The woman who served us at Premier Inn was called Liliana. I can't believe I forgot about that.
It made me kinda happy. >:3
Thursday 17 November 2011
Tuesday 15 November 2011
That stupid Andrew.
I came on here all ready to write my first blog in months and that bastard Andrew beat me to it. He even stole my topic!
So I'm gonna go ahead and write my blog on the same topic like an uncreative sod. Except mine will be from the point of view of the one who wasn't HORRENDOUSLY GRUMPY on Friday morning, a Within Temptation superfan (who's been waiting to see them for four years) and a gig veteran. As opposed to a gig virgin. Like Andrew was. There, I said it.
I WANT A STREPSIL!
I'll admit, the bus down was horrendous. I decided to do the nice thing and switch seats with Andrew so he could sit next to the cool window. To be fair I kind of deserved it, seeing as I somehow managed to pick the seats right by the toilets (your own fault, you made me pick). With all the horror of the travel though, and the lack of sleep, I'm quite proud that I was not HORRENDOUSLY GRUMPY like some people.
Permission to squee? PLEASE?!
There I was, standing in the queue, freezing my ass off, my feet pulsating in pain, almost bouncing up and down with excitement. Fast forward an hour, and I was bouncing up and down, standing at the barrier (I have never been anywhere but right at the front at gigs), waiting with insane trepidation for Anneke Van Giersbergen could come on, feeling half excited about Within Temptation and half guilty that as amazing as Anneke performed... COME ON, WITHIN TEMPTATION WAS COMING NEXT! Half 8 comes along, Anneke's set is finished and it's The Half Hour. The only thing standing between me and Within Temptation. Andrew had imposed squee restrictions. All I could do was stay silent and drumroll on the barrier, bouncing away.
Such was the experience of finally getting to see my favourite band of all time. There is no feeling like it. Every song was amazing. Every high note was perfect. Every guitar solo was orgasmic. Goddamn, I was grinning from ear to ear throughout the whole thing. My life was made. I still can't describe it.
AGAIN, AGAIN?!
Within Temptation are doing another acoustic set such like An Acoustic Night at the Theatre which will feature songs from their newest album. I personally loved An Acoustic Night at the Theatre. As I described it to Andrew (then got a funny look for sounding weird) it's like they brought a whole new energy to their songs, changing them just enough to be beautiful in a whole different way. These shows however are only performed in the Netherlands. I had a little bit of a look into how much it would cost, just a little bit, mind you.
Travel: £28.99 outward flight, £34.99 return flight. Tickets: £76. Accommodation: £69, bringing it to a total of £274.96 for two people.
Yeah, just a little look into it. Hey, that's totally doable right?!
On a completely unrelated note, guys, see for Christmas, forget presents. Gimme money. Lots of it. All of it. K? K.
Also, just realised I've mentioned Andrew 4 (5) times in this blog. Huh.
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So I'm gonna go ahead and write my blog on the same topic like an uncreative sod. Except mine will be from the point of view of the one who wasn't HORRENDOUSLY GRUMPY on Friday morning, a Within Temptation superfan (who's been waiting to see them for four years) and a gig veteran. As opposed to a gig virgin. Like Andrew was. There, I said it.
I WANT A STREPSIL!
I'll admit, the bus down was horrendous. I decided to do the nice thing and switch seats with Andrew so he could sit next to the cool window. To be fair I kind of deserved it, seeing as I somehow managed to pick the seats right by the toilets (your own fault, you made me pick). With all the horror of the travel though, and the lack of sleep, I'm quite proud that I was not HORRENDOUSLY GRUMPY like some people.
Permission to squee? PLEASE?!
There I was, standing in the queue, freezing my ass off, my feet pulsating in pain, almost bouncing up and down with excitement. Fast forward an hour, and I was bouncing up and down, standing at the barrier (I have never been anywhere but right at the front at gigs), waiting with insane trepidation for Anneke Van Giersbergen could come on, feeling half excited about Within Temptation and half guilty that as amazing as Anneke performed... COME ON, WITHIN TEMPTATION WAS COMING NEXT! Half 8 comes along, Anneke's set is finished and it's The Half Hour. The only thing standing between me and Within Temptation. Andrew had imposed squee restrictions. All I could do was stay silent and drumroll on the barrier, bouncing away.
Such was the experience of finally getting to see my favourite band of all time. There is no feeling like it. Every song was amazing. Every high note was perfect. Every guitar solo was orgasmic. Goddamn, I was grinning from ear to ear throughout the whole thing. My life was made. I still can't describe it.
AGAIN, AGAIN?!
Within Temptation are doing another acoustic set such like An Acoustic Night at the Theatre which will feature songs from their newest album. I personally loved An Acoustic Night at the Theatre. As I described it to Andrew (then got a funny look for sounding weird) it's like they brought a whole new energy to their songs, changing them just enough to be beautiful in a whole different way. These shows however are only performed in the Netherlands. I had a little bit of a look into how much it would cost, just a little bit, mind you.
Travel: £28.99 outward flight, £34.99 return flight. Tickets: £76. Accommodation: £69, bringing it to a total of £274.96 for two people.
Yeah, just a little look into it. Hey, that's totally doable right?!
On a completely unrelated note, guys, see for Christmas, forget presents. Gimme money. Lots of it. All of it. K? K.
Also, just realised I've mentioned Andrew 4 (5) times in this blog. Huh.
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Monday 10 October 2011
A blog for the ages.
Och Aye The Nee says
omg
this is probably the most manly thing ive ever done in a while
cooking meat that is
and fawning over it
"look at that meat. it literally falls apart. god its like sex in a pot"
its done btw
and it does fall apart and off the bone just by gravity
me: *tastes it* "oh fuck! its giving me a man boner"
me: "i wanna have sex with it. i want it to rape my throat with juicy goodness"
i will never forgive you if you use these against me
Zoeh QK says
xDDDD
*copies and pastes into blog*
Yes, that was the only reason I blogged. Better blog to come later.
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omg
this is probably the most manly thing ive ever done in a while
cooking meat that is
and fawning over it
"look at that meat. it literally falls apart. god its like sex in a pot"
its done btw
and it does fall apart and off the bone just by gravity
me: *tastes it* "oh fuck! its giving me a man boner"
me: "i wanna have sex with it. i want it to rape my throat with juicy goodness"
i will never forgive you if you use these against me
Zoeh QK says
xDDDD
*copies and pastes into blog*
Yes, that was the only reason I blogged. Better blog to come later.
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Thursday 15 September 2011
So, I'm back at uni.
Well, we all knew this blog was coming just as well as I knew as soon as I got back in today I knew I'd need to go back out for something (ice cream).
As many of you knew, when summer started to get boring (after I got my exam results, anticipation wore off and I was certain I'd be at uni at all) I have been desperately willing time to go forward to send me back to uni. This wasn't without it's drawbacks, obviously, just like for every decent Eluveitie fan there's about 150 pre-pubescent fan girls and boys squealing at Justin Bieber concerts. I was worried I'd repeat last year, the mind-blowing laziness (seriously, it was getting really bad), the positively negative motivation (yes, that makes sense, words with more than one meaning ftw) and the terrible attitude towards taking care of myself.
To be honest, I've been here since Monday now, and I feel fantastic. My sleeping pattern has miraculously fixed itself; going to sleep at 2am last night yet still getting up at 8am this morning. I worried I wouldn't have the motivation to cycle into uni every day after months of not cycling, and Dad shelling out for a new saddle, but I did it today and it was lovely! Currently having lunch - soup and bread. Pasta for tea, toast for breakfast. I'm even eating breakfast! I'm surprised, and pleased as hell my lifestyle is become a bit less... sloth like.
Back to the point - I'm back at uni, and had my first lecture today. I suppose that helps in putting me in a winning mood; philosophy always does! It really helps learning when you actually can't wait to start talking about it, and thinking about it, call me a geek and a philosophy nerd but I absolutely adore the subject.
It would also appear I've made a friend today. By chance happened to be walking to the back of the room when someone just came in asking if it was the right room for second year philosophy. By some massive sheer coincidence, we just happen to both be studying psychology too, as well as having the same philosophy seminar. Go me!
Zoe - 1. Shyness - 0.
I did however chicken out of signing up for the rock society. But, I can cheat, and join the rock society Facebook page and write a post so pleading and pathetic in nature so as to make some kindly soul take pity and offer at best friendship, at worst, mild acquaintances.
Zoe - 1.5. Shyness - 1. STILL WINNING.
That is one bad thing about uni. Feels like I'm still in first year, cus back then I didn't have the confidence to properly get stuck in and make friends. Now it's just sad if I try. See conversation; "so is it your first year?" "Nah, I just didn't make any friends last year. I don't have leprosy, honest."
Zoe - 1.5. Shyness - 2. Well, not that it matters, I don't think you can really win in a self awarded points battle with... yourself...
I'm beginning to realise why I have no friends.
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As many of you knew, when summer started to get boring (after I got my exam results, anticipation wore off and I was certain I'd be at uni at all) I have been desperately willing time to go forward to send me back to uni. This wasn't without it's drawbacks, obviously, just like for every decent Eluveitie fan there's about 150 pre-pubescent fan girls and boys squealing at Justin Bieber concerts. I was worried I'd repeat last year, the mind-blowing laziness (seriously, it was getting really bad), the positively negative motivation (yes, that makes sense, words with more than one meaning ftw) and the terrible attitude towards taking care of myself.
To be honest, I've been here since Monday now, and I feel fantastic. My sleeping pattern has miraculously fixed itself; going to sleep at 2am last night yet still getting up at 8am this morning. I worried I wouldn't have the motivation to cycle into uni every day after months of not cycling, and Dad shelling out for a new saddle, but I did it today and it was lovely! Currently having lunch - soup and bread. Pasta for tea, toast for breakfast. I'm even eating breakfast! I'm surprised, and pleased as hell my lifestyle is become a bit less... sloth like.
Back to the point - I'm back at uni, and had my first lecture today. I suppose that helps in putting me in a winning mood; philosophy always does! It really helps learning when you actually can't wait to start talking about it, and thinking about it, call me a geek and a philosophy nerd but I absolutely adore the subject.
It would also appear I've made a friend today. By chance happened to be walking to the back of the room when someone just came in asking if it was the right room for second year philosophy. By some massive sheer coincidence, we just happen to both be studying psychology too, as well as having the same philosophy seminar. Go me!
Zoe - 1. Shyness - 0.
I did however chicken out of signing up for the rock society. But, I can cheat, and join the rock society Facebook page and write a post so pleading and pathetic in nature so as to make some kindly soul take pity and offer at best friendship, at worst, mild acquaintances.
Zoe - 1.5. Shyness - 1. STILL WINNING.
That is one bad thing about uni. Feels like I'm still in first year, cus back then I didn't have the confidence to properly get stuck in and make friends. Now it's just sad if I try. See conversation; "so is it your first year?" "Nah, I just didn't make any friends last year. I don't have leprosy, honest."
Zoe - 1.5. Shyness - 2. Well, not that it matters, I don't think you can really win in a self awarded points battle with... yourself...
I'm beginning to realise why I have no friends.
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Wednesday 3 August 2011
I take too much for granted.
You know, for all that I tell people my laptop is shitty, I've got a new found respect for it tonight. It didn't freeze, nor did it slow, nor did it flash a blue screen at me, while I attempted to download 11 games, 3 soundtracks, and the extended edition of Lord of the Rings; The Two Towers, all the while running iTunes, a web browser with 8 tabs open (two with paused videos on them), MSN, League of Legends, Steam, Teamspeak and Windows Live mail in the background.
Steam however, did crash. My bad for making it try to download 11 games at once. But it's all good, faster and more Steam-friendly to download one at a time. Lesson learned.
Regardless, my laptop didn't complain. And for a laptop that cost about £300 that's (fuck me) well over a year old now, a year and four months to be exact. Woah, I didn't realise we've had such a long, happy relationship, my laptop and I. I know it's not the best, hell it's probably pretty close to...
[At this point I got distracted because twitching my right thumb made my right index finger also twitch, involuntarily, maniacally giggling all the way. That's so me.]
...being the "worst". But hell, it runs LoL, always has done. It runs Terraria, beautifully. In fact, the only problem I ever had with it was my own fault.
I've managed to get it infected with 3 trojans at once (my poor baby had to get taken away by the PC World people to get a whole new hard drive to fix that particular mishap), gotten it at least two bouts of spyware (one I managed to get rid of conventionally, the other was the more aggressive type that I only managed to get rid of cus it randomly decided to fall asleep for but a moment, allowing me finally to open the start menu to sneakily run a system restore behind it's back), not to mention the physical abuse it sustained at uni. I'M LOOKING AT YOU ANDREW. Knocking it onto the floor... (and my pizza too!) THE LEFT CLICK STILL DOESN'T WORK PROPERLY.
So yeah, this realisation made me think about everything I take for granted, or just don't appreciate (it didn't, but everyone needs a hook into a topic they wanna write, right? Yeah.). I don't always appreciate my family. Specifically my dad; I didn't notice before, I don't even know why, but he's always been there if I needed him. The random phone call cus my laptop is having a fit and I don't know what to do? Immediately gets in touch, soon as he can. The email, asking for advice about the place I should move into next year? Reply received within an hour of him being home from work. I don't know how, but I'm going to try my hardest to show how much I appreciate that, seeing as I seriously doubt he'll ever read this.
I don't appreciate my friends. Not as much as I should, anyway.
Specifically Andrew. I know for a fact he'll read this so next part is addressed to him; thanks for always listening to me when I rant away (even when it's about the scary girl stuff you don't particularly want to know about), despite the merciless piss-taking and teasing about a certain someone *coughmichellecough* you get in return. You're a real stud. *COUGH* Sport, I meant sport. See, I can't even keep the teasing out of the thank you letter D: well, the intention is there.
Specifically Alisha, Alex, Sammi, Hazel and Jessie. I don't talk to these guys nearly as often as I should. They're all brilliant people. Time is running out, I'm heading back to uni soon, then I'll see them even less often. Hell, before summer I hadn't seen Alex in months cus he was in Dundee. Next year, Alisha will be there too. If any of you read this, gimme a shout. We need to hang out, even if it's just sitting in the Beveridge park some nice day with ice cream and chatter. In fact, that sounds bloody good... when you guys next free?
In general, I don't appreciate what I have. By some miracle, I've made it into second year at uni without failing a single thing, with minimal effort put into first year. I'm scared as hell I'm gonna make the same mistake next year. I know it doesn't sound like a mistake, but as much as I joke about it, I don't want to scrape a degree. In the end, it's not about having a grade. It's about actually knowing what the grade represents. That sounds confusing; what I mean is, I can say I have a C in higher German. It's true, but it means nothing. I barely remember a thing about German. Similarly, I have a 1 in standard grade music, but I'll be damned if I remember any of that, barring a few stupid details.
I need to kick my life up a gear. It's trailing at the moment, and it can't stay that way. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation talking, but I'm actually gonna try and hold myself to this.
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Steam however, did crash. My bad for making it try to download 11 games at once. But it's all good, faster and more Steam-friendly to download one at a time. Lesson learned.
Regardless, my laptop didn't complain. And for a laptop that cost about £300 that's (fuck me) well over a year old now, a year and four months to be exact. Woah, I didn't realise we've had such a long, happy relationship, my laptop and I. I know it's not the best, hell it's probably pretty close to...
[At this point I got distracted because twitching my right thumb made my right index finger also twitch, involuntarily, maniacally giggling all the way. That's so me.]
...being the "worst". But hell, it runs LoL, always has done. It runs Terraria, beautifully. In fact, the only problem I ever had with it was my own fault.
I've managed to get it infected with 3 trojans at once (my poor baby had to get taken away by the PC World people to get a whole new hard drive to fix that particular mishap), gotten it at least two bouts of spyware (one I managed to get rid of conventionally, the other was the more aggressive type that I only managed to get rid of cus it randomly decided to fall asleep for but a moment, allowing me finally to open the start menu to sneakily run a system restore behind it's back), not to mention the physical abuse it sustained at uni. I'M LOOKING AT YOU ANDREW. Knocking it onto the floor... (and my pizza too!) THE LEFT CLICK STILL DOESN'T WORK PROPERLY.
So yeah, this realisation made me think about everything I take for granted, or just don't appreciate (it didn't, but everyone needs a hook into a topic they wanna write, right? Yeah.). I don't always appreciate my family. Specifically my dad; I didn't notice before, I don't even know why, but he's always been there if I needed him. The random phone call cus my laptop is having a fit and I don't know what to do? Immediately gets in touch, soon as he can. The email, asking for advice about the place I should move into next year? Reply received within an hour of him being home from work. I don't know how, but I'm going to try my hardest to show how much I appreciate that, seeing as I seriously doubt he'll ever read this.
I don't appreciate my friends. Not as much as I should, anyway.
Specifically Andrew. I know for a fact he'll read this so next part is addressed to him; thanks for always listening to me when I rant away (even when it's about the scary girl stuff you don't particularly want to know about), despite the merciless piss-taking and teasing about a certain someone *coughmichellecough* you get in return. You're a real stud. *COUGH* Sport, I meant sport. See, I can't even keep the teasing out of the thank you letter D: well, the intention is there.
Specifically Alisha, Alex, Sammi, Hazel and Jessie. I don't talk to these guys nearly as often as I should. They're all brilliant people. Time is running out, I'm heading back to uni soon, then I'll see them even less often. Hell, before summer I hadn't seen Alex in months cus he was in Dundee. Next year, Alisha will be there too. If any of you read this, gimme a shout. We need to hang out, even if it's just sitting in the Beveridge park some nice day with ice cream and chatter. In fact, that sounds bloody good... when you guys next free?
In general, I don't appreciate what I have. By some miracle, I've made it into second year at uni without failing a single thing, with minimal effort put into first year. I'm scared as hell I'm gonna make the same mistake next year. I know it doesn't sound like a mistake, but as much as I joke about it, I don't want to scrape a degree. In the end, it's not about having a grade. It's about actually knowing what the grade represents. That sounds confusing; what I mean is, I can say I have a C in higher German. It's true, but it means nothing. I barely remember a thing about German. Similarly, I have a 1 in standard grade music, but I'll be damned if I remember any of that, barring a few stupid details.
I need to kick my life up a gear. It's trailing at the moment, and it can't stay that way. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation talking, but I'm actually gonna try and hold myself to this.
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Monday 18 July 2011
What are we waiting for?
So right now, I'm kinda bored.
I wanted to go play Team Fortress 2, but it needs to download, since I haven't got it on my laptop. Estimated time to wait: 5hrs30mins.
Ah, but I can fall back on good old League of Legends. Ah, EU servers, Y U SO CRAPPY? Estimated time to wait: 3 hours 52mins.
It has made me think though, about waiting. Right now, I have no goals in life. Short term goals I mean, obviously there are big goals like successfully get a degree out of university, get myself a decent job I enjoy doing, and spontaneously become a millionaire and buying Scotland so I can paint the grass pink and pass a law that we all must wear tartan hats and say "see you Jimmy" or "och aye, the noo" between every sentence. Clearly some of my goals are more attainable than others.
For now, for the most part, I'm just waiting. Nothing's happening. I'm not in the middle of something, big or small. I'm just waiting for the next big moment. So what am I waiting for?
It's worth noting that all that up top was written abut a week ago, but I just never got round to finishing this blog, but the main point is still relevant.
Since y'all love hearing about my life so much, I'mma tell y'all what I'm waiting for. In order.
Oh Father, where art thou?
Moving back to my dad's at some point soon. I'm quite looking forward to it. In fact, that's a bit of an understatement. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm feeling slightly... caught, for want of a better word. Caught between having somewhere to actually lay roots. Where I live now, it's not really my home anymore. My room isn't mine; it's a showroom. None of my personality can be out on show cus it has to be perfectly bland and boring for prospective buyers. But that's another rant for another day.
OH GOD SEPTEMBER, Y U NO GET HERE FASTER?
Words do not describe how much I miss uni. I miss being independent. Not only living by myself, but the little things, like choosing when and what to eat. When to go to bed, and when to get up. I miss being in a place where I'm far from those in my life who are ignorant, childish or spiteful (Alannah, if you read this, I'm not talking about you. I don't use my blog to hit out at anyone who might actually read it). I miss my studies! Sounds wrong I know, but it's amazing how much relaxation you can get from sitting in a warm lecture theatre, on comfy chairs, listening to a lecturer discuss determinism and indeterminism, or explain the case of Little Albert. I truly enjoy everything about university, and I'm desperate to go back.
So, have I got AIDS or what?
Got a blood test about 9 weeks ago, not for anything specific (no, I don't have AIDS, or any other STD, thankyouallverymuch) and the results still aren't back. I don't think there's anything seriously wrong with me, but the waiting is ridiculous, especially when it's over 4 weeks late. And it makes me paranoid. Plenty of "what if"s are swimming in my mind, and since I have an overactive imagination, some of them are quite worrying. But oh well, I'm sure it's nothing.
Oh Mother, where art thou? Oh dear, reused joke.
Now, I'm not a complete social animal, but I'm not an isolationist either. I've been in this house alone for most of a week, so I suppose I'm waiting for some human contact, and mum comes home tomorrow night. Not that it matters that much, since she's leaving again on Thursday, but still, company. Thank you Andrew for keeping me company over the weekend, and thanks Sammi, Jessie, Alex and Alisha for getting me out of the house too. Scott, you don't get any thanks. You went to sleep like a pussy. LOL jk love you really.
That's about it I suppose. Waiting is defining my life right now, and I'm not too sure I'm happy about that. It won't be over till I'm back at uni though, so I better just shut up and get on with it.
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I wanted to go play Team Fortress 2, but it needs to download, since I haven't got it on my laptop. Estimated time to wait: 5hrs30mins.
Ah, but I can fall back on good old League of Legends. Ah, EU servers, Y U SO CRAPPY? Estimated time to wait: 3 hours 52mins.
It has made me think though, about waiting. Right now, I have no goals in life. Short term goals I mean, obviously there are big goals like successfully get a degree out of university, get myself a decent job I enjoy doing, and spontaneously become a millionaire and buying Scotland so I can paint the grass pink and pass a law that we all must wear tartan hats and say "see you Jimmy" or "och aye, the noo" between every sentence. Clearly some of my goals are more attainable than others.
For now, for the most part, I'm just waiting. Nothing's happening. I'm not in the middle of something, big or small. I'm just waiting for the next big moment. So what am I waiting for?
It's worth noting that all that up top was written abut a week ago, but I just never got round to finishing this blog, but the main point is still relevant.
Since y'all love hearing about my life so much, I'mma tell y'all what I'm waiting for. In order.
Oh Father, where art thou?
Moving back to my dad's at some point soon. I'm quite looking forward to it. In fact, that's a bit of an understatement. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm feeling slightly... caught, for want of a better word. Caught between having somewhere to actually lay roots. Where I live now, it's not really my home anymore. My room isn't mine; it's a showroom. None of my personality can be out on show cus it has to be perfectly bland and boring for prospective buyers. But that's another rant for another day.
OH GOD SEPTEMBER, Y U NO GET HERE FASTER?
Words do not describe how much I miss uni. I miss being independent. Not only living by myself, but the little things, like choosing when and what to eat. When to go to bed, and when to get up. I miss being in a place where I'm far from those in my life who are ignorant, childish or spiteful (Alannah, if you read this, I'm not talking about you. I don't use my blog to hit out at anyone who might actually read it). I miss my studies! Sounds wrong I know, but it's amazing how much relaxation you can get from sitting in a warm lecture theatre, on comfy chairs, listening to a lecturer discuss determinism and indeterminism, or explain the case of Little Albert. I truly enjoy everything about university, and I'm desperate to go back.
So, have I got AIDS or what?
Got a blood test about 9 weeks ago, not for anything specific (no, I don't have AIDS, or any other STD, thankyouallverymuch) and the results still aren't back. I don't think there's anything seriously wrong with me, but the waiting is ridiculous, especially when it's over 4 weeks late. And it makes me paranoid. Plenty of "what if"s are swimming in my mind, and since I have an overactive imagination, some of them are quite worrying. But oh well, I'm sure it's nothing.
Oh Mother, where art thou? Oh dear, reused joke.
Now, I'm not a complete social animal, but I'm not an isolationist either. I've been in this house alone for most of a week, so I suppose I'm waiting for some human contact, and mum comes home tomorrow night. Not that it matters that much, since she's leaving again on Thursday, but still, company. Thank you Andrew for keeping me company over the weekend, and thanks Sammi, Jessie, Alex and Alisha for getting me out of the house too. Scott, you don't get any thanks. You went to sleep like a pussy. LOL jk love you really.
That's about it I suppose. Waiting is defining my life right now, and I'm not too sure I'm happy about that. It won't be over till I'm back at uni though, so I better just shut up and get on with it.
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Tuesday 21 June 2011
What is this I don't even...
I've not blogged in a while. I don't think. I seem to remember starting one a week or so ago then not posting for whatever reason. So here, is a blog.
More of an update really, but hey ho.
I passed all of my university courses! That's a surprise and a half, considering. Can't honestly say I'm proud of myself though; it takes no effort to be bestowed with dumb luck. I thoroughly believe that if anyone failed geography, I didn't deserve to pass, so I'm just hoping it was a clean sweep for all the geographers. I am kinda proud of psychology though - I actually put effort into that (same with philo, but to a lesser degree). All in all, pleased with my results, but still well aware that I need to put a tonne more effort into my work, I can't scrape through for much longer.
So that means I'm back home. Kind of. Between Stirling, Glasgow and Kirkcaldy I have 4 homes, so I seem to be shifting about a fair bit. Which is why I can never make it to meet ups and shizzle, cus I never know where I'm going to be. Home is a very ambiguous word. I'm not entirely sure where it is at the moment. I know where I'm happiest, is that what makes it home?
Been having a bit of writer's block lately. If you describe writer's block as complete and utter laziness. I have a short story (that I'm quite proud of, with a funny structure) that is almost done - I have about 2/3 paragraphs to go, and I'm really looking forward to finishing it but I just can't be bothered. I don't know what makes writing a blog less tiresome. Though to be fair, this particular blog lacks my usual satirical comments and blatant sarcasm (probably due to tiredness) and is really more of a mind-spill than a regular blog.
So yeah, life's good. I'm determined to get through the summer wallowing in some good old laziness. That's what they're for, right?
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More of an update really, but hey ho.
I passed all of my university courses! That's a surprise and a half, considering. Can't honestly say I'm proud of myself though; it takes no effort to be bestowed with dumb luck. I thoroughly believe that if anyone failed geography, I didn't deserve to pass, so I'm just hoping it was a clean sweep for all the geographers. I am kinda proud of psychology though - I actually put effort into that (same with philo, but to a lesser degree). All in all, pleased with my results, but still well aware that I need to put a tonne more effort into my work, I can't scrape through for much longer.
So that means I'm back home. Kind of. Between Stirling, Glasgow and Kirkcaldy I have 4 homes, so I seem to be shifting about a fair bit. Which is why I can never make it to meet ups and shizzle, cus I never know where I'm going to be. Home is a very ambiguous word. I'm not entirely sure where it is at the moment. I know where I'm happiest, is that what makes it home?
Been having a bit of writer's block lately. If you describe writer's block as complete and utter laziness. I have a short story (that I'm quite proud of, with a funny structure) that is almost done - I have about 2/3 paragraphs to go, and I'm really looking forward to finishing it but I just can't be bothered. I don't know what makes writing a blog less tiresome. Though to be fair, this particular blog lacks my usual satirical comments and blatant sarcasm (probably due to tiredness) and is really more of a mind-spill than a regular blog.
So yeah, life's good. I'm determined to get through the summer wallowing in some good old laziness. That's what they're for, right?
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Tuesday 31 May 2011
A Memoir. Kinda.
So this isn't going to make sense to anyone else but me but I enjoyed this particular after match conversation and needed to save it somewhere.
The game is League of Legends and if you feel the need to sign up please follow this link (cus I get presents from Riot if you do :3):
http://signup.leagueoflegends.com/?ref=4d95f28f30a81939106578
If you can be bothered, feel free to sign up and just get to level 5, then I still get rewards even if you stop :D
Please remember that Riot employees will never ask for your username and password when assisting you.
anonimani joined the room.
TataSzatana joined the room.
Edeler joined the room.
FYSOAB joined the room.
Owned Bob joined the room.
Freeruner93 joined the room.
Shadow nixo joined the room.
FYSOAB: noob team
Chaoslord AK joined the room.
Tortesor: nice game
TataSzatana: u are noob too
TataSzatana: runing like chicken on mid
FYSOAB: loom my score noob
FYSOAB: you have already feeded
FYSOAB: noob
FYSOAB: i said ss
TataSzatana: i whasent
FYSOAB: you go up and kill them all
Tortesor: :D
TataSzatana: before
FYSOAB: look the score of my team!!!
Tortesor: look at my score
Tortesor: :D
TataSzatana: je right they are noobs
gyllybug: gj xin ^
Tortesor: :D
gyllybug: *^^
FYSOAB: i have told you that
Tortesor: 3 items
FYSOAB: ashe
Tortesor: okay feeding is not a crime
Tortesor: :D
gyllybug: yes?
FYSOAB: dont play ashe again
Owned Bob: i got 3 items too
FYSOAB: ok?
gyllybug: oh shut up, you know as well as I do we'd have done better had xin and kassa not been a tiny bit fed ^^
Chaoslord AK: wow -.- i got 2 items and more kills then u teemo
Chaoslord AK: so shut up
Chaoslord AK: its just a game
FYSOAB: fuck you bitch
gyllybug: <3 you too
FYSOAB: fail ulti!!!!!!
FYSOAB: we got him
FYSOAB: but you fail!!!
gyllybug: <3
FYSOAB: LOL
FYSOAB: fuck you mother fucker bitch
gyllybug: :) <3
FYSOAB: noob
gyllybug: :) :)
How I love to wind up ragers in the morning.
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The game is League of Legends and if you feel the need to sign up please follow this link (cus I get presents from Riot if you do :3):
http://signup.leagueoflegends.com/?ref=4d95f28f30a81939106578
If you can be bothered, feel free to sign up and just get to level 5, then I still get rewards even if you stop :D
Please remember that Riot employees will never ask for your username and password when assisting you.
anonimani joined the room.
TataSzatana joined the room.
Edeler joined the room.
FYSOAB joined the room.
Owned Bob joined the room.
Freeruner93 joined the room.
Shadow nixo joined the room.
FYSOAB: noob team
Chaoslord AK joined the room.
Tortesor: nice game
TataSzatana: u are noob too
TataSzatana: runing like chicken on mid
FYSOAB: loom my score noob
FYSOAB: you have already feeded
FYSOAB: noob
FYSOAB: i said ss
TataSzatana: i whasent
FYSOAB: you go up and kill them all
Tortesor: :D
TataSzatana: before
FYSOAB: look the score of my team!!!
Tortesor: look at my score
Tortesor: :D
TataSzatana: je right they are noobs
gyllybug: gj xin ^
Tortesor: :D
gyllybug: *^^
FYSOAB: i have told you that
Tortesor: 3 items
FYSOAB: ashe
Tortesor: okay feeding is not a crime
Tortesor: :D
gyllybug: yes?
FYSOAB: dont play ashe again
Owned Bob: i got 3 items too
FYSOAB: ok?
gyllybug: oh shut up, you know as well as I do we'd have done better had xin and kassa not been a tiny bit fed ^^
Chaoslord AK: wow -.- i got 2 items and more kills then u teemo
Chaoslord AK: so shut up
Chaoslord AK: its just a game
FYSOAB: fuck you bitch
gyllybug: <3 you too
FYSOAB: fail ulti!!!!!!
FYSOAB: we got him
FYSOAB: but you fail!!!
gyllybug: <3
FYSOAB: LOL
FYSOAB: fuck you mother fucker bitch
gyllybug: :) <3
FYSOAB: noob
gyllybug: :) :)
How I love to wind up ragers in the morning.
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Monday 23 May 2011
Blog includes important links. FOLLOW THEM!
I've found a problem with using Google Chrome.
That problem I ranted about in a blog back in November? (http://gyllybug.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-it-starts-with-rant.html)
Yeah, it's back. The only logical reason I can find why this could be is that I'm using Google Chrome.
HDEQK HJDELQHVJKQ HJIRHBQJVKBHFDBQVFIEW HJIHGWEWEGEJWGI.
For some reason those blocks of "blergh" all start with H. No idea why.
Anyway, to the point of this blog. Which I haven't actually worked out yet.
Well, almost finished my exams. Done the two that are important, and while I am completely uncertain as to what way philosophy is going to go, I think I might have just squeezed a pass out of it. Only one left is geography, and we all know how that is absolutely certain to go. And I mean absolutely certain. There is no way in hell, regardless of what I get in the exam, that I can pass. My coursework wasn't up to much either, so it's a pretty 100% fail right there. Not decided how I feel about that really, I think the overwhelming feeling is pretty much "at least I don't need to stress about scraping a pass". That's a terrible attitude to have, and I know it.
On another note, pretty proud of myself for managing to get an entire year's worth of knowledge for psychology onto 5 sides of A4 paper. Makes revision SO much easier. Carrying on the theme of unrelatedness, I have a deviantART, that I have posted some creative "works" of my own, (ignore the LoL meme, it will not make sense to anyone who doesn't play LoL) not recently though, since I've been pretty busy with revision and needed to pour all my motivation into that, not being creative/blogsome.
You can find it here: http://gyllybug.deviantart.com/. If you do follow the link, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS TASTY AND BACON-LIKE, TELL ME! Even if you didn't read any of why I've written, or did and hated it, please tell me if you clicked the link. Comments and criticisms are absolutely welcome too, if you did read some of my stuff.
As a final note, I'm just gonna recommend a few things.
Elfen Lied.
This is an anime series based on a manga, that is the only manga series I've actually watched all of. If you don't watch it for it's story, watch it just for the soundtrack. Even just the titles! Good anime, if you're into that sort of thing. (P.S, I've been informed it actually comes under the genre of "gore", but I don't know much about the genre systems.) Find it here: http://www.animefreak.tv/watch/elfen-lied-english-dubbed-online-free
DeviantART.
Great site, for anyone with that little creative streak. Great site, for anyone interested in other people's work. Great site for finding fan art of your favourite things. And I mean everything. There should be a rule that if it exists, it's on dA. Find it here: http://www.deviantart.com/
Shadow of the Colossus.
This is a game for the PS2, and if you haven't played it I demand that you do. It's a game like no other and I guarantee you will find no other game like it. Except MAYBE, MAYBE, Monster Hunter, which is ever so slightly similar but really, who actually likes Monster Hunter? (Dig dig dig dig dig!) Okay I'll admit it's barely like Monster Hunter at all but I couldn't resist that dig.
Finally finally, I have twitter too. Recently started actually using it. Follow me? Yes, I'm gyllybug again.
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That problem I ranted about in a blog back in November? (http://gyllybug.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-it-starts-with-rant.html)
Yeah, it's back. The only logical reason I can find why this could be is that I'm using Google Chrome.
HDEQK HJDELQHVJKQ HJIRHBQJVKBHFDBQVFIEW HJIHGWEWEGEJWGI.
For some reason those blocks of "blergh" all start with H. No idea why.
Anyway, to the point of this blog. Which I haven't actually worked out yet.
Well, almost finished my exams. Done the two that are important, and while I am completely uncertain as to what way philosophy is going to go, I think I might have just squeezed a pass out of it. Only one left is geography, and we all know how that is absolutely certain to go. And I mean absolutely certain. There is no way in hell, regardless of what I get in the exam, that I can pass. My coursework wasn't up to much either, so it's a pretty 100% fail right there. Not decided how I feel about that really, I think the overwhelming feeling is pretty much "at least I don't need to stress about scraping a pass". That's a terrible attitude to have, and I know it.
On another note, pretty proud of myself for managing to get an entire year's worth of knowledge for psychology onto 5 sides of A4 paper. Makes revision SO much easier. Carrying on the theme of unrelatedness, I have a deviantART, that I have posted some creative "works" of my own, (ignore the LoL meme, it will not make sense to anyone who doesn't play LoL) not recently though, since I've been pretty busy with revision and needed to pour all my motivation into that, not being creative/blogsome.
You can find it here: http://gyllybug.deviantart.com/. If you do follow the link, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS TASTY AND BACON-LIKE, TELL ME! Even if you didn't read any of why I've written, or did and hated it, please tell me if you clicked the link. Comments and criticisms are absolutely welcome too, if you did read some of my stuff.
As a final note, I'm just gonna recommend a few things.
Elfen Lied.
This is an anime series based on a manga, that is the only manga series I've actually watched all of. If you don't watch it for it's story, watch it just for the soundtrack. Even just the titles! Good anime, if you're into that sort of thing. (P.S, I've been informed it actually comes under the genre of "gore", but I don't know much about the genre systems.) Find it here: http://www.animefreak.tv/watch/elfen-lied-english-dubbed-online-free
DeviantART.
Great site, for anyone with that little creative streak. Great site, for anyone interested in other people's work. Great site for finding fan art of your favourite things. And I mean everything. There should be a rule that if it exists, it's on dA. Find it here: http://www.deviantart.com/
Shadow of the Colossus.
This is a game for the PS2, and if you haven't played it I demand that you do. It's a game like no other and I guarantee you will find no other game like it. Except MAYBE, MAYBE, Monster Hunter, which is ever so slightly similar but really, who actually likes Monster Hunter? (Dig dig dig dig dig!) Okay I'll admit it's barely like Monster Hunter at all but I couldn't resist that dig.
Finally finally, I have twitter too. Recently started actually using it. Follow me? Yes, I'm gyllybug again.
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Friday 13 May 2011
The Facebook Boycott.
So anyone who was paying attention at the time (don't blame you if you weren't, I wasn't either.) will know that I have boycotted Facebook just to see if I could do without it.
These past few days have been horrible. Just adding to my isolation and ever-growing insanity. I will now write a day by day account of how things have gone.
DAY 1:
It's actually really difficult to open Chrome without automatically clicking my Facebook bookmark on my bookmarks bar, so first step is to delete that. After about half an hour of trolling the interwebz I've thought of at least 6 things I could post to Facebook for some lols. Damning my own idiocy in stopping myself from gaining some self worth after someone comments on my lols finding skills, I eventually give up on the internet and start playing Shadow of the Colossus.
DAY 1.5:
I'm starting to realise now that I'm not talking to people very much, with the exception of Kadeezles, Ondeh, imoaN and Alannah (bbz? Idk, I don't think I've ever used a nickname for you) on MSN. Growing ever-more isolated I realise I haven't actually said a word aloud in over 3 days, how odd.
DAY 2:
Wondering what I ever used the internet for before Facebook. I find myself bored and frustrated, and so so alone. I retreat to bed and sleep - the only way I can find that might possibly banish boredom. After waking up, I immediately start up the laptop and remember my ban, shoving the laptop back on my desk in frustration and immediately turn around and punch the wall. My knuckles bleeding I reel off a dozen curses before starting up the PS2 to take some frustrated anger out on innocent Colossi again.
DAY 3:
Can't cope. Must not go to Facebook. My hands shake when they go near my laptop. I resolve the only way to stop myself is to sit as far away as possible. Wrapping myself in my duvet I curl up in front of my door, staring at my laptop. I can almost see the troll face growing, as it's newly sprouted hairy arms beckon me, pointing to the address bar. The F just waiting for me to add an A, now a C...
Blinking hard I don't understand how I got from the floor to the laptop without even noticing. The arms are now claws, slashing at me in anger as if to say "Y U NO FACEBOOK?". One claw catches my neck and the blood begins to pour. As I reach my last dying breath the only thought running through my head is "if only I had logged in to Facebook..."
If you hadn't already worked it out by now, the last few paragraphs are a load of bollocks. Yes dearies, this was all indeed lies.
In truth, I've barely noticed not using Facebook. Sure, I did notice that I don't actually use the internet for much else, and yes, I did experience some pretty extreme boredom (boredom that still existed when I hadn't banned myself from Facebook, but the good 'ol FB covered up the boredom for me) but that was nothing that wasn't solved by reading a book, playing a game or, God forbid, actually using my time to study!
I've come to the conclusion that either I underestimated myself, or overestimated the significance of Facebook. Nevertheless I'm gonna continue ignoring it. I quite like this new freedom and will to do something other than sit in front of a screen for hours clicking the "home" button.
And yes, I am posting this to Facebook but through blogger and only so that people I don't have on MSN have a chance in hell of reading it.
Thank y'all for reading if you did, and if you didn't, why the hell are you reading this? I mean srsly, who skips the entire blog and reads the last sentence?
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Wednesday 11 May 2011
Recent news, and a rant.
Must apologise for the lack of blogging. Having trouble trying to be creative and cynical at the same time (ie, post both here and on dA), but I'm pretty sure I'll be able to keep it more even soon.
P.S, any people who are here from my link in my dA journal, welcome to my blog!
Good afternoon, May, how wonderful of you to stop by. You bring with you a new pay day, a concert, and a deposit paid in full for the (now completely secured) upcoming accommodation worries. Oh and also exams, so it's not all bad. Oh wait...
Now, I am well aware of the structure of these exams. I know what to study. So I'm not panicking too much about them. It's just a matter of knowing the topics. Psychology is again a multiple choice exam based on lecture content only, which is absolutely fine and dandy, my revision for last years exam working fantastically and earning me a clear pass. Philosophy is two essays, where I pick two of four questions regarding the topics Egoism, Famine, Abortion, and Death. Which, as controversial topics, should not be too difficult. Depends on the wording of the question I suppose. Geography is a bigger version of the mid-term which I bombed spectacularly on, and really must revise the calculations part. >.<
Despite not actually having titled this blog as I write it now (the title usually being some sort of indication of the topic of the blog, kinda.), those top two paragraphs are very off-topic. I started this particular blog so I could have a little whine at Firefox.
You know what, Firefox? I liked you. I liked your design, it was simple and clear. I liked your speed, hell, this is something I never really had to consider because ANYTHING was an improvement on IE. I liked your themes, they accommodated for my bizarre phases of what I liked to see, like the pink phase, the mysterious phase and the downright cool phase.
Then you made me download Firefox 4. I was hopeful! Long had we pranced happily, hand in hand through the fields of interweb browsing, gaily giggling at the various funnies, sighing at the latest "breaking news" about some pop star's new hairdo, gasping at the less-than-child-friendly marvels of google's "I'm feeling lucky" button.
We guffaw'ed together at the other browsers. IE that was like a crotchety old granddad trying to keep up with the kids. Chrome that was like the sexy new toy just waiting to spring a new disease on you. Opera that was like wading through glue on a quest to get stronger glue to pull yourself out of the glue.
You know what Firefox? I loved you. You went ahead with the surgery, and I, the loving companion, allowed it. It was what you wanted after all, and who was I to deny? I held your hand as you went under the loading knife, worried about your well-being as you were put to sleep, eagerly awaiting being able to restart you and seeing the wonders of your transformation.
Immediately, you crashed. You ran at less-than-granddad-IE speed as I tried to open more than 2 tabs. Gone are the days of our picnics in the twilight, opening the sandwich of Facebook, eating the donut of Dorkly and drinking the epic of the Escapist. I remained hopeful, hopeful that under these faults I'd see the real you, what you used to be. All I got was a snarling monster that blacked out every time I tried to open DeviantArt.
I cannot forgive you. So farewell, my faithful friend. I will forever remember our days together, and remain blindly hopeful that some day sees the update of all updates, and brings my best friend back to me once more.
Until then, me and Chrome are gonna bitch behind your back and snigger away at all the pics I took of you before you put your make-up on in the morning. As is appropriate for one who has had their heart broken by one they once loved so dearly.
Well I think that's my "holy shit, where did that come from?" quotient filled for the day. Hope y'all enjoyed it. *big smiles!*
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P.S, any people who are here from my link in my dA journal, welcome to my blog!
Good afternoon, May, how wonderful of you to stop by. You bring with you a new pay day, a concert, and a deposit paid in full for the (now completely secured) upcoming accommodation worries. Oh and also exams, so it's not all bad. Oh wait...
Now, I am well aware of the structure of these exams. I know what to study. So I'm not panicking too much about them. It's just a matter of knowing the topics. Psychology is again a multiple choice exam based on lecture content only, which is absolutely fine and dandy, my revision for last years exam working fantastically and earning me a clear pass. Philosophy is two essays, where I pick two of four questions regarding the topics Egoism, Famine, Abortion, and Death. Which, as controversial topics, should not be too difficult. Depends on the wording of the question I suppose. Geography is a bigger version of the mid-term which I bombed spectacularly on, and really must revise the calculations part. >.<
Despite not actually having titled this blog as I write it now (the title usually being some sort of indication of the topic of the blog, kinda.), those top two paragraphs are very off-topic. I started this particular blog so I could have a little whine at Firefox.
You know what, Firefox? I liked you. I liked your design, it was simple and clear. I liked your speed, hell, this is something I never really had to consider because ANYTHING was an improvement on IE. I liked your themes, they accommodated for my bizarre phases of what I liked to see, like the pink phase, the mysterious phase and the downright cool phase.
Then you made me download Firefox 4. I was hopeful! Long had we pranced happily, hand in hand through the fields of interweb browsing, gaily giggling at the various funnies, sighing at the latest "breaking news" about some pop star's new hairdo, gasping at the less-than-child-friendly marvels of google's "I'm feeling lucky" button.
We guffaw'ed together at the other browsers. IE that was like a crotchety old granddad trying to keep up with the kids. Chrome that was like the sexy new toy just waiting to spring a new disease on you. Opera that was like wading through glue on a quest to get stronger glue to pull yourself out of the glue.
You know what Firefox? I loved you. You went ahead with the surgery, and I, the loving companion, allowed it. It was what you wanted after all, and who was I to deny? I held your hand as you went under the loading knife, worried about your well-being as you were put to sleep, eagerly awaiting being able to restart you and seeing the wonders of your transformation.
Immediately, you crashed. You ran at less-than-granddad-IE speed as I tried to open more than 2 tabs. Gone are the days of our picnics in the twilight, opening the sandwich of Facebook, eating the donut of Dorkly and drinking the epic of the Escapist. I remained hopeful, hopeful that under these faults I'd see the real you, what you used to be. All I got was a snarling monster that blacked out every time I tried to open DeviantArt.
I cannot forgive you. So farewell, my faithful friend. I will forever remember our days together, and remain blindly hopeful that some day sees the update of all updates, and brings my best friend back to me once more.
Until then, me and Chrome are gonna bitch behind your back and snigger away at all the pics I took of you before you put your make-up on in the morning. As is appropriate for one who has had their heart broken by one they once loved so dearly.
Well I think that's my "holy shit, where did that come from?" quotient filled for the day. Hope y'all enjoyed it. *big smiles!*
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Tuesday 19 April 2011
A confession.
I found something out last night. And it's thrown me. I knew how I felt about it when I found out about it, but I pushed it away cus I didn't want to think about it.
Alannah didn't make it to Stirling uni.
I feel for her, she's spent the last 2 years working tirelessly to get into this university. Even when she was rejected last year she didn't give up and just tried again. All year she spoke of how coming to Stirling was her dream and she would achieve it after all her hard work.
I was in no doubt she'd get in, none whatsoever. I mean, how could they reject her? She's far more qualified for the course and ridiculously more motivated than me to do well, how in the hell did I get in and she didn't?
Now, I'm not trying to become the ultimate victim. I just came to a significant realisation that I can't keep bottled up- if I did that I could hide it and let it ruin me.
I'm failing. There is no simpler way to put it than that. Last semester I passed. By. The. Skin. Of. My. Teeth. Have I looked back at this and thought "shit, I gotta put some effort in!"? Sure I have. Have I done anything about it? No. I have not. If anything, it's gotten worse. No, I have gotten worse.
The "I can do it later" bit clearly isn't working for me. I can count on two hands the number of lectures I have actually attended for all three classes this semester on the basis of "I can do it later". Problem with that is I haven't done it later.
I'm wasting an opportunity that by all accounts I have no right to even have.
I am so sorry Alannah. I'm sorry you didn't make it, and I'm sorry I'm not taking full advantage of what, by some fluke or mis-print, has been given to me. Thank God you'll never see this. Oh sh-. Better rename this "a confession".
But it's not just a confession, it's a promise. A promise to myself, a promise to Alannah, a promise to anyone who cares that I will stop pretending to myself I can do this without trying. I can't. And it's not melodramatic to say that not trying now will ruin my life. It will.
I can't let that happen.
Alannah didn't make it to Stirling uni.
I feel for her, she's spent the last 2 years working tirelessly to get into this university. Even when she was rejected last year she didn't give up and just tried again. All year she spoke of how coming to Stirling was her dream and she would achieve it after all her hard work.
I was in no doubt she'd get in, none whatsoever. I mean, how could they reject her? She's far more qualified for the course and ridiculously more motivated than me to do well, how in the hell did I get in and she didn't?
Now, I'm not trying to become the ultimate victim. I just came to a significant realisation that I can't keep bottled up- if I did that I could hide it and let it ruin me.
I'm failing. There is no simpler way to put it than that. Last semester I passed. By. The. Skin. Of. My. Teeth. Have I looked back at this and thought "shit, I gotta put some effort in!"? Sure I have. Have I done anything about it? No. I have not. If anything, it's gotten worse. No, I have gotten worse.
The "I can do it later" bit clearly isn't working for me. I can count on two hands the number of lectures I have actually attended for all three classes this semester on the basis of "I can do it later". Problem with that is I haven't done it later.
I'm wasting an opportunity that by all accounts I have no right to even have.
I am so sorry Alannah. I'm sorry you didn't make it, and I'm sorry I'm not taking full advantage of what, by some fluke or mis-print, has been given to me. Thank God you'll never see this. Oh sh-. Better rename this "a confession".
But it's not just a confession, it's a promise. A promise to myself, a promise to Alannah, a promise to anyone who cares that I will stop pretending to myself I can do this without trying. I can't. And it's not melodramatic to say that not trying now will ruin my life. It will.
I can't let that happen.
Monday 18 April 2011
Just a quick update.
Decided to change the name of my blog. I've decided I don't actually think I'm an idiot, and it's giving a false impression of myself to have it up there. So from now in, this blog will be "Ramblings of a university student" cus I haven't thought of anything I could replace "idiot" with.
Suggestions welcome!
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Sunday 17 April 2011
I think I'm getting way too excited about D&D.
Levi was a simple girl. Having been left at the nunnery as a baby like so many other baby girls, she had never known her parents. This was a fact that never bothered Levi, in fact she felt it was fate that she was to be given to the arms of God so she could serve her purpose on earth with no attachments or distractions. She was a faithful student of the revered mother Dimitte, who looked upon Levi as her favourite pupil, spotting true potential deep within the young girl. By her 18th birthday, Levi would be well and ready to accept her vows and ultimately pledge herself unto God and God alone, so she would continue the path of righteousness and good.
However, little more than a year before her vows were to be taken, young Levi was taking a stroll through the village, offering scraps to the hungry as she had done countless days before. Today would be the day that would change her life, however. As she passed a darkened alleyway, she heard a shriek. Her curiosity spurned her forward and she dashed forward, picking up a plank of wood should she require it. Out of the darkness flew a woman, dressed so peculiarly Levi wondered if she had lost all sense of her femininity. The woman ploughed straight into Levi, and without so much as a passing apology scrambled to her feet and darted away, yelling "Catch me if you can!" over her shoulder. Back on her own feet, Levi brushed the dust from her simple tunic - void of the belt she had been wearing that held the small purse of leftover food.
Cursing her clumsiness and that girl, Levi started her hour-long walk back to the nunnery to explain to Mother Dimitte what had happened, hoping she could handle the disappointment that would flow from Mother Dimitte's eyes into Levi's Soul, as always happened when she deviated even slightly form Divinity's work. Deep in thought and feeling sorry for herself, Levi didn't notice the stealthy intruder. She felt she jumped a mile into the sky when the deviant tapped her shoulder. Spinning around she held her arms up to defend herself from the would-be attacker.
She recognised the woman from a few moments ago. She was younger than she had looked in her haste, and much more beautiful. Levi was entranced with her all-encompassing radiance. Her skin was pale, clashing with her mahogany hair, but what really caught her attention was her eyes. They were a striking green, the kind you could lose all sense of time and space in. Though she did not know it, Levi would do anything to have those eyes gaze into the innermost depths of her Self.
Levi could barely pay attention as the woman introduced herself as Ennin, and offered Levi's belt back. Snatching it back, Levi broke herself from her trance and demanded of the woman a reason why she took it.
"It's my trade" Ennin stated abruptly. Taken aback, Levi questioned her. The two women sat for many hours that day conversing about their lives, that were so opposite, Levi was fascinated, almost amused by it. The girls became close friend in the months that followed, but after one too many a bicker over who's beliefs were the right ones, Ennin demanded that Levi step away from her God just once to experience something different. Levi looked into those emerald green eyes and knew she would do as asked, and knew there would be no going back to her old life afterwards.
Levi became somewhat of an apprentice of Ennin's, leaving an apologetic note for Mother Dimitte so as to avoid her disappointment and to travel alongside her beautiful companion. They grew to be women together, and Levi found herself falling in love with Ennin. Despite their strikingly similar appearances, Levi doubted that Ennin could return the love of someone so comparatively insignificant as herself. As such it came entirely as surprise when, on the night of her twenty-second birthday, Ennin wrapped her in an embrace so loving and warm that Levi never wanted to leave Ennin's sweet grasp. They confessed to one another on this night, and the next morning continued their path not only as companions, but as lovers.
Levi became yet more besotted with Ennin than she had ever been. Her love made her blind to all of the harsher things that Ennin had been getting involved in, blind to Ennin's manipulation of facts, blind to her direct manipulation of Levi herself. It never occurred to Levi that her love could be anything other than a paragon. Two years later, on a bright summer’s evening, Ennin seemed very focussed on her thoughts, as if something were troubling her. Worried for her beloved, Levi questioned her. Ennin broke down in tears, confessing that she had done something horribly wrong, and someone had seen her. When pressed, she admitted she had murdered a man but insisted he had attacked her first. She convinced Levi that she needed to "dispose of" the woman who had seen her. Determined that her beloved would come to no harm by the law, she agreed. Ennin led her to a town that seemed vaguely familiar to Levi, it had a scent of a memory about it she could not place in her mind.
They approached a large church building with a wide courtyard, that again stirred memories deeply suppressed in her mind. Ennin advised Levi to wait outside till she had apprehended the woman, but she could not be the one to land the blow in case the Gods looked upon her too dimly for having the blood of two on her hands. Levi entered the building as signalled, and it was not until she had walked almost fully the way up the aisle that she recognised it's towering columns and wide pews. Blinking twice as memories flooded back into her mind she tried to focus on Ennin, who was holding a female figure down at the foot of the stairs leading up to the pedestal Mother Dimitte once preached behind...
Faltering, Levi caught sight of her to-be victim. It was indeed Mother Dimitte. With a gasp, Levi froze, unable to take another step as Mother Dimitte's eye's penetrated her.
"What are you waiting for!?" Ennin called, impatiently.
Stuttering, Levi almost whispered "I...can't kill her..."
A worried expression immediately flooded Ennin's face, and she manipulated her voice, making her sound hurt and meek. "If you don't, they'll get me. They'll hurt me!" The called, allowing her voice to tremble with fear.
Mother Dimitte saw Levi's hesitation, and began to call out to her, pleading for her life, praying for Levi's own soul. Torn, tears poured silently from Levi's eyes as she approached Ennin. Kneeling before her victim, she knew she could not falter, Ennin depended on it. Closing her eyes firmly, the last words she heard as she plunged her knife into Mother Dimitte's heart were "I forgive you."
These words alone broke Levi, and she collapsed in tears over her revered mother's lifeless body, almost in disbelief at what she had done.
It was not until she heard an almost alien cackle that Levi dared to rise from the body, guilt coursing through her veins, thicker than her blood. Looking up she saw Ennin, but it was not Ennin. Her once beautiful eyes had begun to glow an evil luminous green as she showed her true colours. Ennin had finally completed the ritual that she had been pursuing for years, to have the last true revered mother sent to the earth at the hands of the last true innocent. In no uncertain terms, she pointed all this out to Levi, delighting in the heartbreak that was clearly visible in Levi's eyes as she was bombarded with guilt, betrayal and the loss of a deep, deep love. Ennin abruptly disappeared, the only remnant of her presence being the leftover echo of that hideous cackle.
Dumbfounded, Levi could do nothing but shake violently, her breathing becoming sharp and fast as she realised she couldn't handle all of these feelings at once. As if popping a balloon to relieve it of air, she thrust the knife through her own heart, in that second all of the feelings of love, guilt, loss and betrayal spilling out onto her hands. Screaming to the heavens she swore she would have her revenge as her own body fell over her dead friend's. Despite severing her major bloodlines to her heart, and killing her body clearly, her soul clung intensely to the hatred and betrayal that now encompassed her soul, trapping her in a limbo between life and death, her body taking the form of the only being that can survive in such a limbo - a Vampire.
Opening her eyes, Levi could not understand why she had not died. Her hands were still covered in her own blood, and her wound was still clear just above her left breast, however she felt no pain. It was then she realised what she had become.
Lifting the body of Mother Dimitte, she took it out into the back of the church building. That night she buried the body, burying with it her past naivety and blindness. That night, she swore an oath never to be controlled by anyone again, and swore she would have her vengeance, not stopping until she had tracked Ennin down and inflicted pain on her comparable to her own.
Yes, that's how much thought I've put into the back story of my D&D character. Though to be fair, it's only 12 paragraphs long because I've actually turned this into like a short story. Wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't embellished it.
So there you have it, the ultimate form of geekery.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
However, little more than a year before her vows were to be taken, young Levi was taking a stroll through the village, offering scraps to the hungry as she had done countless days before. Today would be the day that would change her life, however. As she passed a darkened alleyway, she heard a shriek. Her curiosity spurned her forward and she dashed forward, picking up a plank of wood should she require it. Out of the darkness flew a woman, dressed so peculiarly Levi wondered if she had lost all sense of her femininity. The woman ploughed straight into Levi, and without so much as a passing apology scrambled to her feet and darted away, yelling "Catch me if you can!" over her shoulder. Back on her own feet, Levi brushed the dust from her simple tunic - void of the belt she had been wearing that held the small purse of leftover food.
Cursing her clumsiness and that girl, Levi started her hour-long walk back to the nunnery to explain to Mother Dimitte what had happened, hoping she could handle the disappointment that would flow from Mother Dimitte's eyes into Levi's Soul, as always happened when she deviated even slightly form Divinity's work. Deep in thought and feeling sorry for herself, Levi didn't notice the stealthy intruder. She felt she jumped a mile into the sky when the deviant tapped her shoulder. Spinning around she held her arms up to defend herself from the would-be attacker.
She recognised the woman from a few moments ago. She was younger than she had looked in her haste, and much more beautiful. Levi was entranced with her all-encompassing radiance. Her skin was pale, clashing with her mahogany hair, but what really caught her attention was her eyes. They were a striking green, the kind you could lose all sense of time and space in. Though she did not know it, Levi would do anything to have those eyes gaze into the innermost depths of her Self.
Levi could barely pay attention as the woman introduced herself as Ennin, and offered Levi's belt back. Snatching it back, Levi broke herself from her trance and demanded of the woman a reason why she took it.
"It's my trade" Ennin stated abruptly. Taken aback, Levi questioned her. The two women sat for many hours that day conversing about their lives, that were so opposite, Levi was fascinated, almost amused by it. The girls became close friend in the months that followed, but after one too many a bicker over who's beliefs were the right ones, Ennin demanded that Levi step away from her God just once to experience something different. Levi looked into those emerald green eyes and knew she would do as asked, and knew there would be no going back to her old life afterwards.
Levi became somewhat of an apprentice of Ennin's, leaving an apologetic note for Mother Dimitte so as to avoid her disappointment and to travel alongside her beautiful companion. They grew to be women together, and Levi found herself falling in love with Ennin. Despite their strikingly similar appearances, Levi doubted that Ennin could return the love of someone so comparatively insignificant as herself. As such it came entirely as surprise when, on the night of her twenty-second birthday, Ennin wrapped her in an embrace so loving and warm that Levi never wanted to leave Ennin's sweet grasp. They confessed to one another on this night, and the next morning continued their path not only as companions, but as lovers.
Levi became yet more besotted with Ennin than she had ever been. Her love made her blind to all of the harsher things that Ennin had been getting involved in, blind to Ennin's manipulation of facts, blind to her direct manipulation of Levi herself. It never occurred to Levi that her love could be anything other than a paragon. Two years later, on a bright summer’s evening, Ennin seemed very focussed on her thoughts, as if something were troubling her. Worried for her beloved, Levi questioned her. Ennin broke down in tears, confessing that she had done something horribly wrong, and someone had seen her. When pressed, she admitted she had murdered a man but insisted he had attacked her first. She convinced Levi that she needed to "dispose of" the woman who had seen her. Determined that her beloved would come to no harm by the law, she agreed. Ennin led her to a town that seemed vaguely familiar to Levi, it had a scent of a memory about it she could not place in her mind.
They approached a large church building with a wide courtyard, that again stirred memories deeply suppressed in her mind. Ennin advised Levi to wait outside till she had apprehended the woman, but she could not be the one to land the blow in case the Gods looked upon her too dimly for having the blood of two on her hands. Levi entered the building as signalled, and it was not until she had walked almost fully the way up the aisle that she recognised it's towering columns and wide pews. Blinking twice as memories flooded back into her mind she tried to focus on Ennin, who was holding a female figure down at the foot of the stairs leading up to the pedestal Mother Dimitte once preached behind...
Faltering, Levi caught sight of her to-be victim. It was indeed Mother Dimitte. With a gasp, Levi froze, unable to take another step as Mother Dimitte's eye's penetrated her.
"What are you waiting for!?" Ennin called, impatiently.
Stuttering, Levi almost whispered "I...can't kill her..."
A worried expression immediately flooded Ennin's face, and she manipulated her voice, making her sound hurt and meek. "If you don't, they'll get me. They'll hurt me!" The called, allowing her voice to tremble with fear.
Mother Dimitte saw Levi's hesitation, and began to call out to her, pleading for her life, praying for Levi's own soul. Torn, tears poured silently from Levi's eyes as she approached Ennin. Kneeling before her victim, she knew she could not falter, Ennin depended on it. Closing her eyes firmly, the last words she heard as she plunged her knife into Mother Dimitte's heart were "I forgive you."
These words alone broke Levi, and she collapsed in tears over her revered mother's lifeless body, almost in disbelief at what she had done.
It was not until she heard an almost alien cackle that Levi dared to rise from the body, guilt coursing through her veins, thicker than her blood. Looking up she saw Ennin, but it was not Ennin. Her once beautiful eyes had begun to glow an evil luminous green as she showed her true colours. Ennin had finally completed the ritual that she had been pursuing for years, to have the last true revered mother sent to the earth at the hands of the last true innocent. In no uncertain terms, she pointed all this out to Levi, delighting in the heartbreak that was clearly visible in Levi's eyes as she was bombarded with guilt, betrayal and the loss of a deep, deep love. Ennin abruptly disappeared, the only remnant of her presence being the leftover echo of that hideous cackle.
Dumbfounded, Levi could do nothing but shake violently, her breathing becoming sharp and fast as she realised she couldn't handle all of these feelings at once. As if popping a balloon to relieve it of air, she thrust the knife through her own heart, in that second all of the feelings of love, guilt, loss and betrayal spilling out onto her hands. Screaming to the heavens she swore she would have her revenge as her own body fell over her dead friend's. Despite severing her major bloodlines to her heart, and killing her body clearly, her soul clung intensely to the hatred and betrayal that now encompassed her soul, trapping her in a limbo between life and death, her body taking the form of the only being that can survive in such a limbo - a Vampire.
Opening her eyes, Levi could not understand why she had not died. Her hands were still covered in her own blood, and her wound was still clear just above her left breast, however she felt no pain. It was then she realised what she had become.
Lifting the body of Mother Dimitte, she took it out into the back of the church building. That night she buried the body, burying with it her past naivety and blindness. That night, she swore an oath never to be controlled by anyone again, and swore she would have her vengeance, not stopping until she had tracked Ennin down and inflicted pain on her comparable to her own.
Yes, that's how much thought I've put into the back story of my D&D character. Though to be fair, it's only 12 paragraphs long because I've actually turned this into like a short story. Wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't embellished it.
So there you have it, the ultimate form of geekery.
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Wednesday 13 April 2011
So yeah.
I've noticed most of these blogs start with the word "so". Decided to get that out of the way in the title this time.
To summarise what this blog will be about, it's pretty much gonna be one of the first ones I'm writing in a bad mood since the very first. So I apologise if I sound snappy or unreasonable in any way. Please note, this apology will become available in the next few days. If you demand one now, I'll glare at you, and possibly swear at you. Menacing, isn't it.
I'm just grumpy because I got my geography results back today. I know, I know, "I don't care about geography, it's not my degree so I just wanna get through it".
It's not the geography that bothers me. It's the failing.
I've never ever failed anything outright before. Not in high school, not in primary school, not even in my first semester. But now, I have. I know it doesn't mean I've failed the course. I know I'm not getting kicked out of uni. I know I just have to do well in the final exam to get the points I need to stay out of trouble next semester. That's not the point.
I suppose this is me finally facing the fact I've reached the point where winging it will not get me anywhere anymore. Its power has reached its limit. Just btw, it is very unwise to call me out on this point in the next few days, unless you really have to feck my mood up more.
Yes, that's right, I'm taking my anger/upset out on the nameless, faceless readers of my blog. My apologies. Later.
On another note, I got the Firefighter Tristana skin today. Thank you Iaaaaainnn.
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To summarise what this blog will be about, it's pretty much gonna be one of the first ones I'm writing in a bad mood since the very first. So I apologise if I sound snappy or unreasonable in any way. Please note, this apology will become available in the next few days. If you demand one now, I'll glare at you, and possibly swear at you. Menacing, isn't it.
I'm just grumpy because I got my geography results back today. I know, I know, "I don't care about geography, it's not my degree so I just wanna get through it".
It's not the geography that bothers me. It's the failing.
I've never ever failed anything outright before. Not in high school, not in primary school, not even in my first semester. But now, I have. I know it doesn't mean I've failed the course. I know I'm not getting kicked out of uni. I know I just have to do well in the final exam to get the points I need to stay out of trouble next semester. That's not the point.
I suppose this is me finally facing the fact I've reached the point where winging it will not get me anywhere anymore. Its power has reached its limit. Just btw, it is very unwise to call me out on this point in the next few days, unless you really have to feck my mood up more.
Yes, that's right, I'm taking my anger/upset out on the nameless, faceless readers of my blog. My apologies. Later.
On another note, I got the Firefighter Tristana skin today. Thank you Iaaaaainnn.
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Wednesday 6 April 2011
Omegle.
SO. I've given up on trying to get sleep today, so I thinks, what am I going to do now? I settle on listening to the radio for the first time in forever. So I goes on the net and finds Kindom FM's page for the breakfast show with Ian and Diane. It says it's currently playing 500 Miles by The Proclaimers. So I tries my hardest to get on it as fast as, cus that's an awesome way to "wake up" as it were. But all this faffing about downloading plug-ins and restarting shit and I missed it. Missed The Proclaimers. Some stupid pop crap was on.
So that's this morning's rant, very sorry for that bizarre accent that somehow got infused in there o.O
Anyway, as the title of this blog would suggest, this is actually about the wave of anonymous online one-to-one chats that are springing up everywhere, the best known obviously being ChatRoulette (which is clearly not very anonymous). I found Omegle, which as far as I know, is vaguely popular.
I decided I'd make an attempt at finding intelligent conversation. Impossible, it would seem, but I succeeded!
This is how it started:
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: Hi.
You: Hey.
Stranger: What's your favourite number?
You: I can't say I have a favourite really. 12 sprang to mind though.
Stranger: 12. I like that number. My favourite number is 6. But I also like multiples of 6 by extension.
Stranger: I think multiples of 6 are overlooked, in general.
Stranger: Not like 5.
Stranger: You know. Or 3.
You: Ugh, 5 is the whore of numbers, only out whore'd by 3.
You: Ha, said that too slow.
Stranger: Yes, yes! You're quite right!
Stranger: I agree. And then 7
Stranger: 7 is everyone's favourite.
Stranger: And when you ask people to pick a number, they always pick 3, or 7... or numbers ending in 3 or 7
Stranger: People rarely pick6.
Stranger: And you know what else?
You: It's that "in-between" number, that makes people think they're being individual.
Stranger: Yes!
Stranger: You know how they tell
Stranger: when people have invented "random" results
Stranger: There are a disproportionate number of numbers ending in 7 and 3
You: They're in between the 5 and the multiple of 10, which validates my theory.
Now, to find this conversation I went through about 25 people who's first words were "hi asl". There is nothing worse than that. Would it really kill people to be creative and different?
Obviously though, conversations about numbers can't go on forever:
Stranger: I used to live in number 17
Stranger: And my friend always thought that was unlucky.
You: I must say, I take luck as it comes, it's nothing you can categorise with numbers or objects.
Stranger: Here is why. In Roman numerals, it is XVII, right? And if you rearrange the letters, it comes to VIXI, which, in Latin is the perfect tense of the verb to live, so it means I have lived.
Stranger: And if you have lived, in the perfect tense, that mean's you're dead!
You: I understand that.
Stranger: Cicero used it, famously.
Stranger: He said :vixerunt, about some prisoners, I can't remember who - I'm so poor on Roman history - to mean they had been executed.
Stranger: Do you like Latin?
You: I tried to study it in school, but had to drop it since I had to retake a class.
You: Been meaning to pick it back up again.
Stranger: Yes, it's easy to forget, isn't it? I did it in school too. It was my favourite subject.
Stranger: I loved all the grammar.
You: We studied...oh god I don't even remember what it was called.
Stranger: Some people don't like grammar but I think it's so interesting! And in Latin it's infinitely more logical than in modern languages.
You: we did the grammar and actual language part, but also roman history and the like.
Stranger: The Aeneid?
You: How did you know?
You: Yes, that was it.
Stranger: Because you can't study Latin and not do it!
Stranger: It's like THE Latin poem.
"What is this I don't even..." I hear you say. Yeah, not only did I find someone vaguely different, I've found real actual intelligence. There's no way this could get better though, surely:
Stranger: If you want to pick Latin up again
Stranger: I really recomend a book called Reading Latin
Stranger: It's a great book, and lots of interesting language points and translations.
Stranger: What subject did you like in school the most, then?
You: Oh I liked a lot, geography is in the top 3, definitely. As is history, and music.
You: Music is 3rd, geography and history tie for top spot.
Stranger: I didn't study a lot of geography. But I would have liked to, if I had had more time. What did you like about geography - physical, or human?
You: Definitely physical, but some human aspects were intruiging.
You: It irritates the hell out of me when people assume geography is all about where things are.
Stranger: Yes. I liked learning about different types of rock, and how they formed- how quickly the volcanic lava cooled and things, that was awesome!
Stranger: Yes, I suppose. It has that reputation, doesn't it?
But wait, there's more!
Stranger: Do you want to do something in the future to do with that - like - environmental research?
You: Not really, I chose geography as a filler subject mostly just for enjoyment purposes and further learning, my focus is on psychology - odd combination, I know.
Stranger: Oh! Wow - really - so you study all different things?
Stranger: Or just those two?
You: Those two and philosophy.
Stranger: That sounds great. I don't know very much about psychology.
Stranger: It seems to me that humans are just - inexplicable - perhaps if I studied more psychology I would understand people better
You: Well it doesn't really work that way - sure you can boil things down to diagnosis of illnesses or mental problems, and mental processes, but (not discountng this of course, it's very valid obviously) every person is different, and every person will have different deviations from the typical "rules".
Stranger: Yes. So annoying! It would be great if you could finally figure people out like a maths equation.
You: But would it? that'd take all the spontiniety out of people, and take away what makes us human.
You: That sounded almost philosophical.
Stranger: Well, you're a philosopher too, right?
(insert hour long conversation about human psychology, and a discussion about human conformatism)
I managed to find someone on a chat site like omegle that I could have an intelligent, literate conversation with. Perhaps there are normal people somewhere deep in the interwebz.
And it didn't stop there. Psychology turned to discussing countries, to a conversation about accents, to stereotypes, to alcohol (it was always gonna end up there at some point), to places, to food...
And ended with:
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No, I wasn't hung up on, he (I'm assuming it was a he) went to bed.
But I like that, I think it's gonna be how I end my blogs now, kinda like how Andrew has "peace out bubs".
So to conclude, the popular opinion that there are no normal people on the interwebz, only trolls and idiots and, ahem, wankers, is a tad inaccurate. Thank you 4chan, ChatRoulette etc. for ruining the concepion of the internet. You rapists and paedophiles aren't helping either.
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So that's this morning's rant, very sorry for that bizarre accent that somehow got infused in there o.O
Anyway, as the title of this blog would suggest, this is actually about the wave of anonymous online one-to-one chats that are springing up everywhere, the best known obviously being ChatRoulette (which is clearly not very anonymous). I found Omegle, which as far as I know, is vaguely popular.
I decided I'd make an attempt at finding intelligent conversation. Impossible, it would seem, but I succeeded!
This is how it started:
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: Hi.
You: Hey.
Stranger: What's your favourite number?
You: I can't say I have a favourite really. 12 sprang to mind though.
Stranger: 12. I like that number. My favourite number is 6. But I also like multiples of 6 by extension.
Stranger: I think multiples of 6 are overlooked, in general.
Stranger: Not like 5.
Stranger: You know. Or 3.
You: Ugh, 5 is the whore of numbers, only out whore'd by 3.
You: Ha, said that too slow.
Stranger: Yes, yes! You're quite right!
Stranger: I agree. And then 7
Stranger: 7 is everyone's favourite.
Stranger: And when you ask people to pick a number, they always pick 3, or 7... or numbers ending in 3 or 7
Stranger: People rarely pick6.
Stranger: And you know what else?
You: It's that "in-between" number, that makes people think they're being individual.
Stranger: Yes!
Stranger: You know how they tell
Stranger: when people have invented "random" results
Stranger: There are a disproportionate number of numbers ending in 7 and 3
You: They're in between the 5 and the multiple of 10, which validates my theory.
Now, to find this conversation I went through about 25 people who's first words were "hi asl". There is nothing worse than that. Would it really kill people to be creative and different?
Obviously though, conversations about numbers can't go on forever:
Stranger: I used to live in number 17
Stranger: And my friend always thought that was unlucky.
You: I must say, I take luck as it comes, it's nothing you can categorise with numbers or objects.
Stranger: Here is why. In Roman numerals, it is XVII, right? And if you rearrange the letters, it comes to VIXI, which, in Latin is the perfect tense of the verb to live, so it means I have lived.
Stranger: And if you have lived, in the perfect tense, that mean's you're dead!
You: I understand that.
Stranger: Cicero used it, famously.
Stranger: He said :vixerunt, about some prisoners, I can't remember who - I'm so poor on Roman history - to mean they had been executed.
Stranger: Do you like Latin?
You: I tried to study it in school, but had to drop it since I had to retake a class.
You: Been meaning to pick it back up again.
Stranger: Yes, it's easy to forget, isn't it? I did it in school too. It was my favourite subject.
Stranger: I loved all the grammar.
You: We studied...oh god I don't even remember what it was called.
Stranger: Some people don't like grammar but I think it's so interesting! And in Latin it's infinitely more logical than in modern languages.
You: we did the grammar and actual language part, but also roman history and the like.
Stranger: The Aeneid?
You: How did you know?
You: Yes, that was it.
Stranger: Because you can't study Latin and not do it!
Stranger: It's like THE Latin poem.
"What is this I don't even..." I hear you say. Yeah, not only did I find someone vaguely different, I've found real actual intelligence. There's no way this could get better though, surely:
Stranger: If you want to pick Latin up again
Stranger: I really recomend a book called Reading Latin
Stranger: It's a great book, and lots of interesting language points and translations.
Stranger: What subject did you like in school the most, then?
You: Oh I liked a lot, geography is in the top 3, definitely. As is history, and music.
You: Music is 3rd, geography and history tie for top spot.
Stranger: I didn't study a lot of geography. But I would have liked to, if I had had more time. What did you like about geography - physical, or human?
You: Definitely physical, but some human aspects were intruiging.
You: It irritates the hell out of me when people assume geography is all about where things are.
Stranger: Yes. I liked learning about different types of rock, and how they formed- how quickly the volcanic lava cooled and things, that was awesome!
Stranger: Yes, I suppose. It has that reputation, doesn't it?
But wait, there's more!
Stranger: Do you want to do something in the future to do with that - like - environmental research?
You: Not really, I chose geography as a filler subject mostly just for enjoyment purposes and further learning, my focus is on psychology - odd combination, I know.
Stranger: Oh! Wow - really - so you study all different things?
Stranger: Or just those two?
You: Those two and philosophy.
Stranger: That sounds great. I don't know very much about psychology.
Stranger: It seems to me that humans are just - inexplicable - perhaps if I studied more psychology I would understand people better
You: Well it doesn't really work that way - sure you can boil things down to diagnosis of illnesses or mental problems, and mental processes, but (not discountng this of course, it's very valid obviously) every person is different, and every person will have different deviations from the typical "rules".
Stranger: Yes. So annoying! It would be great if you could finally figure people out like a maths equation.
You: But would it? that'd take all the spontiniety out of people, and take away what makes us human.
You: That sounded almost philosophical.
Stranger: Well, you're a philosopher too, right?
(insert hour long conversation about human psychology, and a discussion about human conformatism)
I managed to find someone on a chat site like omegle that I could have an intelligent, literate conversation with. Perhaps there are normal people somewhere deep in the interwebz.
And it didn't stop there. Psychology turned to discussing countries, to a conversation about accents, to stereotypes, to alcohol (it was always gonna end up there at some point), to places, to food...
And ended with:
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
No, I wasn't hung up on, he (I'm assuming it was a he) went to bed.
But I like that, I think it's gonna be how I end my blogs now, kinda like how Andrew has "peace out bubs".
So to conclude, the popular opinion that there are no normal people on the interwebz, only trolls and idiots and, ahem, wankers, is a tad inaccurate. Thank you 4chan, ChatRoulette etc. for ruining the concepion of the internet. You rapists and paedophiles aren't helping either.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
Friday 11 March 2011
Nostalgia.
Recently, I found my old iPod. I say found, it's just a faster way of saying "noticed it still pinned to my wall and decided to actually take it down and look at it". Despite my new iPod being less than 6 months in use (so the old one still being relatively up to date) I found myself getting all nostalgic over it. Maybe it was the smaller screen, maybe it was those two pixels that still don't want to be white. Maybe it was the original Orkney playlist (a playlist consisting of pre-Fallen Evanescence, both Amy MacDonald's albums and 4-6 Jill Tracy songs that I listened to at every silent moment, and annoyed everyone with by singing along to on the bus) sitting on it. Whatever the reason, I ended up listening to it for a few days. Just btw, I am not one of those people who toss aside perfectly working technology in favour of newer models, the reason I stopped using the old one was because the top white panel came off, meaning it would be dangerous to use it in wet weather/dust could get in it and mess it up.
So nostalgia, it's been a while. (<-PUN.)
I get nostalgic over little times that'll never be the same. Like around the standard grade exams, when I wasn't THAT close to Ewa, I went to her house for the first time since we were both bored and we played monopoly while listening to Billy Talent (Siobhan if you read this - this was the origins of your obsession). After that, I went home to get lunch and found my mum had bought me my first pair of converse which I love, and still have. They're falling to pieces but I'll never throw them out.
I get nostalgic over songs, and these songs tend to link to some time I played Nintendo. For example, I remember singing Britney Spears' Lucky at the top of my voice while playing Banjo Kazooie, Mumbo's Mountain, at the ant hill. I miss my old music, like Blue, which I listened to on my old 256MB MP3 player. To think, just last year I was struggling to fit my music on to my 4GB iPod, yet back then 256 did me fine! (I still envied my friend, who's mp3 had 512MB. It could hold TWICE the number mine could! D:)
I get nostalgic over "Cassie". Very few, in fact, just one of the people I actually know who might read this will get this reference. I miss high school- the simpler times in first year when there was no pressure. That said, 6th year was my favourite year - by then I was friends with my teachers, and we were adult enough to be treated with less contempt by said teachers. Advanced geography pretty much embodies everything I miss about high school.
Linking back to the Nintendo, I miss when the best way to fix my technology was to blow it and give it a thump. No tawdry jokes please, this is ACTUALLY a very efficient way to make Nintendos (works every time) and gameboys (wouldn't suggest the thumping part in this case, might break it a little).
To be honest, as cheesy as it'll sound, the times I miss most were the times when my sister and I matched in our maturity. In that we played together, a lot. It's okay though, she'll never read this.
So, Siobhan, I guess I just want to thank you for being around in my younger years. Not just for all those times we spent getting Sam and Speedy drunk on their bottles of god-knows-what-alcohol (prop: nail varnish bottles) and the elaborate wedding we staged for Sam and L...oh my God I've forgotten her name. Speedy got Poppy though, I remember that. Please tell me all of them are still in the attic? Not just for the times we spent dressing up (me in that blue outfit as the prince, you in the pink one as the princess) and acting out daring fights (I remember my weapon of choice being the plastic pipe that came attached to the hoover) and all those times with the Barbies, and the carpet burns from sliding down the stairs in pillow cases...
Not just for you always being the one who "should've known better", or the one who constantly got "found out" in your trespasses of The Rules, making mine less noticed.
P.S I recently noticed something. In our role plays and things like that, why was I always the man? Methinks you may have foreseen my future non-girlyness...or at least contributed to it.
Anyway, thank you Siobhan, for being my sister.
Now that I've made my cheese quotient for the month, I'm off to go do something manly. Like xbox, or eating raw eggs.
So nostalgia, it's been a while. (<-PUN.)
I get nostalgic over little times that'll never be the same. Like around the standard grade exams, when I wasn't THAT close to Ewa, I went to her house for the first time since we were both bored and we played monopoly while listening to Billy Talent (Siobhan if you read this - this was the origins of your obsession). After that, I went home to get lunch and found my mum had bought me my first pair of converse which I love, and still have. They're falling to pieces but I'll never throw them out.
I get nostalgic over songs, and these songs tend to link to some time I played Nintendo. For example, I remember singing Britney Spears' Lucky at the top of my voice while playing Banjo Kazooie, Mumbo's Mountain, at the ant hill. I miss my old music, like Blue, which I listened to on my old 256MB MP3 player. To think, just last year I was struggling to fit my music on to my 4GB iPod, yet back then 256 did me fine! (I still envied my friend, who's mp3 had 512MB. It could hold TWICE the number mine could! D:)
I get nostalgic over "Cassie". Very few, in fact, just one of the people I actually know who might read this will get this reference. I miss high school- the simpler times in first year when there was no pressure. That said, 6th year was my favourite year - by then I was friends with my teachers, and we were adult enough to be treated with less contempt by said teachers. Advanced geography pretty much embodies everything I miss about high school.
Linking back to the Nintendo, I miss when the best way to fix my technology was to blow it and give it a thump. No tawdry jokes please, this is ACTUALLY a very efficient way to make Nintendos (works every time) and gameboys (wouldn't suggest the thumping part in this case, might break it a little).
To be honest, as cheesy as it'll sound, the times I miss most were the times when my sister and I matched in our maturity. In that we played together, a lot. It's okay though, she'll never read this.
So, Siobhan, I guess I just want to thank you for being around in my younger years. Not just for all those times we spent getting Sam and Speedy drunk on their bottles of god-knows-what-alcohol (prop: nail varnish bottles) and the elaborate wedding we staged for Sam and L...oh my God I've forgotten her name. Speedy got Poppy though, I remember that. Please tell me all of them are still in the attic? Not just for the times we spent dressing up (me in that blue outfit as the prince, you in the pink one as the princess) and acting out daring fights (I remember my weapon of choice being the plastic pipe that came attached to the hoover) and all those times with the Barbies, and the carpet burns from sliding down the stairs in pillow cases...
Not just for you always being the one who "should've known better", or the one who constantly got "found out" in your trespasses of The Rules, making mine less noticed.
P.S I recently noticed something. In our role plays and things like that, why was I always the man? Methinks you may have foreseen my future non-girlyness...or at least contributed to it.
Anyway, thank you Siobhan, for being my sister.
Now that I've made my cheese quotient for the month, I'm off to go do something manly. Like xbox, or eating raw eggs.
Sunday 6 March 2011
Wednesday 2 March 2011
It's the 2nd of March.
Yes, the title is a reference to my V-Day post. More on that later.
So, My Family is on, I've had my bowl of muesli and I'm comfy on my bed. Time to blog? I think so.
I want to start with a small thank you to Mark - it was nice to get that feedback on my last blog, and it was nice to see people actually read it. So thanks :)
I am in a very good mood. Despite the work that I have due for geography, the lab I have for psychology tomorrow (which I'll have to write a report on tomorrow night) or the impending doom of deep thought that comes with new feelings, I am genuinely happy.
Anyway, the point of this blog was to pick up the "more on that later" I said in my last blog with regard to how my first Valentines day went. In short: fantastic.
Now, I'm not gonna detail what we did, if only to avoid people saying "that's not romantic". It involved a fair bit of gaming together, but to be fair he cooked me food. It was damn good food. That's romantic, but also beside the point. The point being we played games because it's a mutual hobby of ours. He cooked me food, because he's just damn sweet like that (and it was his house, so I was hiding in his room to avoid contact with his family who I hadn't met before then). To top it off, there is nothing nicer than waking up in the arms of your other half (all together now, D'AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW).
We spent our Valentine's not fulfilling the cliche of going to the cinema, going for a meal, feeding ducks at the park etc. We spent our Valentine's doing things we both enjoy, most importantly, together. Which is romantic enough for me. :)
Since I'm pretty sure he'll read this, I need to save myself from slipping into being too cute. So I'll mention I've already managed to cause him a great deal of pain by knocking a figurine of a genlock in it's packaging onto his face. Specifically, his eye. Breaking the skin just under his eyebrow. Serves him right for not playing enough Dragon Age...
Well, it is now the 3rd of March, and I have completed my blog, thus making the title redundant. Oh well.
So, My Family is on, I've had my bowl of muesli and I'm comfy on my bed. Time to blog? I think so.
I want to start with a small thank you to Mark - it was nice to get that feedback on my last blog, and it was nice to see people actually read it. So thanks :)
I am in a very good mood. Despite the work that I have due for geography, the lab I have for psychology tomorrow (which I'll have to write a report on tomorrow night) or the impending doom of deep thought that comes with new feelings, I am genuinely happy.
Anyway, the point of this blog was to pick up the "more on that later" I said in my last blog with regard to how my first Valentines day went. In short: fantastic.
Now, I'm not gonna detail what we did, if only to avoid people saying "that's not romantic". It involved a fair bit of gaming together, but to be fair he cooked me food. It was damn good food. That's romantic, but also beside the point. The point being we played games because it's a mutual hobby of ours. He cooked me food, because he's just damn sweet like that (and it was his house, so I was hiding in his room to avoid contact with his family who I hadn't met before then). To top it off, there is nothing nicer than waking up in the arms of your other half (all together now, D'AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW).
We spent our Valentine's not fulfilling the cliche of going to the cinema, going for a meal, feeding ducks at the park etc. We spent our Valentine's doing things we both enjoy, most importantly, together. Which is romantic enough for me. :)
Since I'm pretty sure he'll read this, I need to save myself from slipping into being too cute. So I'll mention I've already managed to cause him a great deal of pain by knocking a figurine of a genlock in it's packaging onto his face. Specifically, his eye. Breaking the skin just under his eyebrow. Serves him right for not playing enough Dragon Age...
Well, it is now the 3rd of March, and I have completed my blog, thus making the title redundant. Oh well.
Thursday 24 February 2011
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So, a while back I rediscovered something I wrote:
Found in the later part of last year, it was written in October, 2007. I was 14 at the time, and seeing as I automatically see me as anything under 17 as around 11-12, I can't believe I had the capacity to say something that deep. That said, I think I was going through my emo phase at that point. So I'd have been coming up with anything depressing. The less said about that, the better.
Anyway, to the point. I still can't decide whether this is actually severly depressing, or if it can actually be construed as motivational. Motivational possibly too strong a word, but you get the idea: death is coming, make the most out of life, even if it sucks. Kinda thing. Half of me loves it. Possibly my morbid half. Without wanting to sound all egotistical, it seems quite insightful, pessimistic, yes, but on the whole (most often) I am a complete pessimist. For those of you who say "you're always optimistic around me..." usually it means I'm trying to get you to shut up. :D
So that was completely unstructured, lacked insight and a literary cess pit, but oh well. I'll just say it "conveys the confusion in my head while thinking about this matter". I guess I wanted to know what other people thought about that statement up there, even thought I doubt many will actually read this.
As you can see, not a particularly well rounded blog today, just a kinda meld of random thoughts that I haven't really thought too much on, if that makes any sense.
I'm gonna attempt to salvage this blog, with a rant about epic things I've bought recently. I say recently, when I mean abut a week or two ago. When I still had money.
Zoe, you read?
That's right, I bought books. It is irrelevant that I haven't started them yet, the point is I bought them. I promise it wasn't just to say that I have the novelised prequels of both Mass Effect and Dragon Age, I swear. Oh shi- now I sound like a nerd. Ch'yeah I know I'm a nerd. The reason I haven't started reading them yet is I'm currently reading a book I got for Valentines day (which went fantastically, by the way, more on that later. Possibly tonight, need to write a decent blog to make up for this trash heap).
I can actually catch them all now.
No, I did not buy many a prostitute so that I could collect STDs, nor did I head out to an impoverished country to be bitten by the female anopheles mosquito and contract malaria (thank you, higher geography) so that I could catch a load of other diseases either. I have in fact bought Pokemon Ruby and Pokemon Sapphire, to go with having already owned Emerald. I did actually buy Ruby with Emerald wayyyyy back when I was... 14 again. But I gave it to a friend, and never got it back... oh well. Before people start yelling at me for owning third generation games but still considering myself a real Pokemon gamer (*crickets*), I also own red and yellow for the original Gameboy. Yes, that was just me showing off. Not that I can say much, seeing as I own, completed and actually enjoyed Pokemon Ranger...even if it did kill my DS screen.
Last but certainly not least...
Today I bought a garlic infused Bernard Matthews smoked sausage. Speaking of, it's tea time. Ta ra!
"Death is a sanctuary, you earn it by getting through life gracefully."
Found in the later part of last year, it was written in October, 2007. I was 14 at the time, and seeing as I automatically see me as anything under 17 as around 11-12, I can't believe I had the capacity to say something that deep. That said, I think I was going through my emo phase at that point. So I'd have been coming up with anything depressing. The less said about that, the better.
Anyway, to the point. I still can't decide whether this is actually severly depressing, or if it can actually be construed as motivational. Motivational possibly too strong a word, but you get the idea: death is coming, make the most out of life, even if it sucks. Kinda thing. Half of me loves it. Possibly my morbid half. Without wanting to sound all egotistical, it seems quite insightful, pessimistic, yes, but on the whole (most often) I am a complete pessimist. For those of you who say "you're always optimistic around me..." usually it means I'm trying to get you to shut up. :D
So that was completely unstructured, lacked insight and a literary cess pit, but oh well. I'll just say it "conveys the confusion in my head while thinking about this matter". I guess I wanted to know what other people thought about that statement up there, even thought I doubt many will actually read this.
As you can see, not a particularly well rounded blog today, just a kinda meld of random thoughts that I haven't really thought too much on, if that makes any sense.
I'm gonna attempt to salvage this blog, with a rant about epic things I've bought recently. I say recently, when I mean abut a week or two ago. When I still had money.
Zoe, you read?
That's right, I bought books. It is irrelevant that I haven't started them yet, the point is I bought them. I promise it wasn't just to say that I have the novelised prequels of both Mass Effect and Dragon Age, I swear. Oh shi- now I sound like a nerd. Ch'yeah I know I'm a nerd. The reason I haven't started reading them yet is I'm currently reading a book I got for Valentines day (which went fantastically, by the way, more on that later. Possibly tonight, need to write a decent blog to make up for this trash heap).
I can actually catch them all now.
No, I did not buy many a prostitute so that I could collect STDs, nor did I head out to an impoverished country to be bitten by the female anopheles mosquito and contract malaria (thank you, higher geography) so that I could catch a load of other diseases either. I have in fact bought Pokemon Ruby and Pokemon Sapphire, to go with having already owned Emerald. I did actually buy Ruby with Emerald wayyyyy back when I was... 14 again. But I gave it to a friend, and never got it back... oh well. Before people start yelling at me for owning third generation games but still considering myself a real Pokemon gamer (*crickets*), I also own red and yellow for the original Gameboy. Yes, that was just me showing off. Not that I can say much, seeing as I own, completed and actually enjoyed Pokemon Ranger...even if it did kill my DS screen.
Last but certainly not least...
Today I bought a garlic infused Bernard Matthews smoked sausage. Speaking of, it's tea time. Ta ra!
Thursday 10 February 2011
Monday 7 February 2011
It's the 7th of February.
What's that I hear you screaming? It's Valentine's day in a week? I didn't notice!
I mean, c'mon, it's not like the fact is being shoved down our throats in the form of massively garish cardboard cut-outs in every single shop we step into. It's not like it slaps us in the face with every loved-up couple we meet. It's not like the adverts on every site we go on are screaming "YOU PEOPLE IN COUPLES, HERE'S A SPECIAL DAY FOR YOU!".
If that were happening, I totally would know that a week today will be my very first Valentine's Day.
Two things I need to address in that statement.
I mean, c'mon, it's not like the fact is being shoved down our throats in the form of massively garish cardboard cut-outs in every single shop we step into. It's not like it slaps us in the face with every loved-up couple we meet. It's not like the adverts on every site we go on are screaming "YOU PEOPLE IN COUPLES, HERE'S A SPECIAL DAY FOR YOU!".
If that were happening, I totally would know that a week today will be my very first Valentine's Day.
Two things I need to address in that statement.
1. I'm aware I wrote that first paragraph like a frustrated single person.
2. I'm aware that I, at 18, am only just experiencing my first Valentine's day.
As for the first thing, this is kinda to be expected seeing as I have spent the first 17 Valentine's days of my life as a frustrated singleton. Hell, I even bought the CD:
People who read this may be surprised I cared, because I'm not one for feeling sorry for myself and bubbling on about how "nobody wants me" and "I feel so lonely because I can't possibly have fulfillment in life without an other half". I have never been the type whose life revolves around who I am going out with, who I like, whose life comes to a halt whenever I'm single. THAT is why I resented Valentine's day. That insinuation that those who are in a relationship are automatically happier than those who are not. I resented the fact that a psychologist wrote an article stating that women who say they are happy being single are lying.
I for one, was a very happy singleton. I enjoyed being alone. Sure, it meant the inevitable "gooseberry" syndrome, which can be truly soul destroying, but I am an example of a person who was genuinely happy being single.
Now, that in no way means I don't enjoy being in a relationship, that's not the point of this blog. Now, I'm experiencing Valentine's day while actually having someone to celebrate it with. I STILL resent the fact that the day seems to represent a kick in the teeth for all single people, however I do have one message for anyone who will be spending this year single.
Valentine's day is not everything it's cracked up to be.
Now, don't get me wrong, I think it's fantastic that couples will take a day out to show their other half how much they care and appreciate them. I am absolutely certain I'm going to enjoy the actual day, since I have found myself someone truly amazing to spend it with... (all together now, "N'YAWWWW!") but all those adverts you see of couples sharing cards and luxury meals together and the cardboard cutouts of happy couples sure don't get across the sense of panic and pressure to get everything right. Maybe that's just because of my lack of experience. Does it get easier every time?
Start with the card. D'you know how difficult it is to find one without the L word? Now, I am not against the word, but for those fresh into a relationship it's not the sort of thing you're looking for. With a card, it's easy to come off too strong. At the same time, if you get a card too lighthearted and your other half gets a serious one, you've managed to make them look a twat and/or make them think you're not serious about the relationship. You have to get it just right.
Which is why I went to moonpig.com. I can't endorse this site enough. Mainly because I got a card that is very "me". Not a soppy, romantic, cutesy thing, because that is definitely not me.
Now with the present. Again, in a fresh new relationship, this is more difficult, especially if your other half refuses to cooperate and won't give you hints (looking at you, Iain). Do you spend lots and risk showing them up when they've gone the chocolates-and-a-sweet-card route? Or do you risk spending a little, and feeling a wee bit shite when they've gone the whole hog for you? Also, what do you get? I for one was stumped. Completely. I was told "socks is the desperate, last minute thing 'cause it reeks of desperation and last minute" and "a personalised gift is always nice". I was asked "what does he like?" and "Is there anything you both share as an interest?". Most of these drew blanks from me.
As it stands, one of the things I was asked triggered a brain wave. I won't say what, or what I ended up on, because said amazing someone may read this later, and he's not getting any more clues.
To be fair, there is a sense of exhiliration once you have that brainwave, similar to when you get someone a truly awesome Christmas or birthday present and it's great fun to tease them, and try not to spill what it is because you're so excited about it. At least, that's how I react when I get a super awesome present for someone.
So to sum up. I don't hate Valentine's day, I hate the connotations it has and the implications it has for single people (not that they're complete victims, there are some who seem to use Valentine's as an excuse to be miserable but they're not common). I am truly looking forward to my first Valentine's with Iain. For the record however, some couples truly are insufferable. Not naming names of course. We'll call them Supermandrew and Dearest Lois Lannah.
That's all for now, seeya in a month.
Or so.
Or just whenever I next blog...
Or so.
Or just whenever I next blog...
Wednesday 19 January 2011
Progress so far.
Hold on while I open up my last post in another tab, I'm pretty sure there were some resolutions in it...
AH HA. There is, and I sectioned it, how helpful.
Uni:
I'm not back yet. So I can't really comment. I did pass geography, as I found out recently though. So I did pass this semester, fairly well, and don't need to resit anything. How I passed I'll never know, but I'm certainly not complaining.
Lifestyle:
I've been searching for jobs in Stirling. There aren't many, and I'm not being picky. It is such a shame that there is a job in McDonalds that looks taylor made for my needs. I just don't want to do that again. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with working at McDonalds. Some colleagues might say I'm only saying that not to piss off people who work there, but I genuinely am quite happy working there. It's not the best, but I could do so much worse. So I count my blessings that I got experience that'll look good on my CV somewhere I actually enjoyed. I just want something different.
Oh and turns out I'm now fully qualified to ride a 125cc, and I have all the gear. All I need now is a bike and insurance. Along with that I need that steady income for petrol.
Home:
Haven't gotten rid of me yet. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
So as of yet, bit of a fail on the resolutions thing. But I have done a fairly major thing...
I totally rode a 125cc. Got my confidence, and a sheet of paper that lets me drive one. No pillion passengers though, so if I turn up at a party/meet up/anywhere with said bike, I don't care how much you bitch, moan and whine, you will NOT get a lift ANYWHERE. Oh and no-one gets "a shot" either. So don't bitch, moan, or whine about that either. My motorcycle will be my baby, thus noone gets to ride it, that's paedophelia and rape. Clear? Good.
All done. G'NIGHT!
AH HA. There is, and I sectioned it, how helpful.
Uni:
I'm not back yet. So I can't really comment. I did pass geography, as I found out recently though. So I did pass this semester, fairly well, and don't need to resit anything. How I passed I'll never know, but I'm certainly not complaining.
Lifestyle:
I've been searching for jobs in Stirling. There aren't many, and I'm not being picky. It is such a shame that there is a job in McDonalds that looks taylor made for my needs. I just don't want to do that again. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with working at McDonalds. Some colleagues might say I'm only saying that not to piss off people who work there, but I genuinely am quite happy working there. It's not the best, but I could do so much worse. So I count my blessings that I got experience that'll look good on my CV somewhere I actually enjoyed. I just want something different.
Oh and turns out I'm now fully qualified to ride a 125cc, and I have all the gear. All I need now is a bike and insurance. Along with that I need that steady income for petrol.
Home:
Haven't gotten rid of me yet. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
So as of yet, bit of a fail on the resolutions thing. But I have done a fairly major thing...
I totally rode a 125cc. Got my confidence, and a sheet of paper that lets me drive one. No pillion passengers though, so if I turn up at a party/meet up/anywhere with said bike, I don't care how much you bitch, moan and whine, you will NOT get a lift ANYWHERE. Oh and no-one gets "a shot" either. So don't bitch, moan, or whine about that either. My motorcycle will be my baby, thus noone gets to ride it, that's paedophelia and rape. Clear? Good.
All done. G'NIGHT!
Tuesday 4 January 2011
"BLOG ABOUT PHAPPING!"
I love how that has caught on thanks to me.
...not blogging about phapping. Spelling it with a ph instead of an f.
So yeah, I mentioned I was writing a blog, and I was told to blog about phapping. He then finished that request with "I need something to fap to anyways".
It's nice to see I have some passionate readers.
So basically, "phapping" came about when I felt like the word "fapping" was coming up in conversation so much I needed to change it up a bit. There. Y'happy?
SO. We've had the obligatory pre-new year reflection. So what now?
It's 2011. Let's reflect on the last few days.
I've drank. A lot. Well, okay, in "typical teenager" terms maybe I haven't. However, I considered myself the very occasional binge drinker. I didn't drink often, but when I did it tended to be at a party which didn't happen often due to a lack of venue and generally all of us never having money at the same time. But so far, since turning 18, I have not had a single day without alcohol. On the first, I was clearly drinking, even if between 12am and 5am. On the second, I got taken to the pub. Alannah and I got rather drunk indeed. Then the third, fair enough it was only a glass of cider. And today, some gratuitous smirnoff ice at the cinema. Just because I was trying to get someone to I.D me (they didn't). Oh well.
That's about it for the last few days actually. My bad. x3
On a completely different note I've been on a torture device site tonight. Expect a blog about this later. However, I did see this: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/the-torture-device-coloring-book/550889.
Late birthday present, anyone?
Bye for now.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
...not blogging about phapping. Spelling it with a ph instead of an f.
So yeah, I mentioned I was writing a blog, and I was told to blog about phapping. He then finished that request with "I need something to fap to anyways".
It's nice to see I have some passionate readers.
So basically, "phapping" came about when I felt like the word "fapping" was coming up in conversation so much I needed to change it up a bit. There. Y'happy?
SO. We've had the obligatory pre-new year reflection. So what now?
It's 2011. Let's reflect on the last few days.
I've drank. A lot. Well, okay, in "typical teenager" terms maybe I haven't. However, I considered myself the very occasional binge drinker. I didn't drink often, but when I did it tended to be at a party which didn't happen often due to a lack of venue and generally all of us never having money at the same time. But so far, since turning 18, I have not had a single day without alcohol. On the first, I was clearly drinking, even if between 12am and 5am. On the second, I got taken to the pub. Alannah and I got rather drunk indeed. Then the third, fair enough it was only a glass of cider. And today, some gratuitous smirnoff ice at the cinema. Just because I was trying to get someone to I.D me (they didn't). Oh well.
That's about it for the last few days actually. My bad. x3
On a completely different note I've been on a torture device site tonight. Expect a blog about this later. However, I did see this: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/the-torture-device-coloring-book/550889.
Late birthday present, anyone?
Bye for now.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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