| Back where I belong |
[Oct. 1st, 2006|03:43 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Cambridge | ] |
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| |  upbeat | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Suntrap, Show of Hands | ] |
Well, I'm back in Cambridge again; the sun might not be out, but at least it's stopped raining (and thundering... is there a word I'm forgetting here? Lightningening?) and I'm more or less unpacked. I've got my guitar amp pumping out... various music, though hopefully not too loud for anyone to hear, and my shoes are all sitting in front of the electric fire because I haven't worked out where to put them yet. My cereal's living just beneath the underwear drawer because whoever designed this room didn't seem to have heard of cupboards, but I have three comfy chairs this year so I'm happy.
I wonder who else is around... |
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| The morning after the night before |
[Jun. 20th, 2006|06:08 am] |
Well, I survived. Actually, I did a lot better than I'd expected; I pretty much walked straight away. I'm pretty pleased with how I played, too: once I got over the combination of early nerves and too much coffee which had me almost dropping my bow twice in the first tune, I played as well as can be expected for 4-5 in the morning and got some really punchy tunes in at times. The caller singled me out for praise, which is a nice boost for my ego (which usually gets a little flattened when I hang around all these fast-fingered fiddler types).
Of course, I ought to be really really proud of what I did tonight. Three years ago, I couldn't walk away from a one-hour orchestra session, and tonight was two hours from setting up to leaving, I put in a huge amount of energy and I walked right away afterwards. But sadly, I almost seem to be taking it for granted already - that's a pity.
The balls looked really good. Clare had a bridge bedecked with lights, and a really tall fountain rising beside it that looked really cool in the night-time light as I walked past on the way to Trinity.
Possibly the best instant of the entire session, though, was when I stepped outside afterwards into the cool, English, 6am air, and after the hot confines of great hall packed with dancers it felt heavenly for the first few moments.
Now, Wednesday, and King's. |
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| I'm still alive... |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|10:46 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Cambridge | ] |
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| | Fireworks. Loud, too. | ] |
May Week should be known as "Firework Season". It's a good thing I don't want to get any sleep tonight, because Trinity's fireworks sound awfully loud from inside Trinity. It doesn't help that they seem to be echoing around my courtyard.
Just to get you up to speed on everything, since my last post my birthday and exam season have both come and gone (I'm 20, yeah! I think I celebrated by scoring 20%...), and we're now into the post-term celebrations, called May Week for the endless train of May Balls.
I had to go home early last year (ill), so this is the first time I've been hear for May Week, and I must say I'm impressed. All over college - and most of the other colleges - people have been pitching tents, lugging lights around, and running all over the place with clipboards and/or walkie-talkies. I've spotted three bouncy castles on the King's lawn, and a helter-skelter at Trinity. The speaker system in the Great Hall consists of two speaker columns about 10 or 11 feet high, and the fireworks (yep, still going) look to be better than the official Cambridge ones for Guy Fawkes' Night.
As well as a chance to eat, drink and be merry (and empty your chequebook), May Week also gives a chance for all us budding performers to secure a captive audience. I'm playing tonight (at 4am) with the Ceilidh Band in Great Hall, which is how I know about those speakers - when the bodhran played in the sound check, the floor shook. I'm also part of the group accompanying the Fire Troupe (fireworks are over now. Oh well, there'll probably be some more to watch tomorrow, just as there were some outside yesterday), which has been chaotic - especially as Ed, the organiser, spent a week in hospital which he's only just returned from. There have been loads of last-minute rehearsals, but we're sounding pretty good now and I'm having a lot of fun. We're playing at King's, 12-1 and 3-4. Even better, King's have given us free tickets :D
So yeah, that's me. And endless round of parties and preparation, and between them I slink back to my room and lie in bed, because I still haven't completely recovered from the exams - physically I'm fine, but it still hurts to concentrate for more than five minutes at a time. It's better than last year (when, as I said, I had to come home early), but I'm still a little nervous about how I'm going to hold up tonight and on Wednesday. In the past, when I've tried to stay up all night I've failed rather painfully - but I haven't tried in a while.
More posts afterwards, I guess, to let you know how I got on. |
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| News in Brief |
[May. 14th, 2006|12:33 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | dreams, family, music | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Cambridge | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  late | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Bruce Springsteen - 20 minute concert clip | ] |
They've got a Bruce Springsteen video up on the Radio 2 website!
Ok, I'm guessing no-one else is interested, but I like him, and it gives me a chance to hear what his new folk style sounds like.
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Slightly worryingly (at least, if my sanity is any concern of yours) I think I had a dream recently about the Top of the Pops website. Where did that come from? Am I finally cracking? And how did I manage to think this really happened - to the extent where I spent half an hour hunting around the BBC website for confirmation that the Beautiful South and Tom Paxton were in the Uk top 5?!
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Seems my family will be coming down to Cambridge for the weekend of my birthday. That's nice - it's always good to see them again after a while. Now I just have to decide whether to go to a Terpsichore party after formal on the Saturday night: bearing in mind that I'm meeting them again on the Sunday morning...
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EDIT: Does playing with my maracas at 1 in the morning make me an antisocial person? I don't think anyone heard me -
- possibly because they're asleep, of course. |
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| Memeage! |
[May. 12th, 2006|11:55 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | music | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Cambridge | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  on | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | It Just Won't Quit - Meat Loaf | ] |
Stolen from Cassia:
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line(s) from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
( And here are mine ) |
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| Ugh! and... stuff. |
[May. 12th, 2006|10:25 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | cambridge, random | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Cambridge | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The Blind Fiddler - Show of Hands / Zadok the Pries - Handel | ] |
I just found a wasp in my cup of coffee!
I have to assume it flew into my kettle at some point (I have a habit of leaving water in there) and drowned, as it certainly didn't get into my mug while it was cooling down. It would be first wasp I've ever seen in my room, but I guess that goes however it got there...
Anyway, I was just drinking my coffee, and I was onto that last bit near the bottom (where it's colder than you'd like by now so you just gulp it all down), when suddenly I saw this dead wasp curled up in the bottom. Naturally I spat my mouthful out, at the thought of little bits of wasp floating around in it... I just felt I wanted to get that off my chest. Sorry if the vagaries of time zones have any of you about to eat tea when you read this.
The rest of the day, well, it's been much like the rest of this week. Revision is in full flow, and I've succumbed. Lectures in the morning, work for an hour or two, late-afternoon nap, more work. Every now and then (ok, every day or two) go drop in on some friends. This morning was work.
This afternoon, though, well - I've been holding up well enough, which I'm pleased with, no major incidents since that afternoon in Cuba, and it's to be expected on holiday. But a week of more-or-less solid work is enough for most people, let alone me, so I wandered around a bit and let my mind recover.
I still miss the hills, but Cambridge has grown on me. The flowers are looking good - of course they are, it's May - and the old buildings of the town centre are beginning to attract memories. There's the blind man's map, for example, which actually did save me when I got lost once (yes, I've been lost on King's Parade), and the then-dissembling stalls of Market Square, where I queued in the rain for the Lib Dem rally. There's the big spread tree just before King's, which used to make me smile every day on the way to lectures; and there are all the glorius side-streets between the fudge shop and Christ's. More places too, but it would take too long to go through them...
The town looks pretty with a layer of memories on top. Mmm, layer cakes... at least my mind seems to have recovered, it it's up to going off on tangents again. Perhaps it's time to go back to work. |
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| I'm Back! |
[Apr. 22nd, 2006|08:20 pm] |
Well, back in Cambridge now, and life certainly moves more quickly these days than it used to. It's nice that I'm able to keep up with that pace now, as well...
Up at 6 (accident, not design), surf the web, say goodbye to brother (as he went off to school), then pack, same as usual yada yada; head off in the car just gone ten, listening to I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again from the old cassetes. It's been so long since I last listened to them, I'd actually forgotten some of the jokes :). Quick switchback on a dual carriageway to avoid traffic - thankfully the suspension coped with our luggage, we were a little worried about bottoming out on the divider - lunch at a pub called The Red Lion in Bassingbourn cum Kneesworth (they're seperate on the map), which has a simple menu but tastes really good. Into Cambridge some time in the early afternoon, I unpacked a few small crates I needed to send back and served my dad a coffee. Or was it tea?
He'd not been gone ten minutes (time which I used to wash the Cuban sand off my sandals) before my 'phone chirped, telling me about a missed call that morning, though why it waited that long to tell me I've no idea. Returning the call earnt me an invite to a picnic down by the mill, which had more or less finished by the time I arrived - but that suited me just fine, as it meant we were onto the strawberries and pinapple. The pinapple was really good, actually; fresh from the market, I'd guess.
We sat around, I guess I was there two hours or near enough; I played a bit on the jembo, was surprised to see people sitting up and nodding their heads even when I played solo. One girl even got up and did a slow dance to me, but I think I'll have to give the pubs credit for that one (though the drinks didn't show in her dancing). Still, a triumph for my bit-part jembo drumming (how do you spell that, anyway? I'm just guessing).
We also got some tips on finding gigs, and had a couple of guys who seem to be involved in the music scene somehow get interested - not exactly sure how, the coffee was starting to take effect by then and I was becoming increasingly out of it. Still, we drummed along to a bit of guitarwork from some friends of theirs, and then I excused myself and came back home. Yes, this silly little room feels like home to me. That's nice.
Now I've chilled out through tea, got my focus back, found a little new music I like (Tunnel, linked, we're covering; I quite like If This Ain't Love, too) - and I'm killing time for another five minutes or so, before I go to the bar. Time enough for one more play-through of Tunnel, I think.
Alex |
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| Wishing I could help |
[Apr. 20th, 2006|11:39 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | holiday, home | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Zadok the Priest - Handel | ] |
If ever I think that I have problems working, I just have to come home and look at my sister. Like me, she's fine once she gets going, but that first place to start is so tricky. Unlike me, this applies more than anything else to coursework.
This afternoon we got a 'phone call from her school, telling us that her Bio coursework was due tomorrow and she had something like 2/16 on the second half of it. She needs a B... she just couldn't (wouldn't? has never been shown how to?) work out the mark scheme - the analysis/conclusion for her project read "and so my hypothesis is correct".
So anyway, I spent the evening helping her and trying to fend off our mother, and she soon got going and we produced something acceptable - at least, it made sense, the grammar was good, and we'd ticked all the boxes. Certainly a lot of the ideas came from her; after all, I didn't even finish GCSE, so they jolly well needed to. It was clear that she could have done it herself, but clear at the same time that she couldn't: she just didn't know how to work.
Near the end of the evening, she asked me for help on her other two courseworks (hello, exam term already), at which point I reminded her that I was leaving on Saturday so that was pretty much a "no". I guess the point of all this rambling is that I know I can make a difference, indeed have, which is great, but I also know that I can't, because I won't be there, and I needed to get that of my chest. Because it makes me feel sad, not being able to help my sister more.
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In other news, Cuba was nice. I got back from holiday about a week and a half ago, complete with the beginnings of a tan and the kind of weight gain that makes me glad I don't weigh myself much. Cross three buffet meals with excellent omlettes and pancakes and a fry-up at breakfast, a grill at lunch and tea and an even bigger one at dinner, some nice snacky cakes, new fruits I hadn't eaten before (perhaps I should find out the names) - oh, wait, my stomach's rumbling, I think I'll stop there. Just cross that with a mere six or seven hours' activity a day and trust me, you gain weight. But it was fun :) |
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| Don't be put off by the cover, there's actually a book inside... |
[Jan. 28th, 2006|01:48 am] |
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| | Waiting for the tennis... | ] |
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| | Merry XMas Everybody | ] |
If anyone's desperate for a read right now, you could do a lot worse than Geraldine McCaughrean's adaptation of Cyrano. You may well have heard of the authour (at least, the sleeve claims she's famous) - you're missing out if you haven't heard the story, because the largely fictitious tale of Cyrano de Bergerac - the real man was a duelist, soldier, playwright plagarised by Moliere, nationally renowned pacifist, philospher, and scientist who wrote a book on how to get to the moon, including a method that actually worked, all in the 17th century - is quite possibly my favourite.
The book itself is well-written, and indeed in terms of prose it's the best translation I've found (of 4), including the French original. I do find myself missing the rhymes of Fry, though, particularly the sword-fight in the theatre, the 'nose' scene where Cyrano and Christian meet, and the final scene. I must dig that book out and read it when I get home... so anyway, great translation but it's all in prose, which takes away half the fun. Still, I heartily recommend it.
Now I just have to read the Burgess version, and see what that one is like... |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 23rd, 2005|11:42 pm] |
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| |  smiling | ] |
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| | Mud on the Tires, Brad Paisley;Thank you for the Music, Abba | ] |
Well, the end of term seems to have crept up on me out of nowhere, and I know exactly why that is: it's the first time I've actually been well in the second half of a Cambridge term (well, for bits of it anyway...) - so I've been having fun.
Reasons aside, it means I'm left with term's end swiftly approaching, and a bulging store cupboard of food. Most might be my common fare of Weetabix, cheese sandwiches and fry-ups, but there are also the myriad bits that 'just had to be good for something'. So, like the Israelites before they left Egypt (am I talking myself up to much here?), I find myself scraping together every odd meal I can think of before I go. Except Weetabix and onions, because that would likely be sickening.
Today's discovery was that bacon and cranberries go surprisingly well together. It has it weaknesses in comparison with sausage and bacon - no sausage being the main one - but it went a good deal better than I expected, and I might try it again when I get home. The bacon was nothing to write home about, as I still haven't got the knack of cooking it on the silly electric rings they have in the kitchen on my floor, but cranberries fried in bacon juice with spring onions until they're nice and soft are really rather good.
As you might have guessed, I'm happy right now, I'm healthier than when I last wrote, and other than that my life hasn't really changed much. I still drink too much water, I still spend too much time resting, I've fallen back into the reading habit (a waste of time and money while at Cambridge, in my opinion, but I can't seem to stop), and I've made a few new friends. S'about it, really. Winter's started, along with autumn - how almost every leaf in the city managed to cling to its tree until the frosts came is beyond me - and in just a week and a half I'll be heading home to see what's been done to our garden, and help put up the new shed.
How are all of you? Good wishes,
Alex. |
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| Badminton |
[Oct. 26th, 2005|09:39 pm] |
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| |  triumphant | ] |
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| | Pray for the Fish, Randy Travis | ] |
My march towards fitness improves!
As an added bonus, the competitive side of me gets to smile for once.
I last played badminton two weeks ago; I edged my first match, and then staggered around dizzy for the remainder (I lost count), badly losing every one. Today, I won 6 of 7 against the same people (who also played last week), and had three match points in the one I lost - and all this despite only one, five minute break (after the match I lost).
Please forgive my boasting, but this pleases me. |
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| Devilishly snared... |
[Oct. 21st, 2005|10:56 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | sharpened | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Only the wind. | ] |
Finally cracked today and bought yet more books to read.
Curled up in bed with another Janny Wurts, Master of Whitestorm. Terribly disappointed. Didn't like the main character. Boring stories. Only twenty pages in - gave her the benefit of the doubt, and kept going.
Ninety pages. Main character still damnably impervious; suspension of disbelief becoming almost impossible. For some strange reason, can't put the book down.
Oh, look at the time...
Mid-way through the book. It's marvellous. Every other sentence a fresh smile cracks my lips, and the only thing that stops me giggling is the occasional gleeful cackle. I love these guys. Oh, and I'm beginning to think I got the characters mixed up...
Stopped reading before I burn my brains out; this book is turning me steadily hyper. I'll be back within half an hour, and if I don't stay up late finishing it off then I'll read the rest before /during/through lectures tomorrow. Janny's a genius - I don't know how I could ever doubt her.
I never thought a tale of a blacksmith and some other guy could be so compelling. Some other guy, though, is now incitingly recitient, whipping me up to still further efforts to wring his character from an almost unfair unwillingness to spill his soul on paper, and meanwhile, I'm bound heart and soul to the blacksmith, who feels more or less as I do.
Um... I guess I recommend this book. Haven't had this good a read in a long time - though it might also be because I can afford to read in long chunks by now. Aside from food, water and toilet breaks, and a brief stop at page 20, this is my first real pause.
Still better, for once it's a book where I can't wait to read it through a second time :D |
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| Hope at last! |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|11:06 pm] |
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| | optimistic | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Pray for the Fish, Randy Travis / Amazed, Lonestar | ] |
This last half-week has been fabulous.
Nothing's gone wrong. No morning have I woken up to pain, no night have I gone to bed in spasms or nearly fallen over walking to the door. Sure, I've still got headaches and random muscle pain, but at no point at all (bar a couple when I had to work for 3 hours in a row) have I flared up AT ALL.
Reading through this, that sounds really anti-climatic. Unimportant. But it's not - I really can't get across how excited I am by this. I have actually had several days in a row in which I have approached good health - and that is unprecedented since I've been ill. It's never happened before.
It's not as if I've just sat around, either. Work has finally started, and I've done it. Lectures I've been to, with the exception of this morning's when I overslept, and I've faced the hot, noisy, stifling room. Today, I went to Ceilidh band, and I wasn't exhausted afterwards. I didn't have to leave the room halfway through to get some fresh air and some peace. Instead, well, I acted like everyone else. I played a bit, chatted a bit, and though I didn't want to push my luck by going off and drinking with them: I felt fine.
Like I said before, there's no way I can express to someone who hasn't seen the same kind of thing just how much this means to me. My life has been built around the knowledge that no matter what I do, things are going to go wrong.
For several days, things have only gone right.
If, in a week's time, I still feel the same way: I'll be very pleased. Let's just leave it at that for now.
But, for the first time since I fell ill, I really do think that what the doctors have told me every month of my illness could be true:
I might be better by Christmas.
That would be so good.....................x |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 17th, 2005|11:36 pm] |
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| | amused | ] |
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| | Three Wooden Crosses, Above All - Randy Travis | ] |
Today, two of my greatest obsessions acted in concert.
I must have looked pretty silly, sprawled turning and writhing on the floor, trying industriously to drag my eye-level still lower, and craning my neck 'round all the obstacles that end up cluttering a student's floor. My eyes were desperately trying to switch from page-white to shadow-black, and so could do little to warn my legs of the table... and all the while my foremost thought was to keep my headphones from tangling themselves.
Having declined to turn on the main light mainly because that would mean removing the 'phones, and instead enduring almost 4:23 of head-nodding, foot-banging search, I eventually found my bottle-top (somewhat inexplicably) beneath one of my slippers - when did I last wear that, anyway? Possibly one of my hands was cold as I went to bed last night... that would seem like me.
Next time, I might try either pausing the music or going without a bottle to throw for a few minutes. I might not run out of arm trying to grab a swig half-way through my hunt, and instead knock the clearly-open bottle sideways. And I might equally change my name to someone else's, and end up sane.
On second thoughts, that sounds boring. Instead I'm off to bed - let's see if I can tally up four crazy dreams in only three nights (preferably without the oversleeping this time).
Music while I wrote this:
Randy Travis - several
Jimmy Wayne - I love you this much
The Corrs - Runaway.
Goodnight! :D (High on music!) |
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| Happiness |
[Oct. 11th, 2005|10:00 pm] |
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| | Bursting | ] |
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| | Bad Day - Daniel Powter | ] |
Jonny drew with me at Draughts! I'm so proud **squee**.
Life is good otherwise, too. All nice :) Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Possible post later in a less euphoric state... |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2005|06:13 pm] |
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| | living | ] |
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| | Lonely no more - Rob Thomas | ] |
Hey! Not much to post today, just that this week has been really amazing for me; not for any particular reason, though. I've just finally got some space.
A few months this summer, I'm an accountant with Tenon (yeah, an accountancy firm; I'm guessing you haven't heard of it, seeing as as far as I know, no-one on my friends list has an investment portfolio or runs a corporate pension scheme). I drive in in the morning - the train times have changed since last year - singing to myself, and I must say my voice has improved from the depths of neglect in which I found it at the beginning of this summer. Every now and then, I listen to the radio, and sing along with all the songs I've never heard a few beats after the artist. My early morning bias is at last returning, after three years of wakening ponderous and turgid.
If I fail to wake up, the others at the office - especially Carolyn - ply me with coffee, although most days I refuse and stick to water. Everyone else seems vaguely amused that I only drink coffee for the caffine (well, mainly), and thankfully I don't think they've noticed that on receiving it I sip rabidly and desperatly at its fumes until the moment it becomes cool enough to drink; then I guzzle it.
The work itself is fun, and challenging, but I doubt there's much point in my trying to explain it. One major part of my job, working papers for the pension accounts, reminds me of nothing more than a convoluted Sudoku - having said which, I seldom feel like playing Sudoku. Perhaps it's a bad analogy.
For my lunch hour, as I may have said before,
CUT - I'll post the rest later. Right now, my parents have finally relented and allowed a Chinese meal, so I think I'll just go and pick my choices. Hope you're all well! |
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| Wheeeeeee!!! |
[Jun. 30th, 2005|12:51 pm] |
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| | quixotic | ] |
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| | The Marvellous Toy - Tom Paxton | ] |
Hi! Quick update, as I've got to be off soon and post a cheque for the CUCB tour of the channel islands - should be v. fun indeed.
I know I haven't posted very much lately, but I assure you I'm very much happy and only a little busy; life's still crazy, but I suspect I may be causing some of it on purpose (was it really necessary to break into my house last night by climbing in through my sister's (upstairs) bedroom window?). I've found new times to relax, I've got some fun, cahllenging and varied work which is nonetheless considerably easier than university, and I get to see my brother.
Meant to give a proper update last night, but my internet (yes, my laptop is finally connected at home) cut out, so here I am at the library again. My grand plans for a daily post have been foiled by a large number of interesting books placed between the computers and the door, but I made it through today (I finished a book first, though). Will try again this evening, if I feel like it. I'll try to feel like it when it's just me&Jo at home, she'll be watching TV so I'll have nothing better to do.
Nyway (said very exasperatedly), I'm still a rambler, so I must/will/can't shut up very extravagantlyX extremely right now, and go off to get a new key cut. I'll go now.
Bye! :D |
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| A Meme, of all things |
[Jun. 11th, 2005|11:23 am] |
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| |  dazed/dizzy | ] |
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| | Silence, apart from the computer which is loud enough. | ] |
So if you for some reason want an insight into my character, just note that I'm posting again not because I've got something interesting to say, but because somebody asked me to. I tend to do what I'm asked.
If you really want another one, then these are some ways I ( relax ). |
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| "There", by Mary Coleridge. What a wonderful world we live in :) |
[May. 8th, 2005|11:49 am] |
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| | adoring | ] |
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| | My Lover Is - Chris de Burgh | ] |
There, in that other world, what waits for me?
What shall I find after that other birth?
No stormy, tossing, foaming, smiling sea,
But a new earth.
No sun to mark the changing of the days,
No slow, soft falling of the alternate night,
No moon, no star, no light upon my ways,
Only the Light.
No grey cathedral, wide and wondrous fair,
That I may tread where all my fathers trod.
Nay, nay, my soul, no house of God is there,
But only God. |
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