Well, my birthday came and went without so much as a sniff of drama.
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>_>
Woop!
I actually had a really nice day, with unexpected presents and well wishes and we went out that night to have an actual quiet drink. It was lovely ^_^
Thank you for your birthday wishes you two (since I'm sure it's just you who read this :P)
Friday, 13 March 2009
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Birthday musings.
Currently playing: Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
As you may or may not know (or remember!) tomorrow marks the start of my third decade on Earth. Now, I enjoy a good shindig as much as the next person, but this year I really don't want to celebrate my birthday. I'd love to have a few quiet drinks with my friends and then go home to my bed at a reasonable hour. Does this make me such an old fart? I honestly don't think so. Y'see the way some of my friends have been at the moment I can see the whole evening turning into a debauchery filled disaster, complete with one night stands, memory loss, and thorough embarassment. Fortunately this would all be on the part of my companions, since I'll probably just go home if it turns out that way, but I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't be dreading my birthday. I shouldn't feel the need to avoid my friends for fear of what they might get into. I should be able to go out and celebrate the end of my teenage years without fear of drama. But I can't. This is a sad state of affairs. Oh well, I'll just laugh at them and their hangovers in the morning.
As you may or may not know (or remember!) tomorrow marks the start of my third decade on Earth. Now, I enjoy a good shindig as much as the next person, but this year I really don't want to celebrate my birthday. I'd love to have a few quiet drinks with my friends and then go home to my bed at a reasonable hour. Does this make me such an old fart? I honestly don't think so. Y'see the way some of my friends have been at the moment I can see the whole evening turning into a debauchery filled disaster, complete with one night stands, memory loss, and thorough embarassment. Fortunately this would all be on the part of my companions, since I'll probably just go home if it turns out that way, but I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't be dreading my birthday. I shouldn't feel the need to avoid my friends for fear of what they might get into. I should be able to go out and celebrate the end of my teenage years without fear of drama. But I can't. This is a sad state of affairs. Oh well, I'll just laugh at them and their hangovers in the morning.
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Lovely musings.
Currently playing: All American Rejects - Gives You Hell
I have a friend. He is awesome. I tell him this a lot, but he doesn't believe me. This makes me sad. Those are the basics of this particular sorry situation. I'm sure there are lots of people who feel the same way and in fact I feel this way about a few of my friends. I wish there was something I could do but I seem to be blessed and bound by being a friend. Whenever I say "But you're brilliant!" They respond with "You've got to say that. You're my friend." Then I feel like shouting "I am your friend because I think this. Not the other way round!"
The saddest thing is that when they are happy my friends are the best people in the world. I often wish there was a magical phrase I could use to instill a feeling of wellbeing and contentment. The closest I've come is "I love you."
So to all of you I say go out and tell as many people as you can that you love them. Insert some joy into your world and hopefully it will spread.
I love you.
I have a friend. He is awesome. I tell him this a lot, but he doesn't believe me. This makes me sad. Those are the basics of this particular sorry situation. I'm sure there are lots of people who feel the same way and in fact I feel this way about a few of my friends. I wish there was something I could do but I seem to be blessed and bound by being a friend. Whenever I say "But you're brilliant!" They respond with "You've got to say that. You're my friend." Then I feel like shouting "I am your friend because I think this. Not the other way round!"
The saddest thing is that when they are happy my friends are the best people in the world. I often wish there was a magical phrase I could use to instill a feeling of wellbeing and contentment. The closest I've come is "I love you."
So to all of you I say go out and tell as many people as you can that you love them. Insert some joy into your world and hopefully it will spread.
I love you.
Friday, 13 February 2009
Mushy musings.
Currently playing: Alice Cooper - You Make Me Wanna.
As I'm sure we are all aware, tomorrow is the day affectionately known as St. Valentine's day. Opinions differ greatly on this day, generally between people who can expect a card/flowers/chocolates and those who can't. The former are in favour of the endless shop displays and advertising ploys generated to make us spend inordinate amounts of money on a generic cuddly toy holding a heart which says "I wuv you thiiiiiis much!" or something equally vomit inducing and the latter tend to be of the same mindset as myself. I am currently in a relationship and I care about the guy a lot, but to me Valentine's is not the day to express this. It is a meaningless date to us. Nothing of note happened on this day save that my sister was born, and I'd much rather celebrate that than boost the commercialism surrounding this day. This is not to say that I don't appreciate romance. I do. I squirm and sigh in paroxyms of delight at "Pretty Woman" as much as the next oestrogen fuelled sack of neuroses, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who has lain in bed and fantasised about my knight in shining armour, it's just I don't see why I should take someone else's day as a special one for me. Anniversaries are special and should be celebrated. Failing that, a wonderful romantic surprise on any random day would be lovely. My boyfriend doesn't read this, and neither does anyone who could tell him about it, so I'm not hinting. This is my genuine feeling on the subject and I have taken the logical route and just told my man about it! Hopefully he noted all the hints about tulips....
Additional: Turns out the boy bought me a card anyway. All together now: D'awwwwwww.
As I'm sure we are all aware, tomorrow is the day affectionately known as St. Valentine's day. Opinions differ greatly on this day, generally between people who can expect a card/flowers/chocolates and those who can't. The former are in favour of the endless shop displays and advertising ploys generated to make us spend inordinate amounts of money on a generic cuddly toy holding a heart which says "I wuv you thiiiiiis much!" or something equally vomit inducing and the latter tend to be of the same mindset as myself. I am currently in a relationship and I care about the guy a lot, but to me Valentine's is not the day to express this. It is a meaningless date to us. Nothing of note happened on this day save that my sister was born, and I'd much rather celebrate that than boost the commercialism surrounding this day. This is not to say that I don't appreciate romance. I do. I squirm and sigh in paroxyms of delight at "Pretty Woman" as much as the next oestrogen fuelled sack of neuroses, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who has lain in bed and fantasised about my knight in shining armour, it's just I don't see why I should take someone else's day as a special one for me. Anniversaries are special and should be celebrated. Failing that, a wonderful romantic surprise on any random day would be lovely. My boyfriend doesn't read this, and neither does anyone who could tell him about it, so I'm not hinting. This is my genuine feeling on the subject and I have taken the logical route and just told my man about it! Hopefully he noted all the hints about tulips....
Additional: Turns out the boy bought me a card anyway. All together now: D'awwwwwww.
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Mighty musings.
Currently playing: Team America.
Now that exams are over we have a little grace to relax and enjoy ourselves and last weekend a friend and I took full advantage of this. We made the long and arduous trek to Aberdeen (3 hours on the train and a further 3 on a bus) to see the last of the Mighty Boosh Live 2008 tour.
It. Was. Awesome!
I have tried to explain quite how awesome to many, but if you do not 'get' the Mighty Boosh it's very hard to explain. Possibly the best way I can express it is to take a frontier fashion dandy, heavily into hairdryers, add a fashion flop trumpeter, heavily into jazz and pencil cases, mix with a liberal amount of surrealism and a total disregard for the laws of physics, common sense or even good taste, and serve with a helping of crimp.
For a genius example, try here: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=KoxvI4ZzN2w
Combining two of my favourite things, comedy and pie, in a fresh and new way. Without the use of over sized shoes or slapstick. I have heard it described as "delightfully wierd" and I guess that comes close, but you really have to have the Boosh mindset to begin with.
Anyway, back to the show we saw. As I said it was the last of the tour and to be honest you could tell. They all seemed knackered, but happy it was over. Things kept going wrong (at one point Noel Fielding had to support his entire weight (such as it is) on his face. It was highly amusing.) but their reactions to the mishaps were, if anything, more funny than the scripted material. I enjoyed it immensely, but I think they were just so tired of doing the script that when they found something new to say it really shone out. We spent too much on merchandise and squealed like pigs when Noel Fielding came within 10 metres of us. It was an amazing gig and I'm quite hopeful that a) there will be another one and b) I'll get to go.
For now I am looking to go see another West End show. Get it sorted! You know who you are...
Now that exams are over we have a little grace to relax and enjoy ourselves and last weekend a friend and I took full advantage of this. We made the long and arduous trek to Aberdeen (3 hours on the train and a further 3 on a bus) to see the last of the Mighty Boosh Live 2008 tour.
It. Was. Awesome!
I have tried to explain quite how awesome to many, but if you do not 'get' the Mighty Boosh it's very hard to explain. Possibly the best way I can express it is to take a frontier fashion dandy, heavily into hairdryers, add a fashion flop trumpeter, heavily into jazz and pencil cases, mix with a liberal amount of surrealism and a total disregard for the laws of physics, common sense or even good taste, and serve with a helping of crimp.
For a genius example, try here: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=KoxvI4ZzN2w
Combining two of my favourite things, comedy and pie, in a fresh and new way. Without the use of over sized shoes or slapstick. I have heard it described as "delightfully wierd" and I guess that comes close, but you really have to have the Boosh mindset to begin with.
Anyway, back to the show we saw. As I said it was the last of the tour and to be honest you could tell. They all seemed knackered, but happy it was over. Things kept going wrong (at one point Noel Fielding had to support his entire weight (such as it is) on his face. It was highly amusing.) but their reactions to the mishaps were, if anything, more funny than the scripted material. I enjoyed it immensely, but I think they were just so tired of doing the script that when they found something new to say it really shone out. We spent too much on merchandise and squealed like pigs when Noel Fielding came within 10 metres of us. It was an amazing gig and I'm quite hopeful that a) there will be another one and b) I'll get to go.
For now I am looking to go see another West End show. Get it sorted! You know who you are...
Thursday, 8 January 2009
Internal musings.
Currently playing: Keane - With or Without You.
Two posts in one day? Probably shouldn't get used to it.
I think about my friends a lot. Mainly I think about how to help them. Anything I can do to make them feel happier. One particular friend I have has a lot of drama in her life. Admittedly it's mostly self inflicted because she comes from a good family who all love her. She struggles with money, but no more than the rest of us poor impoverished students. She's doing ok at uni and she's a fun bubbly person to be with. No boyfriend at present, but that's because she's too scared to ask him out. She'd do anything for anyone and I love her to bits, I just wish she could see why. I often feel like shaking her and saying "You are awesome! Do not let anyone tell you otherwise! Let alone the little bitch sat at the back of your mind poking your wobbly bits and laughing at every stupid thing you've ever said." I know that spiteful cow is in her head because she's in mine too. She's in the head of everyone, no matter how much they insist otherwise. The only difference is that some of us have learned to ignore her in the face of our far superior good qualities. For example; my boyfriend and I had a big discussion (when we were drunk) about my insecurities. I do have insecurities, but I don't listen to the heinous bitch when she tries to point them out. I love myself. From my wide hips and chunky thighs right down to my oversized feet! I just wish I could help those I care about to love themselves too. Maybe if I just keep saying it she'll believe me one day.
Two posts in one day? Probably shouldn't get used to it.
I think about my friends a lot. Mainly I think about how to help them. Anything I can do to make them feel happier. One particular friend I have has a lot of drama in her life. Admittedly it's mostly self inflicted because she comes from a good family who all love her. She struggles with money, but no more than the rest of us poor impoverished students. She's doing ok at uni and she's a fun bubbly person to be with. No boyfriend at present, but that's because she's too scared to ask him out. She'd do anything for anyone and I love her to bits, I just wish she could see why. I often feel like shaking her and saying "You are awesome! Do not let anyone tell you otherwise! Let alone the little bitch sat at the back of your mind poking your wobbly bits and laughing at every stupid thing you've ever said." I know that spiteful cow is in her head because she's in mine too. She's in the head of everyone, no matter how much they insist otherwise. The only difference is that some of us have learned to ignore her in the face of our far superior good qualities. For example; my boyfriend and I had a big discussion (when we were drunk) about my insecurities. I do have insecurities, but I don't listen to the heinous bitch when she tries to point them out. I love myself. From my wide hips and chunky thighs right down to my oversized feet! I just wish I could help those I care about to love themselves too. Maybe if I just keep saying it she'll believe me one day.
Wednesday, 7 January 2009
Introductory musings.
Currently playing: Ram Jam - Black Betty
They say you only get one chance to make a first impression. Here is mine. I am approaching the end of my second decade on this Earth and thought I'd take the opportunity of a new year, a new decade to catalogue the various musings of my mind. It may even help me make some sense of it. I don't know who would read this, but to any who do; Welcome to my head. Please deposit your sanity in the bin to the left.
Let's see now, stuff about me. I am currently living my dream and studying marine science in Scotland. The most important thing to me is my family and friends and I'd do anything for them. Music tastes are eclectic; from Karl Jenkins to Alice Cooper. I am green with envy that my dad is going to see AC:DC in the summer... again. He went to see The Who supported by AC:DC and The Stranglers. And Queen at Wembley. Bah. My parents' generation got all the best music. We do have some decent bands (f'rinstance, I quite like Keane and Take That have vastly improved in their absence) but they don't quite have the same staying power as some of the old greats.
Currently I, like many of my contemporaries, am procrastinating from revision, but I should really get on. So I shall leave you with these final words of wisdom:
You cannot prevent the birds of unhappiness flying over your head, but you can prevent them nesting in your hair ~ Chinese proverb.
They say you only get one chance to make a first impression. Here is mine. I am approaching the end of my second decade on this Earth and thought I'd take the opportunity of a new year, a new decade to catalogue the various musings of my mind. It may even help me make some sense of it. I don't know who would read this, but to any who do; Welcome to my head. Please deposit your sanity in the bin to the left.
Let's see now, stuff about me. I am currently living my dream and studying marine science in Scotland. The most important thing to me is my family and friends and I'd do anything for them. Music tastes are eclectic; from Karl Jenkins to Alice Cooper. I am green with envy that my dad is going to see AC:DC in the summer... again. He went to see The Who supported by AC:DC and The Stranglers. And Queen at Wembley. Bah. My parents' generation got all the best music. We do have some decent bands (f'rinstance, I quite like Keane and Take That have vastly improved in their absence) but they don't quite have the same staying power as some of the old greats.
Currently I, like many of my contemporaries, am procrastinating from revision, but I should really get on. So I shall leave you with these final words of wisdom:
You cannot prevent the birds of unhappiness flying over your head, but you can prevent them nesting in your hair ~ Chinese proverb.
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