is called The Feeling, who have very cool upbeats and sing-along-type songs. Not sure if that's how they would describe themselves.
I will not continue to sit in front of my computer and do something useful.
Maybe..
Very pleased with that effect.
I did not however, write much more of my thesis, which is a great disappointment.
I turned on the radio today and by accident caught a man called Tim Minchin. A comedic musician who is undeniably very Laugh-Out-Loud. I was chuckling in the solitary seclusion of my room to myself. (Well, I do that anyways, but there's a good reason for it here!!)
And my new current favorite band is called The Feeling, who have very cool upbeats and sing-along-type songs. Not sure if that's how they would describe themselves.
I will not continue to sit in front of my computer and do something useful.
Maybe..
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Old age creeps up on you
And you would think that with each passing year I would get wiser.
Maybe I just get harder. And create an extra layer to peel off me.
I'm feeling rather mellow today. A few things happened which created undue stress for me, rather unnecessarily so needed time to chill. Went back to the lab to do a bit of work as it's nice and quiet now. Will pop back in tomorrow to keep a few things going. Decisions.
Went out last night with work peeps for a few drinks and I ended up drinking a fair bit and talking to a rather lovely Irish policeman. Shame he didn't take my number. Not that it matters, because as the years pass it's harder and harder for me to actually tell someone what I really feel. I also realised that most of the people I tend to hang out are boys. I do have very good female friends but none of them actually live near me. This is a situation which needs to be remedied.
Received a large CD delivery and I now have way too much chilled out music.
Currently listening to Ray Lamontagne.
Will move on to Scott Matthews next.
There's been a terrible fog around Oxford for the past 3-4 days. (I can't really tell for sure because I don't leave my room much anymore, yet the thesis isn't really looking that good.) But I spoke to the boss earlier and he said that the fog was rather wonderful because it gave Oxford a Dickens-esque charm, rather like how everyone pictures England in the olden days. Think sepia tint when you process your digital photos and it's like that. Very romantic. Not very nice if you're alone in the cold.
I saw the first few frozen cobwebs the other day. I love looking at frozen cobwebs. It's like little fragile pieces of ice that get melted by the day. Very much like life.
Haven't been to church in a while, missing out on God a bit but not really inspired to go at the moment. I should be more worried about it but yet, my faith isn't shaken. I can still argue that there is a God and that God shapes me and moves me in way which I can't describe but to me, there is no doubt that there is God and he works for me.
You know old age is creeping up on you when you start romanticising about days gone by and it begins to dawn on you that you should have learnt from the same old mistakes.
merry christmas and happy new year everyone. I miss all my friends dearly.
Maybe I just get harder. And create an extra layer to peel off me.
I'm feeling rather mellow today. A few things happened which created undue stress for me, rather unnecessarily so needed time to chill. Went back to the lab to do a bit of work as it's nice and quiet now. Will pop back in tomorrow to keep a few things going. Decisions.
Went out last night with work peeps for a few drinks and I ended up drinking a fair bit and talking to a rather lovely Irish policeman. Shame he didn't take my number. Not that it matters, because as the years pass it's harder and harder for me to actually tell someone what I really feel. I also realised that most of the people I tend to hang out are boys. I do have very good female friends but none of them actually live near me. This is a situation which needs to be remedied.
Received a large CD delivery and I now have way too much chilled out music.
Currently listening to Ray Lamontagne.
Will move on to Scott Matthews next.
There's been a terrible fog around Oxford for the past 3-4 days. (I can't really tell for sure because I don't leave my room much anymore, yet the thesis isn't really looking that good.) But I spoke to the boss earlier and he said that the fog was rather wonderful because it gave Oxford a Dickens-esque charm, rather like how everyone pictures England in the olden days. Think sepia tint when you process your digital photos and it's like that. Very romantic. Not very nice if you're alone in the cold.
I saw the first few frozen cobwebs the other day. I love looking at frozen cobwebs. It's like little fragile pieces of ice that get melted by the day. Very much like life.
Haven't been to church in a while, missing out on God a bit but not really inspired to go at the moment. I should be more worried about it but yet, my faith isn't shaken. I can still argue that there is a God and that God shapes me and moves me in way which I can't describe but to me, there is no doubt that there is God and he works for me.
You know old age is creeping up on you when you start romanticising about days gone by and it begins to dawn on you that you should have learnt from the same old mistakes.
merry christmas and happy new year everyone. I miss all my friends dearly.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
I have curly flies
Not curly fries.
You could have curly flies with your flied lice, if you went to a dodgy Chinese restaurant. Sadly mine are of the genetically modified variety.
There are words on paper, things are taking a lot longer than I thought they might. It all seemed so easy in my head and then I started writing and realised there's lots of things that needed to be done.
There will be a thesis soon!!
Until then...
you want flies with dat?
You could have curly flies with your flied lice, if you went to a dodgy Chinese restaurant. Sadly mine are of the genetically modified variety.
There are words on paper, things are taking a lot longer than I thought they might. It all seemed so easy in my head and then I started writing and realised there's lots of things that needed to be done.
There will be a thesis soon!!
Until then...
you want flies with dat?
Monday, December 04, 2006
You know it's serious....
when I turn down 2 invitations to party over the weekend and work on my paper.
It's very sad but I feel a great sense of achievement (if it ever gets published)
and now I feel like I'm on a steam train going at 100mph, this could mean that I might get my thesis done at some point!!
*disclaimer* am going out for christmas lunch with work on thursday. it involves alcohol.
It's very sad but I feel a great sense of achievement (if it ever gets published)
and now I feel like I'm on a steam train going at 100mph, this could mean that I might get my thesis done at some point!!
*disclaimer* am going out for christmas lunch with work on thursday. it involves alcohol.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
There's always more
I don't post for weeks and 2 posts in one night. I must be procrastinating...or thinking..
Late night internet shopping
So, instead of taking a break and speaking to real human beings (after all, I have friends in enough time zones)
I went shopping. The internet is a wonderful invention. Where would life be without the internet?
I have new shoes now.
I am about a billion years behind writing my thesis but I have kick ass shoes.
mwah mwah.
Friday, November 17, 2006
and one more thing
I now also officially hate the fact that I'm single.
(although the poor boy would have to share me with my work)
(although the poor boy would have to share me with my work)
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