Exams

I am sadly absent due to my exams. I will have many interetsing(ish) things to post once they are all over and done with.

Sorry guys!

Viva La Diva!!

Yes it was awesome. The day show was incredibly fun, walking about with Stacey looking at clothes (I bought a hat! Hooray for hats) and having Fish pedicures (which by the way was awesome). Something that I wasn’t entirely prepared for about those fish is how much they tickle when they’re nibbling away at your feet! The guy actually took a photo of me because I was laughing so much he thought it would make for good advertisement. It was a lot of fun.

The fashion show was a bit strange. Most of the models didn’t seem to know how to walk in heels, and it would appear that they were told to have no charisma at all! Still it was interesting to watch while my manicure dried. Honestly, I wouldn’t advise going to Tutta Bella for nails, they were pretty terrible. I also came away from the day with a BEAUTIFL pair of shoes. They are truly the most beautiful things that I’ve ever had on my feet. Real leather, nice heels, and only £10...I think it’s the best pair of shoes I’ve ever bought.



4" heels and I'm still tiny!!



The evening party was equally awesome. Corset, serious heels and a 50’s style swing dress, good friends and great music is really a recipe for one of the best nights ever. Admittedly after a good few hours the corset was getting slightly tighter than it could have. Still, it was worth it. I managed to find out that even in a corset and 4” heels I can get one foot up onto the bar, which was interesting! We also found out that I am totally incapable when it comes to swing dancing. I can still down a double of Jack Daniels no trouble though!

All in all, it was a good day. I met awesome people who I will hopefully be spending more time with soon enough, and had rather a lot of fun!

Back at college...when did THAT happen?

Having two weeks of blissful freedom has really driven home how much college sucks ass these days. I mean, I have to once again get up stupidly early, and ride through horrible traffic, to lessons which at this point are mostly useless, spending money I would really rather save, all in an attempt to pass a few exams to get me into Uni, where I will keep on working until I’m totally burned out, to move into a job which will consume the rest of my life. Now, like every other student out there I understand how very important university is. It’s the start of your future, and if I work hard now I will have a better life then and bla bla bla bla. Honestly? I would rather study at home, get to eat, sleep and pee whenever I want, and still (maybe) pass my exams and get to university life a lot further away from mental exhaustion. Sure I would have had less fun (debatable) and met less amazing people, but that doesn’t excuse college for the amount that it sucks.

Take today. Today is a Wednesday, nothing much really happens on a Wednesday because I only have one lesson, with a useless teacher, and only about 8 people ever actually turn up. That’s on a good day. It’s now gotten to the point of ‘revision lessons’ which means that we copy out of books while the teacher makes very little effort at all. Literally, for an hour and a half today, I stared at the same page full of statistics that she has never bothered explaining wondering why I had bothered getting out of bed. I learned nothing and when the lesson was up I went home. Is that productive? I think not. Nobody gets anything out of those lessons, and our exam results suffer from it. We all stressed about the Psych exam so much in January because half our lessons were spent learning nothing. I was lucky, and I did ok, but it might not have happened that way.

Tomorrow will be another strange and annoying day, because I will have from 3:30 till 6 doing nothing at all. I could go home, theoretically, but come on we all know how expensive petrol is and this broke ass student wants to buy a plane ticket to Maine this year! So, I wait about. But I’m not allowed to wait in the library unless I hide myself away, oh no, the library isn’t somewhere students are allowed to go to be quiet. What the hell is the deal with that? If I want to sit and read a book I have to play nice with the young curly librarian and hope he ignores me sitting between the German and French course books. It’s not like anybody needs to go down those shelves. If, however, I was part of a large group of people sat at the tables all doing no work at all, listening to music and watching videos on the internet being generally loud and disruptive, I would be able to stay there no problem. College, you really have got it backwards there. I want to be quiet in a Library, they are being noisy, and you try to throw ME out?

Summary? The early mornings suck, the lessons are mostly pointless, there is too much work, no time and it’s all getting really very stressful!

Adam's House, what an adventure!

I'm at Adam's house!

It was rather a trip to get here, rather than the normal traveling on the back of his bike, or even in his car, I decided to ride my own, small GS125 the 90 miles north. Adam decided to come and meet me, he wasn't entirely happy about me making the ride all the way on my own the first time. I'm not sure why really, I could have managed it, but I guess he worries about me.

For him, it's about a 2 hour trip from his house to mine on HIS bike. I knew that it would be rather a longer trip than that, but I had not been entirely prepared for just how long it would be. My dear old bike doesn't do much more then 55mph, 60 when I'm really going for it. With everything packed away safe in my top box we set out just after 10am. By half way I had realised what a foolish thing I had decided to do, I had been vibrated to within an inch of my life, I could feel neither my hands, nor my feet, and I was questioning whether my ass was even there anymore! It had been quite a lot of fun, but the difficulty of keeping such a rickety old bike at such a speed was wearing me out rather.

It was taking it's toll on my little bike as well. From that point on I think she was starting to get tired as well, she didn't like going up hills so much anymore, and 60 seemed much more of a struggle. By the time we had finally reached our destination she was close to giving in, she was making a terrible ticking noise and pulling away was much slower than she had been. I think she was as glad to stop as I was when we eventually made it to the house. That was yesterday. Today, after an oil top up and a quick clean she is still tapping. We don't think it's anything serious, and we're pretty sure that if I ask her nicely enough she will get me back to Home alright on Monday. I'll let you know how that goes.

For now I'm just relaxing somewhere different to home.

Googling yourself

This is a BAD idea. Just for fun I thought I would Google a regular user name of mine along with some key words. I didn’t think much would come of it, and I was curious. SO MUCH INFORMATION, like seriously, someone could stalk me with that. Well, it was only one forum that I’m currently a member of, but still. It’s a fair amount of information. From there anyone could get to my blog and see even more about me and my life and then to my twitter and they could see my friends and more than likely find out where I live and then they could come to kill me!

Ok, so maybe not that bad, I can’t think of why someone would want to kill me really. I’ve pissed a few people off in life, but never THAT much. It’s still a little bit of a sobering thought though that anyone could find me so easily. All the information I got came from a couple of minutes looking, if a person was to actually want to spend some time looking god only knows what they could possibly find out. I’m not saying that I’m going to paranoia out and delete everything that links me to the internet, because...well...I like the internet. I am, however, going to be rather more aware of how easy I am to find.

I know I said it was a bad idea, and it will be slightly scary, but type your name / username into Google sometime along with some random words like ‘writing’ or ‘blog’ or  anything really, just see what comes up. I’ll bet it will be more than you might imagine.

Music

So, like a lot of people out there in the world I really struggle with the question ‘what kind of music do you listen to?’ because honestly the answer is I’ll listen to most things. I find, increasingly, that people don’t like a lot of music. In fact their tastes are rather limited. This isn’t a good thing as far as I’m concerned. Sure everybody has particular songs that they don’t like listening to, myself included, but I think discounting a whole genre of music is frankly foolish. Only when somebody has listened to every single song in that genre, and wholly disliked every single one of those songs can they definitely say that they do not like listening to that music style. Until then, I really think that we should keep our minds a little more open.

So far I’ve not found myself disliking any genre as a whole. I like everything. For example, I really like the old classic rock. I was taken to see Thin Lizzy for my 18^th birthday, and that was awesome. It’s the music I grew up with.

I’ve been playing piano a lot of years, which has given me a love and respect for classical music.

I also enjoyed going out into town recently and dancing away to the new club hits, most of which I didn’t know the names of. When the opportunity arises, I thoroughly enjoy going to see folk singers like Maddy Prior and Steeleye Span.

Since I’ve been belly dancing I have listened to a lot more of the Arabic style music and again, I’ve really liked it.

 Music is something that is totally subjective, we all like and dislike different things, but I still don’t think it’s worth hating a whole style of music because there’s one or two songs you don’t like.

As much as I do like most music, there are some things that I really can’t stand listening to. Not whole genres, just songs. Umbrella is a song that I simply cannot stand, not because it was on the radio so often when it first came out, but because I find it a musically lacking, lyrically strained tedious load of crap. Sorry if you like it, you go on liking it, just don’t make me listen to it. 

 I’m equally not a fan of the later Michal Jackson works. Somewhere along the line I think he just something and his music reflects that. This one especially. I don't know why exactly, I just can't stand it.

I don’t like Sean Kingston’s beautiful girls mostly because it pretty much stole the bass line from Ben E King’s Stand By Me, which was an amazing song.

I like rock, but I don’t like any of this screamy crap. “Singing” like that will destroy your vocal chords eventually, and until it does that we’re all stuck being subjected to the torment of that travesty trying to call itself music. I’m not even going to apologise to anyone who likes that stuff. Nor will I have it on my blog.

So there’s a little insight into my musical head. It’s a very little one, going through everything I listen to would take hours, and it would get boring really fast.

Men are just idiots.

Another rant on its way. Just to warn you all now.

Firstly I should say that I am not generalising this to ALL men. There are lots of them out there, I’m sure, that are wonderfully lovely (I’m dating one of them, hooray for me) but most of them just seem to be dicks. They don’t think with their big brain and they seem to understand nothing at all when it comes to us women. A good example comes when a woman says ‘I’m fine’ in that tone we all know; most other women are sucking air through their teeth like a shifty mechanic, but the man will just say ‘okay’ and assume he’s no longer in the crap. Good tip for you men: you’re always in it, only the depth varies.

One particular man is sparking my annoyance at the moment. He was a fairly good friend, though I never fully trusted him, but a good enough friend that I thought it would be a good idea to introduce him to one of my other friends. The woman in question is one of the best people I have ever known, she’s totally up front and honest, no falseness or back stabbing there. We all had a fairly fun weekend together, they got on really well, we had a few drinks. It was really a lot of fun. Over the weekend they did get a little closer than I might have recommended, but actually I figured this guy was one of the better ones so I didn’t step in and interfere. Their lives after all, it’s not like she did anything that I would have said was way too far, she’s not like that. Respect the third date rule. The weekend finished, he went home they kept on talking, everything was peachy. Until she said that she wanted to slow things down, that she wasn’t ready for what he wanted. A perfectly reasonable thing to say right? Apparently not. From that moment he has done nothing but cause her pain, pain that she doesn’t deserve at all. He’s called her some really horrible things that I don't want to repeat, he said that she led him on, he even went as far as calling her a slut. So much bull has come from him in the last few months I’m struggling to keep up with it all.

He hasn’t taken any hints that she doesn’t want to talk to him anymore either, because even after all this he’s trying to get back in with her. Is he stupid? Well actually yes he is, he thinks what he’s done can just be swept away and it will all be fine. He doesn’t even see that he’s upsetting her, he doesn’t get that she doesn’t want to talk to him even when she doesn’t reply to any of the messages he sends her. If it was me, I would be telling him quite plainly where he could go, with some men you have to be as blunt as a brick to the face. Unfortunately she’s far too nice and polite to do that, and she doesn’t want me to do it because it could cause problems elsewhere. Personally, I don’t give a crap if the knob hates me forever. He deserves to be in much more pain than he is at the moment in my opinion. Pain that I would quite like to cause.

Gah. So much idiocy, so few bullets.