What a generic title. I'm ever so slightly ashamed of myself, titles aren't supposed to have anything to do with my blog, or give a hint at what they're about, what is this bullshit? Oh well, I'll come up with something super creative for the next one to make up for it.
So this Valentines was pretty much spent normally. What I did was irrelevant, but who I met was amazing, so this blog is going to be directed at them.
You, you wonderful person, are very close to me; someone I'm lucky to have. Over the past few weeks, months and years I've learned more and more about you, and all the while grown so much more secure with you.
You have a wonderful sense of humour - we laugh at the same stupid jokes over and over together, and make the same stupid puns (don't ask me to explain about the tree puns, or yew'll regret it. OH GOD N-). You can laugh at yourself as well as the bad stuff - hardship is always easier to get through with someone by your side, poking fun at the scary black smoke surrounding you. Best of all, I can be laughed at without feeling even slightly put upon.
A genuinely good human being. Not perfect - no-one is by moral standards. But it's the little imperfections that make you human. You're a good example of a humanity at it's best - open, caring, and most importantly - genuine. You're perfect to me.
D'you know what's really, really the best thing though? You're me. THAT'S RIGHT, I JUST SPENT MY VALENTINES POST APPRECIATING MYSELF. Because that's what people need to do sometimes. Single people and those in relationships alike need to take a step back and truly appreciate who they are, and stop thinking of themselves as a half to a whole, alone till they find that other half.
It doesn't have to be that way, and it shouldn't be that way. You (and this time, I'm speaking to you, my reader) are fantastic, because you're you. You don't need to be part of a pair to be defined. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
So, this has been my most srs fais post in a while. I like it.
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Thursday, 16 February 2012
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
LEAVE THE FUCKING FISH ALONE, TIQ.
It's my sister's 21st birthday! I wish her a wonderful birthday and many, many great presents. I am of course only writing that in there because if you read this and I didn't say it after mentioning her birthday, I'd seem a pretty shit sister. But no, I'm actually gonna BE there, making her birthday wonderful, and giving her an absolutely FABULOUS present.
It's also two weeks before the dreaded V-Day. I KNOW I'VE DONE THIS POST BEFORE. That was from the perspective of someone who'd been in a relationship for a month and therefore understandably squee-ful about the first Valentines day she'd ever had actually with someone. This time, from the perspective of someone who was in a relationship for a year, and is still healing.
So, now that I'm a bitter singleton, has my view on V-Day changed any? Too right it fucking has. What a bullshit commercialised holiday, designed to make single people feel shit. I mean, what the fuck?! Couples are ALREADY happy in their couples, so what the fuck gives them the right to rub it in our single faces and make us feel even MORE like shit? Seriously, we singletons should build an army and kill half of every fucking couple out there, THEN THEY'LL KNOW HOW IT FEELS.
Ah, ahhahahahahahahahahaha. Can't do it anymore. Though I have to admit, saying "fuck" that many times in one paragraph was oddly satisfying. No, my opinion hasn't changed a jot on the subject, I still think it's an overly commercialised excuse to pay attention to your relationship, and I still resent the fact that single people are completely ignored by the card companies for a day. Hey, we need some commercialising too, y'know! I should sell them my business plan. Pick a month, and make the 14th Singles Day. Print out 10 million cards, sell them all at £1-£6 (only the truly good friends will give their single friends an expensive card, they'll judge you if you don't, buy the expensive card!). PROFIT! It'll catch on, I tell ya.
So how will I be spending Valentines Day?
Why, sitting in my room traversing the wonders of the Mass Effect 3 demo with my wonderful Charlie Shepard, of course.
Who is infinitely sexy, by the way.
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It's also two weeks before the dreaded V-Day. I KNOW I'VE DONE THIS POST BEFORE. That was from the perspective of someone who'd been in a relationship for a month and therefore understandably squee-ful about the first Valentines day she'd ever had actually with someone. This time, from the perspective of someone who was in a relationship for a year, and is still healing.
So, now that I'm a bitter singleton, has my view on V-Day changed any? Too right it fucking has. What a bullshit commercialised holiday, designed to make single people feel shit. I mean, what the fuck?! Couples are ALREADY happy in their couples, so what the fuck gives them the right to rub it in our single faces and make us feel even MORE like shit? Seriously, we singletons should build an army and kill half of every fucking couple out there, THEN THEY'LL KNOW HOW IT FEELS.
Ah, ahhahahahahahahahahaha. Can't do it anymore. Though I have to admit, saying "fuck" that many times in one paragraph was oddly satisfying. No, my opinion hasn't changed a jot on the subject, I still think it's an overly commercialised excuse to pay attention to your relationship, and I still resent the fact that single people are completely ignored by the card companies for a day. Hey, we need some commercialising too, y'know! I should sell them my business plan. Pick a month, and make the 14th Singles Day. Print out 10 million cards, sell them all at £1-£6 (only the truly good friends will give their single friends an expensive card, they'll judge you if you don't, buy the expensive card!). PROFIT! It'll catch on, I tell ya.
So how will I be spending Valentines Day?
Why, sitting in my room traversing the wonders of the Mass Effect 3 demo with my wonderful Charlie Shepard, of course.
Who is infinitely sexy, by the way.
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Thursday, 17 November 2011
OH, ALSO.
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
It made me kinda happy. >:3
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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