...will not be appearing in this post because they would all be eclipsed by the fact that TOM PROPOSED TO ME!!!!!
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Monday, 9 June 2008
RIP Fizzy
RIP Fizzy Lara Dunn-Love, who died so fast I didn't even have time to blog on her.
Let me explain. A week ago last friday, I came home from work (and a couple of JDs at the 'lope) to find that T had bought me two goldfish as a surprise. We called them Jelly and Fizzy.
They were fine at first, but then we noticed that Jelly was getting big and fat while Fizzy looked depressed and wasn't swimming a lot. This got worse and worse, even when we cleaned her water and fed her different foods.
Yesterday, I went to pour a drink for me and T and saw she was hiding in her usual place, behind a rock at the bottom of the tank. On further inspection, I noticed she wasn't moving her fins and realised she was dead.
Watching T remove her body with a spatula and hearing him flush her down the toilet was one of the saddest things I ever witnessed. Jelly seems really distressed without his friend. The trouble is, we named him Jelly after my grandfather, who has the same nickname because he's fat. Jelly seems to have lived up to this name by always eating and not letting Fizzy get any food. We're going to get him another fish today (so he doesn't get used to being alone), and give it a more butch namesake this time; Bender.
Let me explain. A week ago last friday, I came home from work (and a couple of JDs at the 'lope) to find that T had bought me two goldfish as a surprise. We called them Jelly and Fizzy.
They were fine at first, but then we noticed that Jelly was getting big and fat while Fizzy looked depressed and wasn't swimming a lot. This got worse and worse, even when we cleaned her water and fed her different foods.
Yesterday, I went to pour a drink for me and T and saw she was hiding in her usual place, behind a rock at the bottom of the tank. On further inspection, I noticed she wasn't moving her fins and realised she was dead.
Watching T remove her body with a spatula and hearing him flush her down the toilet was one of the saddest things I ever witnessed. Jelly seems really distressed without his friend. The trouble is, we named him Jelly after my grandfather, who has the same nickname because he's fat. Jelly seems to have lived up to this name by always eating and not letting Fizzy get any food. We're going to get him another fish today (so he doesn't get used to being alone), and give it a more butch namesake this time; Bender.
Friday, 16 May 2008
A Wii Whine
Yesterday, I found myself captivated by the idea of taking a BSc in Midwifery, which was being advertised outside Tesco. Today, I was staring longingly at the uniform of a policeman who came into work to investigate a shoplifting. I'm starting to think it was a mistake going to university in the first place.
Some days, I want to draw things. Some days, I want to program things. Some days, I long to deliver babies and work with expectant mothers, and other days I wish I'd just joined the police force like I've wanted to do for the past five years (I actually went in there on my 18th birthday, but they'd run out of forms).
And some days, I just think, why bother...I'll probably end up at home looking after the children anyway. I know this isn't the right-on, feminist attitude to have, but I can barely stand working a 20-hour-week now...how would I cope having to work full-time and come home to look after my babies as well? Anyway, I don't want to spend £9,000 just to give up my career and become a full-time mother halfway through.
At the moment, I think I'd like to be an image editor. Which may or may not be a post I just made up.
And the post title? Tomorrow, we're getting a Wii! And I wanted to combine the two ideas. I'd not actually whining about the Wii, and I haven't mispelled a Scottish colloquial.
Some days, I want to draw things. Some days, I want to program things. Some days, I long to deliver babies and work with expectant mothers, and other days I wish I'd just joined the police force like I've wanted to do for the past five years (I actually went in there on my 18th birthday, but they'd run out of forms).
And some days, I just think, why bother...I'll probably end up at home looking after the children anyway. I know this isn't the right-on, feminist attitude to have, but I can barely stand working a 20-hour-week now...how would I cope having to work full-time and come home to look after my babies as well? Anyway, I don't want to spend £9,000 just to give up my career and become a full-time mother halfway through.
At the moment, I think I'd like to be an image editor. Which may or may not be a post I just made up.
And the post title? Tomorrow, we're getting a Wii! And I wanted to combine the two ideas. I'd not actually whining about the Wii, and I haven't mispelled a Scottish colloquial.
Monday, 12 May 2008
I'm Free!
How good it feels to come on the computer and not feel guilty that I'm not doing coursework. Today, I went to UEL and handed in all four pieces that I've been working on for the last few weeks...I'm finished at last!
Handing in the coursework took minutes. I could have left the uni then, but no; I had an important mission. UEL gives students a bursary, but it can only be spent in their on-campus bookshop (or something stupid like that). I've been using it to top up my oyster card (seeing as it was costing me about £20 every week), but now I was leaving, never to return. I had to spend the rest NOW.
Firstly, I topped up mine and T's oyster cards to the maximum, £90 each. The lovely lady working there (seriously, she makes the rest of us sales assistants look rubbish) informed me I had £150 left to waste. So, I slowly began touring the shelves, studying what was up for offer, and eventually picked four books; a software engineering book (for T), two photoshop guides and a book about the Japanese culture craze in America (slightly random, but it mentions Grave of the Fireflies according to the index). I took these to the till to be totalled up; I still had £70 left.
In the next trip, I bought four manga books, a novel about Jesus (it sounds funny) and a book on Chinese grammar (yes). Great, but I still had £15 yet. I finally managed to clear the card (and then some) with some stationary and another book about fertility medicines and the effect on motherhood. I left that shop with two tonnes of bookage and a happy heart.
In other news, it was the ball last weekend. Fun and frolics were had by all. I managed to curl my hair by myself and get ready on time! Wonders never cease.
Handing in the coursework took minutes. I could have left the uni then, but no; I had an important mission. UEL gives students a bursary, but it can only be spent in their on-campus bookshop (or something stupid like that). I've been using it to top up my oyster card (seeing as it was costing me about £20 every week), but now I was leaving, never to return. I had to spend the rest NOW.
Firstly, I topped up mine and T's oyster cards to the maximum, £90 each. The lovely lady working there (seriously, she makes the rest of us sales assistants look rubbish) informed me I had £150 left to waste. So, I slowly began touring the shelves, studying what was up for offer, and eventually picked four books; a software engineering book (for T), two photoshop guides and a book about the Japanese culture craze in America (slightly random, but it mentions Grave of the Fireflies according to the index). I took these to the till to be totalled up; I still had £70 left.
In the next trip, I bought four manga books, a novel about Jesus (it sounds funny) and a book on Chinese grammar (yes). Great, but I still had £15 yet. I finally managed to clear the card (and then some) with some stationary and another book about fertility medicines and the effect on motherhood. I left that shop with two tonnes of bookage and a happy heart.
In other news, it was the ball last weekend. Fun and frolics were had by all. I managed to curl my hair by myself and get ready on time! Wonders never cease.
Tuesday, 6 May 2008
Farewell UEL
Today, three things of note occurred. Firstly, I won the star letter prize in a women's magazine, when I wrote in with what was basically a thinly-veiled whinge that they were obsessed with having biological children and rarely presented adoption as an option for a family. It was reworded a little, but the basic jist got across; parenthood is not about DNA. This is a subject I feel very strongly about at the moment, although admittedly, I do sometimes doubt whether my opinions, as a non-parent, are actually that valid. Being said, having one parent who was adopted (albeit by their grandmother) and one parent who was fostered, I like to think I have some relevant experience.
But this is ranting intended for another post. The second thing that happened (and I'm recounting these in chronological order, btw) was that my trains were extremely delayed and hence-forth, come 9.20, I was still 40 minutes away from a lecture that started at half past. So I abandoned hopes of getting to uni on time and went to Moorgate to try and find the big New Look there. Sadly, I failed, but I'm glad I went to Moorgate; it's gorgeous. Full of great architecture and it looked amazing in the sunshine.
I then travelled to Covent Garden to buy some sweets from Cyber Candy. Well, it had to be done. I haven't been to a sweet-shop in at least a week! I bought two packets of chocolate-coated pretzels (why don't they sell these all over the UK any more?), some tiny sour candy beads and a can of Family Guy energy drink for T.
I received a pleasant surprise at uni when I was given a 'Good Luck' card, Game voucher and Lara Croft figurine from friends on my course. It was so kind of them! (and if you're reading this blog, you who will know who you are, once again, THANK YOU!). The Lara Croft figurine is currently on my computer desk, pointing her guns at T and the Game voucher is going towards a Wii.
The reason they decided to surprise me like this is because I've decided to switch to a different uni and course, so today was, effectively, my last day of learning there. It didn't really hit me until they gave me these gifts. I won't miss UEL (where they steal your rent money to erect pointless statues), but I'll really miss hanging out with friends I've made, and spending tuesday afternoons being fed and watching other people play Tekken.
But this is ranting intended for another post. The second thing that happened (and I'm recounting these in chronological order, btw) was that my trains were extremely delayed and hence-forth, come 9.20, I was still 40 minutes away from a lecture that started at half past. So I abandoned hopes of getting to uni on time and went to Moorgate to try and find the big New Look there. Sadly, I failed, but I'm glad I went to Moorgate; it's gorgeous. Full of great architecture and it looked amazing in the sunshine.
I then travelled to Covent Garden to buy some sweets from Cyber Candy. Well, it had to be done. I haven't been to a sweet-shop in at least a week! I bought two packets of chocolate-coated pretzels (why don't they sell these all over the UK any more?), some tiny sour candy beads and a can of Family Guy energy drink for T.
I received a pleasant surprise at uni when I was given a 'Good Luck' card, Game voucher and Lara Croft figurine from friends on my course. It was so kind of them! (and if you're reading this blog, you who will know who you are, once again, THANK YOU!). The Lara Croft figurine is currently on my computer desk, pointing her guns at T and the Game voucher is going towards a Wii.
The reason they decided to surprise me like this is because I've decided to switch to a different uni and course, so today was, effectively, my last day of learning there. It didn't really hit me until they gave me these gifts. I won't miss UEL (where they steal your rent money to erect pointless statues), but I'll really miss hanging out with friends I've made, and spending tuesday afternoons being fed and watching other people play Tekken.
Friday, 2 May 2008
I'm going to the ball as candy floss
I bought my ball dress today...from TKMaxx! Well, there's a first time for everything.
Mean old work wouldn't let me have the day off to go to London, so I had to make do with Hemel Hempstead. I was planning to buy this sweet little prom dress from Debenhams in either black or light blue, for £100, but surprise surprise, they didn't have my size. We looked all around Hemel and I was about to give up, but then I found this absolutely amazing dress, in TKMaxx, in my size!
Admittedly, when I got it down from the rail, me and T both did a bit of a double-take. It's certainly not subtle. It's shell-pink with polkadots in a slightly different shade, and the skirt is amazingly puffy, it has about three petticoats underneath. Also, the skirt is bunched up in places, so it looks kind of like something Jordan would wear to her wedding. But I don't care, it looks great when I put it on. And the theme of the ball is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, so at least I look the part...I'm going as candy floss. I'm thinking of buying a candy necklace to match.
Mean old work wouldn't let me have the day off to go to London, so I had to make do with Hemel Hempstead. I was planning to buy this sweet little prom dress from Debenhams in either black or light blue, for £100, but surprise surprise, they didn't have my size. We looked all around Hemel and I was about to give up, but then I found this absolutely amazing dress, in TKMaxx, in my size!
Admittedly, when I got it down from the rail, me and T both did a bit of a double-take. It's certainly not subtle. It's shell-pink with polkadots in a slightly different shade, and the skirt is amazingly puffy, it has about three petticoats underneath. Also, the skirt is bunched up in places, so it looks kind of like something Jordan would wear to her wedding. But I don't care, it looks great when I put it on. And the theme of the ball is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, so at least I look the part...I'm going as candy floss. I'm thinking of buying a candy necklace to match.
Monday, 28 April 2008
My canary, the atomic bomb
Another uni day, another load of admin idiocy. First I go to residential services for an update on my rent cheque...are they still going to send me a cheque? Is it still going to take them at least four weeks to actually write my name out on the paper and then a further four weeks to put it in an envelope and stick it in a postbox? I was given the usual reassuring answers ('I don't know') and was able to walk away safe in the knowledge that I would probably receive the money sometime within the next fifty years. I wonder if they actually think I'm an eccentric millionaire rather than, I don't know, a penniless student who has to work at least twenty hours a week to help keep herself, her boyfriend and her canary in food and bird grit?
Then, when I get home tonight, I find a letter from the uni informing me that I've missed two instances of a module and am thus failing in life. I cheekily modified the letter to reveal their true agenda (money), but I daren't post it back.
Yesterday, I discovered that I am still terrified of Public Information Films, to a point where I can't even read the wikipedia article regarding them if I'm alone in the house. I remember being terrified when they showed us one in year 5, about the horrors of mis-using electricity; as far as I can remember, causes of death including electricity boxes, pylons and those generator things you get dotted around suburbia. Yesterday, foolishly, I watched one circa the 1970's about what to do in a nuclear attack. Today, at about 6am, the creepy music they had at the start woke me from my sleep as it randomly decided to echo around my brain. In my sleepy state, I imagined an atomic blast was imminent, and nearly jumped out of bed when Peanut, my noisy canary, started screaming at us. Luckily, we weren't all about to die; the only problem was that he was slowly dehydrating because his waterbottle wasn't working.
Then, when I get home tonight, I find a letter from the uni informing me that I've missed two instances of a module and am thus failing in life. I cheekily modified the letter to reveal their true agenda (money), but I daren't post it back.
Yesterday, I discovered that I am still terrified of Public Information Films, to a point where I can't even read the wikipedia article regarding them if I'm alone in the house. I remember being terrified when they showed us one in year 5, about the horrors of mis-using electricity; as far as I can remember, causes of death including electricity boxes, pylons and those generator things you get dotted around suburbia. Yesterday, foolishly, I watched one circa the 1970's about what to do in a nuclear attack. Today, at about 6am, the creepy music they had at the start woke me from my sleep as it randomly decided to echo around my brain. In my sleepy state, I imagined an atomic blast was imminent, and nearly jumped out of bed when Peanut, my noisy canary, started screaming at us. Luckily, we weren't all about to die; the only problem was that he was slowly dehydrating because his waterbottle wasn't working.
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