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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