Monday, August 20

At least I got to make use of my v. pretty stripey wellies..

As I sit at work staring out of the window I can't help but feel resentful to the weather.

It is a beautiful day outside, warm and sunny with a slight breeze - a perfect day for putting your washing on the line (If I in fact had a washing line, or even a garden for that matter...)

Yesterday couldn't have been more different..

We arrived at the V festival insanely early (2 hrs early) due to obsessive paranoia about traffic that didn't exist. We stood up in the rain for the next 13 hours. I feel like I may be about an inch shorter today.. Maybe will check that out later.. how odd would that be!

Very cold and very muddy, however, all of this pales into insignificance when you are stood about 15 metres away from Dave Grohl and can see the buttons on his shirt.

Ahhh.. and Snow Patrol were so good..

It almost makes me forget the hour and a half it took to leave the car park.

Thursday, August 2

Burning a hole in the pocket it never even reached..

I really did think that things may work out better financially once I was working..

Deary me, within 2 days of being paid (my FIRST paycheck) I have blown all of the money on a new car. I didn't even need the new car! (although it is very pretty and starts with a button..)

I blame James!

Now I can't buy my nice clothes for the holiday and will have to make do with the things I already own... grr...

Thursday, July 26

Hmm

Today as I left the house and ran through the rain to my car my sandwiches flew from my grasp and landed in a bush.

Great.

(work going well apart from that!)

Tuesday, July 10

Are cats whiskers supposed to fall out?

Well, have managed to shake off my unemployability curse! I start work tomorrow 14 minutes away in a very pretty office where the people all seem smiley..

Anyway, I arrive home (feeling like crap I may add - body has responded to impending job by giving me one hell of a cold) and find that my cat has got yet another whisker trapped and now seperate from her body in the keyboard of my computer.. This is the second one now? Am quite confused...

Also, after my adventures in the Lake District and then Wales I have returned home to the prospect of my hamster having a tumour. Not v. good..

Sheep shearing in Wales

For those who ever think "how cool would it be to go sheep shearing!" consider this a warning!!!
Last weekend I attended a course with James, Dad and cousin Tom. We were mainly there for Dads friend who has actually bought a flock of sheep but we were all pretty intrigued.

The men showed us how to do it on one sheep as we all stood watching in awe and then informed us that it was "our turn."


Arrrrrgh! It was mayhem! We had to walk into the pen and grab a sheep with our thumb inside its mouth at the back of it's teeth. The next move was to turn the sheeps head back on itself and wrestle it to the ground.

After about ten minutes I managed to awkwardly persuade my sheep to fall over whilst the men stood smirking. Dragging the sheep out on it's back by the leg and the briskit (Which I was calling the biscuit all the way through and no-one thought to correct me) I managed to drag the 5 stone dead wait out of the pen.

The an escapee jumped over my head and ran off.

Clearly terrified (and absolutely knackered) I then managed to cut open the poor things leg.

Please do not worry - sheep was not harmed - I was assured that is normal?!?!?

In total I managed three sheep.

James, in some kind of heroic effort (and much foul language), managed to de-coat 5 of the things. Unfortunately two of which were full of maggots...

Needless to say we all pulled a sickie for the second day and I am still feeling crippled with aches and pains. I have never done anything so gruelling in my life. Hats off to the lads who do thousands of the things!!

Will post some pics later..

Friday, June 22

Well, that's a first!

Hurrah!

Not only did I pass my degree (with first class honours I may add) and have officially paid for my holiday, but when I went into Borders I found a new Mike Gayle book. How good is this week getting?!?

Friday, June 8

Ahh my obviously well remembered Birthday approaches

Dad: Hey - what's your postcode?

Me: have you not sent my birthday card yet?

Dad: It may be a bit late.
We haven't put any money in it either.

me: Er, ok..

Dad: how many stamps am I meant to put on the envelope? Your mother has bought a ridiculously large card..


Oh dear God, what will be arriving in the post?!? I have visions of needing to collect it from the depot and it needing a roof rack..

Thursday, June 7

You know it's time to find a job when...

  • The last 4 items of clothing you bought were £3 or less in a sale
  • You watch clips of Neighbours on youtube where people like Harold Bishop died
  • You fall asleep with the cat on you and wake up slightly dribbling
  • The postman knows that you are in and waits for you to appear when he has a parcel (rather than knocking and walking away)
  • You begin to download random programmes, such as the F word from 4OD, to watch whilst you eat lunch
  • Lunch consists of cold spaghetti hoops as you are too lazy with boredom to actually cook them
  • It's your birthday at the weekend but you can't actually afford to do anything special
  • You get asked to help your sister dismantle shelves on a Wednesday afternoon
  • Having a shower at midday is now part of the "routine"
  • You have a "routine"

sigh...

Wednesday, June 6

Ramble

Presenatation over. Oh god - why did I spend the majority of it talking about how the dog in the picture looked like a pig?!? Hopefully they will have a sense of humour (or pity)


Feel quite sad now. It's strange knowing that the people you were so close to for the last three years won't be there anymore. The people who you went on holiday with, who shared your pain at deadlines, who helped you through the trauma. I'll miss every one of them.


Now I'm going to get a coffee before I get emotional!



(oh btw, never got a chance to blog this - night before deadline I had a flat tyre - outside my uni building. So much left to do and I was stranded waiting for the magical AA man to text me back in the pouring rain just metres from my building. I ventured out to get a coffee from Subway but when I got there they only had hot chocolate. Grr. Lost a whole hour that evening..)

Friday, June 1

Woooooo!


At 5pm it got locked in the room. That's it. Over.


Wooooooo!


Cannot believe that I have nothing to do this weekend but things that I want to do!




Sunday, May 27

5 days to go before my life begins

Holy Crap

5 days.

That is all I have before my project is in.

20 days until my fate is sealed and I am forced to go through the trauma of opening my results in a personal tutorial with my department head (how evil is that?!? I want to open them on my own in the toilet whilst rocking gently to and fro... to and fro...)

Am feeling v. stressed but mostly about how I do not actually seem stressed.. Odd I know, but I have spent the last 16 weeks working on this project and to be honest, I'm not far off getting it done. V. scared about picking up work from the printers.. Having dreams about putting my A1 boards onto the wall and discovering a huge spelling mistake (most probably in my name just to add to my unemployability) and then having to present to the tutors who will think I am completely thick just as they secretly thought..

Not entirely sure what happens once my work is locked in that room. I think I may have a computer free weekend so that I'm not tempted to look at work and notice problems. The concept of "free time" is also something I am not familiar with as I have not had any since A levels. What do free people do? Do you go out to town without the feelings of guilt and actually afford to buy more than two drinks because you have an actual grown up job?

Which leads me to the largest issue which keeps me awake at night. It took me a year and a half to get the job at Sainsbury's. How the hell am I going to find a proper job! Have become bitter to those lucky people who can go on graduate schemes with their guaranteed salary and medical plans. I just want to do what I have been training for for the last 4 years and what I have wanted to do for the last 8. Why must that be so difficult?

But on to happier thoughts! My Birthday approaches, and with it - a trip to the zoo :)

(well I can't think of anything else to do!)

Also having to cope with random family members buying me degree/work related presents or in some cases the certainty that they will actually forget altogether (as have officially become a work-hermit)

Right - am going to sit on sofa and have a nap.. will wake refreshed and ready to work!* My eyes feel fried..



*I don't actually believe that - it's just the only way I can justify sleeping

Thursday, May 17

Now an award winning designer..

...well, joint second place out of the 11 best designers in the uni isn't too bad!

Have now got to spend my meagre amount of money on a holiday to Venice and essentially send the trustees a postcard of some sort.

Now I just have to pray that the picture of me does not appear in the Birmingham Mail (Needless to say it rained on me on the way to the Jewellery Quarter..)

Saturday, May 12

if something could put you off having kids...

Have just got back from the most bizarre lunch ever!

James and I had a coffe and some toasted sandwiches which were v. nice in the Marks and Spencers restaurant. After we had sat down a couple with a toddler occupied the table next to us.

Their child then proceeded to belch his way through lunch. Honestly - I have never heard anything like it! It was so gross that I had to stop drinking for fear that I would throw up!

*shudder*

We were so relieved when they left, although ten minutes later they walked past with the child still doing it!! It reminded me of one of the baddies in my earthworm jim game that threw up fish...

Wednesday, May 9

7 hours

Yep.. The image previously blogged took seven hours to render.

In the end I had to set my alarm and wake up in the middle of the night to check it. V obsessive I know!

Picture looks great though! I have achieved quite a bit today, managing to create a board layout and another 3 images whilst fitting in a Pizza Hut at lunch. Yum.

Ooh, speaking of which, beloved Pizza Hut has been redesigned and now possesses a tasty interior as well as a tasty menu. Resorted to taking sneaky pictures on my phone camera to remember the bits that I liked. How sad. Degree has finally claimed my sanity.

At 5pm I trekked across Birmingham, dragging my soggy laptop bag behind me, and attempted to catch a train. Oh how I loathe the British Rail Network, where the smallest amount of rain can stop a train and a stray leaf could leave me stranded.

Nevertheless, I am now settled at my desk in the groove created in my seat pad, staring out at the rain with that smug feeling of being indoors. I think I shall go make a brew.

Tuesday, May 8

Early evening rambles

The time is.. 21:21.

I have been sat staring at an image loading on my screen for what feels like a lifetime. Well it probably is for the mayfly or something..

One and a half hours of my precious time dissolved into two inches of an image.

How will I get another 14 of these done in 7 days?

It's a strange feeling, being so close to the end. I feel elated - ready to find a job, house, new car. There is just this giant evil shadow (known as The Project) rearing it's ugly head and trampling upon my happy future thoughts. The thoughts that get me on the train and make it fun to sit at my computer. The thoughts that find me with the cat watching James wash the car on our driveway, contemplating what to make for dinner and how nice it would be if we redecorated the lounge...

Oh well, if this is what it takes then I suppose I shall just sit here for the next three hours and watch my future load in front of my eyes.

Thursday, April 26

A fractured life

It seems that my life is now progressing towards the end of my degree in fortnightly chunks. I have no memory of the last week or so and I am vaguely aware of the late nights.

Mostly I have measured time through my dentist appointments.

I am sat before my computer with three new fillings and £100 less in my account. Bastards.


Anyway..

Just a quick congratulations to my now engaged Brother - I am sorry I haven't spoken to you since my Sister told me but hey - you are obviously more like me! I promise I will tell you about my own engagement in person when you do ;)

Also have had fabulous day where I purchased a new pair of flip flops from animal and have liberated a rat that would have died had it been left to eat poison in next doors garden. He is now happily roaming the fields of Twycross, probably very confused about the strange boy who threw tarpaulin over the cage and threw bird seed all over it..

James has quite a few issues with rats. He came across this particular one last week in the compost heap, threw a banana at it and promptly ran away.

Have taken picture of the Rat (or Roger as I have called him) which I shall post when James gives me his phone...

Thursday, April 12

Wales

The highlights of my visit to Wales have to be:

1. Grandma explaining that the reason my chocolates on the dashboard hadn't melted was because she believed that the recipe had been altered so the chocolates could be sold in hot countries

2. Grandma fashioning a banana sandwich in the car after buying a loaf of bread in Morrisons

3. The weather being amazing and making me ever so slightly brown

Wednesday, April 4

Afraid of my blog

This may sound odd but for the past few weeks I have become completely irrational! Every time I have gone to either look at a blog or sign in to my own I have felt ill.

Maybe my conscience is stopping me from blogging for the sake of my degree?

Or maybe I'm embarassed to divulge that I was rejected from the job I applied for after a nerve wracking 10 days which made my mouth the focus of an ulcer convention.

Maybe I am also only just recovering enough to tell the world about the trauma that was Halle's 6th birthday party..

There were seven 6 year old screaming/crying/hitting one another for three hours whilst my sister and I sat rocking in a corner, almost in tears, regretting the whole idea.

I should have realised when all of the parents who dropped off their children patted me on the arm and told me how brave I was. They were animals - they had a piniata (no idea how that is spelt! - sorry BG!) which they hacked the limbs off and proceeded to crack it's head against the floor. It seemed to resemble a corpse hanging from the rafters..

Claire had also bought a CD for the party which, in a moment of cheapness, cost only £3. Needless to say this backfired as the songs on the playlist were actually sang by random people - the highlight of which was a gruff male voice singing a mcFly song.

Needless to say I slept for 11 hours that night.

Anyway, I'm allowing myself a break in the sunshine and a catch up on the world.

Saturday, March 17

how? HOW???

Oh my god..

I just "lost" theme hospital.. I didn't know you could?!?

Everything was going so well.. I feel slightly dissallusioned (is that even spelt right?)

Friday, March 16

I'm back baby!

Wow..

didn't realise quite how long it had been.

Afterwhat seems like 2 seconds (but was actually three weeks) I have finally come out of the 'research tunnel' and emerged blinking into the hell hole that is 'looking for a job.'

It's the moment I have dreaded for four whole years and it feels like it has appeared out of nowhere and slapped me in the face.

Trouble is I have found the absolute perfect graduate job and it will be 5 days before I learn my fate. I'm so nervous and I only submitted my application ten minutes ago..

"If there is anyone out there willing to employ me - please let me know!!!"

On a plus note - congratulations to my friend Alex who found out at uni yesterday that she is having a baby! Hurrah! V. pleased for them :)

Thursday, February 22

A pilchard doesn't even come close

As I stood pinned to the wall of the train with my back digging into the bizarrly placed handrail, a sweaty armpit inches from my head and chipmunk dance music blaring it's tinny tones throughout the carriage, I realised the train service had reached an all time low.

My personal space was now roughly three inches in front of me as I stood face to face with the woman in front, close enough to make out the pores in her skin and hear the music from her headphones. You never know quite where to look when they are leaning on the wall to steady themselves close to your left ear and essentially pinning you to the wall. The train is no place for those uncomfortable in crowds.

In that typically British way we all make small talk about how crowded it is, 34 people swaying around us in the space of one carriage entrance space. The man belonging to the sweaty armpit starts talking lewdly about one of the other women in the train further back and the woman I am attached to looks pitifully towards him.

Walking has proved to be just as ghastly..

This morning as I walked through the streets of Birmingham I almost slipped over on what turned out to be a used condom.

How classy...

Thursday, February 15

Some things are just not meant to be... Like getting to uni and actually brushing your teeth

As I exited the shower and threw on some clothes James asked if I could just run him down to the post office to get the FT for uni.

As we left I grabbed his keys, put on a coat and informed him that he would have to go in as I had wet hair, no make-up and hadn't brushed my teeth yet.

Once at the shop James's friend arrived and he went off to uni with him.

With the house keys.

It dawned on me, as I sat helpless on the driveway, that I was a complete state, had no money, no phone and none of my uni work with me.

Oh crap.


I wandered around the garden in a vain attemt to see if there were any hidden keys. There were none.

In the end I ventured up the road to James's Sisters house. Someone was in but reluctant to answer. After three attempts (and about 20 minutes and some emotional brakedown) the door was answered and I managed to call James's Dad, who called his Mum, who gave me James's number which I then rang.

To cut a long story short I ended up driving to Stafford to wait for James to appear from a lecture without any makeup and with crazy drying hair and finally got into the house at half past 3.

Hmmm

Tuesday, February 13

It's not every day that you get approached by a giant sperm..

Whilst getting my lunch from the neighbouring university I was approached by a giant sperm. Odd..

He gave me a bag of condoms and walked away...

Then a lady from Heart FM decided she wanted me and my friend to give her some sound bites for the news..

Thank god it wasn't Midlands Today...

Thursday, February 8

Anticipation

Observations


10:30 pm - no snow
11:30 pm - no snow
4:00 am - no snow
5:30 am - no snow hmmm
6:30 am - SNOW! hurrah!


I awoke (after a night of restless anticipation) to a crisp carpet of sparkling white. Eager to not miss a second of it - in that very British way mostly shown in summer months - I got dressed in my warm clothes and accompanied James's Mum on a walk with the dogs.




In the end I ventured into Birmingham for my 15 minute tutorial (tutor would not accept excuses.. grr..) and braved the trains.
At this point I must complain..
To those in control of Tamworth station - evil gits..
Why oh why did you decide to lock the waiting room?
I stood shivering in the snow for half an hour waiting for my train. Every time a train went through it brought a draught of snow crashing into my face which resulted in my friends at uni laughing at how red my cheeks were when I arrived...
All in all - snow gets the thumbs up :)


Tuesday, February 6

Let it snow..

The car wash has magical powers over me..

It's so exciting when your in the car and all the flappy things are twirling over you. James was less than impressed though and kept doing his worried face about the wing mirrors.

Who cares if the wing mirror breaks off?

Unfortunately car has come out still slightly dirty.. am toying with the idea of taking it back all disgusted. At least all traces of the "mud incident" have now completely gone..

Apart from car washing joy the rest of my day was a bit non descript - I went into uni for my tutorial, hung around for half an hour and was told they were running a couple of hours late and that I have to come back on Thursday. Oooh which brings me to...

Snow!

According to two independant weather type sources Tamworth will get heavy snow on Thursday! Hurrah!

I shall buy a new snow coat in celebration and get to wear the lovely green bobble hat I got off James for Christmas.. lalalalalaaaa...

Saturday, February 3

IT help desks - are they run by people with no technical knowledge?

It's always amusing to listen to James on the phone to help desks..

"I'm having trouble getting a default gateway from my home hub"

"yes, my IP address is.."

"well I can't give you my default gateway as I don't have one"


The greatest part is that he knows more than the person on the phone but has no access to their controls..

He is now currently in an argument with the man on the phone as the man keeps blaming random parts of our network.

They have met their match..

Friday, February 2

A slight bout of panic

As of today I only have one more piece of work to hand in before the end of my degree.



Oh dear God

(on a lighter note - what do you reckon about my background? pretty eh? :)

Feeling drained (literally)

I stand up as the Nurse calls out my name and walk calmly to the little room.

"Please sit in the chair."

The Nurse is indicating for me to sit in what I can only describe as a chair of torture. It had things which I put my feet in and weird arms that seemed to fit the shape of my arm.. rather too well..

"Right, so we are taking a blue, orange, purple and grey then.." (I think those were the colours..)

What??? 4??? I thought they would just all share the one sample?

I sit in the chair whilst the Nurse tells me how she likes my vein (it must be particularly pretty as they all say that to me..) and try to transport myself away to a land where I am not feeling dizzy and slightly tense.

I tell the Nurse about evil Nurse in Manchester who drops the cover and rams the needle into my arm whilst picking it up and she gives me simpathetic comments which I lap up.

What seems like an hour later, she changes to the last bottle. I get the feeling I am talking gibberish to her. Once the needle is removed she asks how I am (you look a little pale?) and I inform her that I'm generally quite a pale person.

As I leave I go to book the appointment for my results.

There is a queue of old ladies.

Why must they take so long?

Room spinning slightly.. oh god please not like the Science lesson... (traumatic episode after my TB jab where I awoke to find my entire Science class looking down on me..)

Thankfully I get to the counter and lean rather heavily on it.

Appointment booked I leave in a rather tipsy manner and try to locate James.

Am now sat at home frantically printing out my hand in to take over to Birmingham. My arms look very pale.. How long does it take for the blood to re-appear???

Wednesday, January 31

Stuck in the Mud

Well, as the dissertation is handed in and I have officially pitched my first design to a real life client I finally have the time to catch up on my blogging...

About a week ago James's Dad rang up to say he was stuck in a field.

We mocked him continuously after we rescued him only to have the same thing happen to us a couple of days after... ahem...

We were investigating Sandon Hall and took a wrong turn onto a single track road which led to a rather intimidating farm. When we realised we were heading for the farm we panicked. After reversing for about half a mile and almost running over 3 pheasants we decided to just turn around on the frosty grass.

James took us onto the grass and unfortunately we hadn't realised there was a giant marsh type thing there.

Yep, James had to run up to the farm and beg for help whilst I sat and tried to become invisible in the car.

A few minutes later James comes sprinting down the lane (I immediately presume the farmer is chasing him and start to try and frantically free the car) and he informs me the farmer is following with a tractor.

An hour later we were home and trying to wash our shame and embarassment, which had taken the form of thick orange mud, from our recently valetted car.


On a new note, I seem to have worked so hard I have given myself an illness.. Having spent the last fortnight in pure stressville I have now got some sort of thyroid problem which feels like it is choking me.. Got to go for blood tests on Friday. (James is making me laugh as he keeps asking if it was his fault - over Christmas I accidentally got elbowed in the neck)

Friday, January 26

The Twilight Zone

Yesterday evening James and I went on a family outing to the cinema to see Miss Potter (very bizarre I know!).

Amy was nearly half an hour late and so we arrived at the cinema with a second to spare before the trailers ended and the film began. As we stood in the queue the girl at the desk began ripping lengths of paper out of her desk. She picked up a telephone and dialed a number..

The phone at the empty desk next to her began to ring.

Eventually a rather lanky young man arrived to her aid and stood pointing at things whilst she continued to pull all of the paper roll from her printer. I supressed the urge to shout "just open the other bloody desk"

Finally the girl sorted it out and we purchased our tickets.

As we walked into the screen we were about 10 minutes into the film.

As the film drew to an end and James and I sensed that the credits were about to roll, we started to prepare to leave.

Credits are now at "Cheif Auditor" and "Legal Advisers" and nobody has left the cinema.

We sit stunned, not knowing what to do in this scenario we sit and try to find the most amusing name on the credits.

The images at the side of the credits have now gone and still nobody moves!

James tells me that he is quite desperate for thee toilet but he can't get out of the screen until everyone moves.

A fit of the giggles begins to set in. Why is no-one leaving!!!

As the credits stop and the lights come on the collection of people around us (mostly in their latter years) begin to walk down to the bottom of the stairs. At this point they then begin to make friends with each other and discuss the film!

So strange! At this point James rushes out of the screen to the bathroom and i dissolve into laughter...

The staff holding the door open looked as confused as we were.




(also - I changed the printer to fast draught today and it scared the hell out of me! It was practically launching paper at my face and I'm pretty sure the whole room was shaking...)


Tuesday, January 23

TOW kitty goes to the vet

Oh deary me..

Today Kitty went to the vets for her claws to be trimmed and to have an injection of antibiotics.

She was not amused when I removed her from her breakfast and placed her inside a cage. She was also quite upset when I took her up the road to Amy's house in said cage in below freezing temperatures. By the time she got to the vets in Solihull she must have been quite p'd off.

According to Amy my cat managed to turn into a psychopath screaming and hissing and, when detained by two nurses, promptly began to bite everyone. The tried to hold her down with a towel but to no avail.

In the end they put her into a "feisty cat bag." Yes, that is indeed a cat version of those bags that they use on swans..

Monday, January 22

Who just finished a dissertation? Oh yes, that's right - ME!!!

Wahay!

Dissertation done (well, first draft.. getting read by James tomorrow..)

I feel liberated!

Tinged with sadness at cat going to vets tomorrow.. Once again she has managed to produce copious amounts of puss (hehe.. pardon the pun!) in her paws..

Also cat has managed to remove a menu from 3d max and am desperately seeking for a way to bring it back..

Hmm..

(must also use this opportunity to admit that I am an awful person. I was going to enter the cat in a competition to use her as the "new face of purina one" and then pulled out as I got afraid that her original owners would recognise her and want her back. Ahem)

Saturday, January 20

My new years resolutions always begin late..

essay word count: 2780 (good as I restarted essay this morning - long story)
Amount of 5 a day fruit and veg consumed: 2 (and a quarter) not very good..

I never like to decide on a resolution without proper thought. I have decided that my new years resolutions are as follows:

1. Must always put full effort into degree work
2. Must not put off degree work in order to sleep on couch
3. Must get up earlier and make an effort with breakfast
4. Must attempt to have 5 fruit or veg portions a day


Well, my will power is lasting out today, I have managed to do half of my essay this morning - meaning I have broken through the mental block barrier! Hurrah!

V. nice tutor woman helped me - I never realised how much help explaining my essay would be in actually writing it! (sounds silly but it had never occured to me..)

Am also on a healthy new year mission. I am so fed up with eating junk, so have decided to try and keep to the 5-a-day campaign. Also, am starting to have home made bagels with philadelphia, watercress and chicken for lunch next week instead of my usual stress food of kinder egg, cherry lips, peanut chunky kitkat and a rather dubious packaged sandwich.

Oooh - on the subject of "the great gale of 2007" - Noticed through blown over fence panel that neighbours wooden summer house was sat upside down on its roof!


On a lighter note, success of essay is a direct result of buying James his nintendo wii. All praise the Wii.. Have been able to sit and work without any form of interruption :)

I've never seen him get so much exercise playing a game..

Monday, January 15

Finished by Wednesday? It'd have to be a bloody miracle..

word count 1900 (ish)


Sat down to do work at 7.

word count is now 1870...


HOW?!?

It seems I can only delete things or replace gibberish with shorter sentances and, as a result, am never ever going to finish this bloody essay.

Sunday, January 14

Following from a previous blog topic elsewhere..

The curse of the computer

Someone (namely James) once told me that it is nigh on impossible to crash a mac.

I feel that today I have aquired enough proof to eradicate that theory.

Am cursed. Macs hate me. Am mac devil.


I was writing dissertation on James's (far prettier and more slender) laptop today - he stole mine to watch a million Rocky films - gahhhh - and realised had not saved work for a while.

Pressed the cute little floppy disc icon (why are we still so backward with icons? surely cd or memory stick image is more relevant now?) and the little pinwheel came u.

Stared at it for 5 minutes.

Pinwheel keeps turning and turning. Quite hypnotic actually...

Once I had pulled my gaze away it occured to me that i needed to restart.

This would mean losing a whole page of work. (!)

Luckily had viewed the whole page before saving and if squinting hard enough could make out writing.. So sat down and hand wrote (shock horror) the whole page.

Now i just have to re-type the whole thing..

Thursday, January 11

Post 100

Wow, 100 posts.. I feel I am growing up.. have managed to actually stick with something and not get bored!

Well, I think everyone now knows about me and James apart from my Brother and Sister. (I was going to tell them at the weekend when it was Nephews Birthday but there were so many people there and I didn't want to steal any of the limelight from the baby..)

Am now suffering from "work crisis"

Have realised that my dissertation is due in 3 weeks along with my pitch to the Birmingham Museum guys and am rather worried I just wont get it done..  To remedy this I have booked an appointment to talk through my dissertation next 
Wednesday just to scare me into getting the bloody thing done!

Tutorial is with new person who is filling in for tutor having mysterious operation. Fill in tutor happens to be called Jane McDonald which keeps making me smirk uncontrollably and am worried I have turned it into a "thing" and now I will not be able to control my thoughts of random outbursts of show shongs..

Anyway, I am going back to my strangly addictive searching for country manor houses....

Friday, January 5

Sparkle sparkle sparkle



How pretty is that?!? He did a good job on his own! Am amazed.. diamond seems to hover unnattached to anything..

Must explain the presence of the photo below.. Just before he asked me we were sat having a (very windswept) picnic and he managed to distract me by indicating how cold the seagull looked - I then jibbered on for a couple of minutes about how the seagull did indeed look very cold and ways in which we may be able to catch him and take him home.. I wonder if he realises just how odd I am?


Anyway, am off out for a meal tonight to celebrate (never realised just how much I hate attention! Very scary telling parents - and Grandma....)

Thursday, January 4

Well, I'm back from Wales...

Mrs Kate Tildesley

How odd that sounds..

But I suppose that this giant diamond means I had better get used to it :P


I'll bring more details tomorrow, am knackered!