Starbucks, a Horcrux and Voldemort On My Bathmat?

Oh hello.

Well first of all, I am totally freaked out! I think I saw Voldemort's face in the bathmat! To be fair my nan noticed it first so I was thinking she's finally hooped the loop but no, there was a resemblance to a face. Hm, I've realised I mention Voldemort in a few blogs, oh maybe I'm like secretly a horcrux drawn to him? Ha joke, he's dead.

I also noticed the line he spilled in Harry Potter "Only I can live forever", you know because he put bits of his soul in random objects? Well I'm ginger, we're rumoured to have no soul at all, I'm alive. Therefore I can either never die or I am in fact Voldemort and everything I've ever known is a lie. Or quite possibly I've spent far too much time indoors. As awesome as the others sound I bet it's the latter.

Moving on, I've decided to start hand drawing things again. It's all very well using Microsoft Paint, all trackpads and mice but I miss drawing with a pencil or a pen. I only hand drew posters for an assignment because everyone else in my group used a computer to print posters from the internet and I was like "dude, lazy much?"

I bought the seven Harry Potter books the other week because my cretinous sisters (who can't look after anything) ruined the last ones. Ugh they ruin everything. Anyway I also bought a few other books, 'The Count of Monte Cristo', 'Anna Karenina' and 'The Great Gatsby'. I saw them and was like "must buy!" so I did.

The Starbucks obsession is still going strong, though it is a forty-five minute bus ride to the nearest one. Meh worth it. Looking forward to going back to uni because there's one really close to the university itself. Oh and I also miss my friends and stuff, obviously!

Anyway enough about my currently boring existence, I'm off to get a bath and stand on Voldemort's face.

Rambles of Ginger Hedgehogs and Social Stuff...

Oh hey.

Well it's yet another late night/early morning, lo and behold. To be fair I could probably change my sleeping pattern if I so desired, but it just so happens I like late nights. My grandparents have started calling me Pipistrelle, after the bat. I don't mind, that is an awesome nickname.

In other pointless news, I bought an iPod Touch 4th Generation on Monday. Indeed, it was a rather enticing piece of technology I wanted and I don't usually want things simply as a frivolous posession. I got it synced finally, thanks to my uncle who is scarily knowledgable of practically everything, it's quite unnerving. I installed iTunes myself, which I was quite proud of since I haven't destroyed my laptop, I nearly went into apoplexy when it asked if it wanted to make changes but I realised it has to say that to install.
Sometimes I'd swear I was retarded or something. Anyway moving away from my mental capabilities for now.

Nothing much is really happening, except my grandparent's usual traumatisation of my person. You know, general assault etc. Never a dull moment, I either get a face full of water or things launched in my direction. All in jest of course, though maybe I should cry or something? I'm going shopping on Thursday with a friend from uni, the fun we shall have. Yes, it will be nice and I plan on stepping into Starbucks.

Meh I'm also getting a haircut tomorrow, as if I have full on miles of hair to shear off anyway. Alas I do not, however I want it thinning down at the back, I'm starting to look like a ginger hedgehog the way it sticks out! Plus I'd like it a bit sleeker now, it has a bit too much volume/texture and adds the Pipistrelle bat look my nan and grandad like to laugh about.

Apart from that I have nothing planned until August. Essex! Oh and also if the Matthew Street Festival is on, I'm there. Not for the music, that's generally mediocre, but for the atmosphere, plus I can slink off to a pub (or to Starbucks once more) if I get bored. Last year cups got thrown, one hit me in the shoulder, there was also backside pinching by random people, was rather funny, until it's done to you!

Anyway, I think I've finished my ramble about my oh so exciting life. Feel free to be awed by how fantastic it actually is.

Any typo's? Supposed to be there, obviously. *Whistles and walks away.*

Umbrella's, Bed and Pregnant Men?!

Hey.

I got back from the cinema a few hours ago, was lucky it wasn't sold out after all, extraordinary film, very emotional. I must admit I cried. On the way back, walking alone in the dark it seemed quite weird having waited for so long and then it's done. I probably looked distraught or something, to those Friday night party goers.

Well tomorrow is a new day. Certainly does not feel like a nice one though. I have a pressure headache and my eyes sting that is either an indication of thunder etc. or I have cried too much.

I might take my big umbrella (small one broke today, walked back from purchasing my ticket in the rain) and go for a long walk tomorrow, I think I've literally spent too much time indoors on my laptop. Oh internet, so many sites to amuse myself with. Facebook is one that takes up the majority of my time.

Actually there isn't much that is so great about it anymore, it deletes everything and messes up quite regularly. The groups and profiles are fun, well to an extent. The pretence of characters are nice until one wrong move and you are finished. They'll ice you and you have to take it. I may just use it less.

I just remembered that I never did join that library, I'll have to do it on Monday, unless they are open on Saturday's. Time to emerge from the interactive life and join the real world for the rest of the summer.

I am so tired. Sleepwise and generally, I'm planning on sorting my abysmal sleeping pattern anyway. I have purple shadows under my eyes damn it! As for general life, there is drama at every turn, like I want to hear about who's fallen out with who and who's having a baby, frankly I couldn't care less if you broke up with the love of your life or if you are the next pregnant man or mother of octuplets! I'm not a mean person, not by any standard but I'm not about to pretend I care about something so inanely uninteresting unless I absolutely have to.

Well as previously stated, I am tired so I think I'll go to bed, go to sleep and hopefully feel better in the morning.

Goodnight, mon ami.

Diamonds Die Hard & Hans Gruber With Electric Shocks From The Hoover...

Oh hi.

It's a rather boring day today, and really hot too. Or maybe it's just quite warm and I'm really hot. Temperature wise obviously, yeah maybe that is it. I have just finished hoovering so it's a possibility. Oh god I hate that cleaning contraption, I swear it is evil, like a secret transformer or something. Everytime I hoover I get an electric shock off it, no lie. Just holding the handle doing what you do when you hoover and BAM! I get zapped. Stupid Dyson I'm on to you.

Well I'm done now, I polished this morning, yeah I like doing the door handles, makes them shiny! I'm not like a magpie or anything but some shiny things are just amazingly nice to look at. Like diamonds! My birth stone is diamond. Speaking of such loveliness, I found my Swarovski earrings the other day, I thought I'd lost them forever when I moved to uni,I was gutted because my nan bought me them for Christmas a couple of years ago, but no they were in the box the whole time!

Also, I'm not a happy ginger. I looked online and Harry Potter is sold out. G-damn it! I would elbow a child in the face to get a ticket. Okay so maybe not elbow as such more like wait in the queue like a normal person. But inside I'd want to. Maybe it's a good thing to let the crowds die down first because I'd probably turn into a raging psychopath if someone spoke or say, ate their popcorn too loud. I haven't waited this long to hear someone chewing down my ear the whole time. I'd be tempted to shove their snack down their throat and tell them to choke quietly.
Like. A. Boss.

I watched 'Die Hard' last night, it's usually the one I watch on a hangover, makes me feel better. Anyway I don't watch it for the John McClane parts I watch it for the Hans Gruber ones- dude's a badass Heist-Man. Nice beard too.

Anyway I'm going to continue whatever it is I was doing.

Bye now.

Two Days, Nyan Cat, Nose.

Well hello.

Two days! Yes, I'm talking about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two! I'm so excited but at the same time don't want it to end. Though the whole hype about it makes it more real, the fact that it's ending. Well it isn't gone forever, books and DVD's etc see to that, which is great.

Hm, never did get my Hogwarts Acceptance Letter. I bet my parents hid it because they didn't want me to go. They were probably tempted to do the same with my university acceptance letter too. I'm joking, they gave me that letter.

Anyway not much has gone on really, just stuff on top of stuff. Eloquent I know, don't pretend you don't admire my linguistic finesse and literary prowess! Oh and I rhyme too.

4:21am and I'm sat with a really cold cup of coffee writing a blog that nobody reads, with two dodgy fingers might I add, since they sting after I burnt them while making said coffee. It's one of those things that annoys you no end because it stings for ages! Hmm. Oh well I like the internet, oh blogspot a place to rant and say things that may not always be socially acceptable in real life. Also it has Nyan Cat which I think I'm slowly becoming obsessed with. The shadows under my eyes prove it.

Another thing that isn't socially acceptable, is (moving back to Harry Potter for a second) Voldemort's lack of nose. What is that, I don't even know what that is! Oh and since when did he look like he wants to cry every three seconds? When I watch the films I'm not scared (age of 20 doesn't matter at all, honest) he's just whiney. Screw you Voldemort!...I said it. I ain't afraid of no nose.


Anyway why I felt the need to rant I'll never know but I did and that's fine.

Au Revoir!

P.s Typos? I'll deal with it at a later date...Tired, very, very tired.

Wanderer Returns, Just Rolling By to Say Hi!

Well hello.

Been another while, yes?
Yeah, I forgot about this blog again. You know, life. So, I've finished university for three months now! I know, what to do for the endless weeks of summer? Stay with the evil grandparents whom I love very much, despite their attempts to disturb me mentally on a daily basis? But of course!

I found out there's a library in this area somewhere, that I've not been to, and since I'm a total book whore I may as well sign up! Though they do ask for identification. As if I'm going to roll up and be like "everybody on the ground now! I want this bag filled with Hemingway, Nabokov, Christie and Keyes!" Hmmm. I suppose signing up to one more library won't hurt. Gives me a route to walk and a place to haunt. Can't argue with that.

I haven't planned anything for my time off. Well except my trip to London and Essex. Excited about that, it's not until August though, so I'll save that for another day. I'll probably just see what floats by me, in the way of activities. I don't want to be stuck in on Facebook all summer!

Ah Facebook. It's one of those things that isn't essential to everyday life but you can't help but use it as though it is. The groups and pages, some are hilarious, some take it too seriously. All in all it's quite fun. The internet is a funky thing indeed, my friend. I have many sites that amuse me for hours on end, especially on nights rife with insomnia.

I love all those weird things that you can uncover with a click of a mouse and the right webpage. One thing I do dislike though, immensely is those stupid Trojan Virus Scareware things! Talk about creepy! I don't know why people make them.

Anyway I don't think I have anything else to say, so it is indeed goodnight.

Involvings With Technology and Crying About Harry Potter Whilst Fending off Stereotypes...

Oh hi!

It's been a while hasn't it! Not that anyone in particular reads this, which I don't mind, it is, essentially just something to vent in actuality. Something to ramble on, about everyday happenings and the occasional interesting occurrence.

Well I am here, in my last few days at home. With some work done and a partially started, nowhere near finished, report, I can safely say inbetween I've had a lovely three week break.

It would be remiss of me to say I don't miss my flatmates and friends at uni though, oh crazy people how I have missed you, very much. I must say going back we have an eventful first week back! Yes indeed. Since we all adhered to the commonly addressed stereotype of "poor students" none of us had the money to celebrate my birthday before we left for Easter so, since we'll all have temporarily shrugged that label off now, next week we shall be heading out for what seems a delightfully promising, if kind of belated, celebration of my turning two decades old. However I do wish it to be about everyone, not just myself.

Well as you can tell my mental dexterity returned long enough to remember I have a blog to write even if it's only a reminder to myself that I should carry through what I start even when nobody notices.

Come to think of it nothing amazing has happened. Except the tiny fact that my nan might officially have gone loopy. No seriously, she told me at dinner yesterday evening not to touch a bat if I ever saw one as it may bite me and I'll catch rabies and also she said she is Voldemort...You know the annoying wizard/creature in the Harry Potter series, of which I am an avid fan, however whenever I watch the films and Voldemort talks or what have you, I just think "Oh will you just shut up!" On the whole I find him frankly annoying like a whining child "I want to live forever blah-blah-blah".

On the subject of Harry Potter, the first part of 'Deathly Hallows' was quite shocking,to be fair. However having previously read all the books then watched the film (enthusiastically past bordering obsessively) I must admit it felt like the last one was a sellout. Not going to lie it was exhausting reading the book, kind of like "oh hello emotional rollercoaster." I actually put the book down when I read the part about Snape and Nagini. I put it down and refused to read anymore until the following day. Extreme reaction? Oh contraire, I cried first. I regret nothing.

Anyway I'm going, I'm tired and I have posters that need to be done for Art Direction, which is one subject I will not even go into right now on the grounds that a rant will arise.

Night.

Packing, Travelling, Dodgy Characters and Creepy Time!

Oh hello!

I finished packing about half an hour ago. Yes sir- or madam. Well, not for some amazing excursion around the globe or anything. No, I'm off home! Yes indeed. To be fair I'd rather pack for a three week stay at home than a three week trip around the world, as exciting as the prospect seems, I've not yet entered the student stage of waking up one morning with the thoughtful notion of "oh I think I'll just travel around the world!" And of course they all work their way through Europe then end up in Australia! It's all very well travelling but every student story of travel sounds the same. Wild nights of partying, overstaying in a particular place because they ran out of money and had to work for it. In some cases you get the few that got ill via food poisoning or what have you. If I travelled I'd seek out every random thing about the place I was in and zone in on it. Camera and notepad at the ready!...Oh and obviously inocculations!

The week has been pretty boring really. It feels like it has dragged but I have otherwise occupied myself with work. I was so proud of myself because I renewed my books online for the first time, via my library's new site, I never normally bother with all this fiddly online renewall etc but I know I don't have a spare moment to get to the library (favourite place other than home or Starbucks/Costa.)

After that I decided to watch 'Rasputin- Dark Servant of Destiny'...Random fact: I find it weird how, when Alan Rickman plays any character, they instantly become appealing, no matter whether the character is good or bad. You want that character to prevail. Or maybe it's just me? Ha no it's not I've seen some of the utter lunacy of YouTube fangirls and what they post! Anyway, even dodgy historical figures seem unfalteringly amazing, though I doubt I'll be praying to Rasputin any time soon. He may have been seen as a holy man healer but I bet he didn't have an actual voice of God, did he? Thought not.

As a quick footnote/paragraph/babble, the sun was out a few days ago! Yes in England. How remarkable, even more so was everybody including myself and my flatmates went mental! We went for a picnic and I got a tiny bit sunburnt. Oh and when I get back from the Easter holiday's I'll be twenty years old. That means I was ten years old ten years ago, seems like yesterday, well maybe not literally yesterday but it doesn't seem long ago at all. If the years were a person I would personally label them an absolute creeper, of the highest order.

Anyway I better head off and get ready for the joyous lectures I have today in university! Ha joke, it's Thursday, nothing good ever happens in a Thursday lecture!

Bye.

Sleeping, Teaching, Writing. The Degree of Three...

Hi, what's up?

The opposite of down, obviously.

Hm sleep escapes me. Oh deprivation, you thrill me so. I can go without sleep for four days, not a huge record but I'm not trying for one so it's just an irrelevant point. I may try again, there's a long day ahead of me, lectures and some silly research that has to be done for a Thursday morning lecture.

I almost despise that class, I clock watch (discreetly of course) but still, the seconds feel like minutes. The only two factors stopping me from just leaving the room are: 1) common courtesy and 2) I actually want to pass the module to make it to second year. I actually discovered yesterday that once the two years are over and I've decided to do a third top up year (BA Hons) I can probably become a Media teacher or something.

I'm not going to lie, after university I do want to get a good start on some sort of career, if it has to start with teaching, so be it. "Those that can't do, teach"...Oh I can do and I will do, many things. I have one thing that I really want to do more than anything.

Write a book. Simple as. I won't pretend it will ever get done, ha I can't even decide what to write about, but sooner or later I'll get struck by an idea, might go all "Napkin Effect" on it, see how it works out. It would blow your mind though.

Anyway I shall once again bid you adieu. I'm tired of my incessant ramblings.

Lackadaisical Lectures, Broken Glasses and Disturbing References...

Good evening.

Okay I'm not necessarily telling the truth. It's not a good evening, it's a somewhat irritating evening. For myself anyway. Purely due to the fact that my glasses decided to pop a screw out for no reason last night, effectively removing the lens and allowing it to drop onto my knee, while I was in mid conversation. I've spent half of the evening trying to get a screw into the glasses and have failed miserably! I bought a 'Spectacle Repair Kit' today which is the biggest fail in general reparational kits I have ever come across! I have literally had to stick the frame together in a makeshift way until I can get home in two weeks!

So yes, not very happy at all. In fact I'm going to mention it when I go to my opticians. I'll mention the fact I that I was just sitting there immersed in a rather interesting conversation when all of a sudden my glasses felt the need to bust a screw out. I have no doubt I'll finish and it will be "Oh, I don't know why they would just do that, any previous problems?". I'm so glad I'm not partial the the odd assault.

I was in such a good mood as well. Not that this is a rare occurrence, not at all. My mood just rapidly changed when I realised, that I'll end up with one hell of a headache without my glasses. Well hopefully my makeshift i.e rubbish, repair will hold for now....Oh hold on, as I typed that it broke apart. Great, vague sight, indeed I'm thrilled. I'm off this subject now because I'll end up so annoyed.

Oh in my lecture on Thursday we got asked to find two quotes in any book and Harvard Reference it. Well in that very moment when the lecturer finished his sentence I decided, with an unnatural joy, to find the most disturbing line in Vladimir Nabokov's 'Lolita', reference it and then bring it to class. Indeed. However, I also decided to find the loveliest, which just so happens to be at the very end. I decided to do this just for the fact that I possess the predisposition to do so and shall take full advantage.

Oh speaking of Nabokov (love, it's love) I went to the library and got 'Pale Fire' and another large book with five different novels by him. I was so happy! Now speaking of books in general, I had a bit of time spare while waiting for one of my flatmates in uni, after my lecture had finished. Three hours to be precise, anyway, I went to the library within the uni and found Arthur Miller's "Broken Glass" well, seventy-three pages of emotion. I'm not going to lie, I would rather study that than the one we're currently doing. In all honesty 'Broken Glass' was, by far, of more interest. Lectures (with the exception of Editing) are becoming tedious, we are essentially just lackeys. One lecture is so lackadaisical I can hardly stand it!

At least there is some entertainment in my life, such as reading, social exploits and of course the internet, oh YouTube and Google how you entertain me for so long. For some reason I've become fascinated with filling out those "80 Things About me" or "Put Your Music on Shuffle and Answer..." questionnaire things. No idea why, I liked them when they were on MySpace, ugh they are so annoyingly fun to fill out, to a point.

Anyway I've effectively ranted about my glasses, boring lectures and spoken of my terrific plan concerning referencing and now I shall leave. Two weeks had better fly by. If at some point I feel the day/week is going too slow, I'll just sleep.

Goodbye.

"The Party Don't Start 'Til I Walk In"...

Oh hi.

Well just a short blog to say nothing amazing or spectacular, just another obligation really. You see I'm out tonight, oh yes. And it shall be very good. Unlike last week, if honesty must be referenced then last week as fun as it was, myself and one of the flatmates were rather worse for wear, in all understatements of the century that shall be the largest.

I should actually be getting ready but blog guilt seems to be making me stay to finish this stupid post about absolutely nothing. Oh well it's nice to let anyone reading know that, yes, I am still alive. Although I doubt people thought I was anything less.

Nights out are rather amazing occurences, not just for me but in general. The decision to go out is cool but the actual act of getting ready on the night is just so exciting! I'm not going to lie, I am not the most girly-girl in the world, but the appliance of makeup, and something nice to wear changes a girl-who-really-doesn't-do-girly-much, into an acceptable mirage of a girl for the night. If I have to be stupidly honest I just like putting the makeup and clothes on because I know that the night calls for it and it's just the norm to make a fuss!

Yeah so honestly the drinking and the music are important too but it's the dressing up and doing makeup, even if it does take full on effort, I must admit I fret about my makeup and clothes being perfect, though I'm not about to pretend I love every shade of pink in the world, I've always been a purple kind of girl. I don't do extreme makeup, if I feel like putting it on I will if  I don't then I won't. Anyway I'm going to go and get ready because I don't want to take forever!

Party on, take it and leave.

Three Wheels, Books and Rather Nice Weekends.

Oh hello.

It's not been a long time but it's been long enough.  Speaking of time and length; I've had my hair cut. When I say cut I mean I have shorter hair than some of the guys in my class. I like it but I'm still a bit uncertain. Oh well it will hopefully grow, if my atrociously temperamental hair decides to, rather quickly.

So I'm back in Bolton after my weekend at home. Yes. I keep meaning to go to the library, I've decided I'm just going to get there and choose a random book. One that has a fibre of decent literature, rather than a pretentious, overlong bore of a book. In the university library, I was shocked to discover, that they have Jaqueline Wilson and a wide variation of her work and no Nabokov, none.

Well there actually isn't a favoured subject I have in mind at the moment. I just felt obliged to update. Although I must admit things are rather mundane at the moment, though I'm not sure I'd like that to change, which I suppose is a bit weird, I like the calm of the expected normalcy in an otherwise boring day.

By day a not so typical student, by night an old lady. No really with exception to the occasional Wednesday, I am such an O.A.P imitation! Okay maybe not a fully fledged member of oldness but you know.

Ah I must admit though I do like the routine weekends here. Friday (As of 2pm every Thursday my weekend begins) Sleep, Saturday getting work done and reading time and Sunday lunch out or a coffee with the girls in town. It's very nice and I like nice.

Well it will be nice now that the fourth wheel has gone, okay so you need four wheels for many things but in our flat we only need three, because we're 'Team Trike' yeah so fourth, uneccessary and frankly useless, wheel has gone. We can rejoice for the fact we no longer have a kind of dictator in our flat. Not that we were scared of her, no, it's tolerating somebody who near enough gets on your last nerve everyday, especially when the three of us are more or less complacent in our living ways. Although we do get excitable about things, it is minimal!

Anyway I think I'll make that trip to the library now.

Ba-bye!

On a Serious Note.

Indeed, yes a serious note.

I was reading the paper today, well actually a few minutes ago, which is still today...So I'll proceed. I was reading and I turned the page to see a picture of a dead cat, this horrified me though it was in black and white. However the story that accompanied the photograph was one that disgusted me so completely I felt ill.

The Story? Well the poor animal was the pet of a rejected MP, the cat scratched his grandchild one day, and he beat the cat to death with his walking stick. I know, truly horrific, I'm not a full on animal rights protester and I'm not one who goes around preaching rights of every living being but this is truly barbaric! What type of person beats a cat to death with his walking stick because it scratched someone?!

In my opinion, yes an opinion, this fifty three year old man should be made a spectacle of. To some it may only be a cat, hardly worth the worry for only a minutes rage of an individual. But no, it is beyond that, it is more than just a cat, this monster beat it to death because he lost his temper. It scratched his grandchild, big deal, he should have moved it to another room! I've been scratched so many times by my grandparent's cats that it's just customary to stay out of their way if they're in a cranky mood. Cat's have off days too.

But murder of an otherwise innocent animal is not only disgustingly wrong but also unforgivable. It makes you wonder that if that man can kill his cat in a rage what would happen if left alone with a child in a bad mood? Would he lash out at the child?

Obviously this person would say "No! Never, I'd never dream of harming my family"...Well guess what pal, you already did, you killed the cat, a cat isn't a novelty, if you get a pet expect them to become part of the family, not just something you can take your anger out on! Frankly I could rag on this guy all day but words would eventually fail me when trying to describe how mortified I was to read that story.

I wasn't even going to read the paper today, Saturday papers never really hold much interest, but it was there and I was bored. Now it's still there, on my chair while I am no longer reading it and am here, saddened by the atrocity.Overreaction? Not at all, it's a vile crime, a cat could never possibly hope to defend itself from a full size man with a weapon.

I don't think I'll finish reading that paper now. I'm still rather sickened. It's a rather traumatic thing to see and read.

I'm going to leave it at that because I can rant until my keyboard has broken and I still won't be able to get my shock, anger and disgust across.

Shopping, Grandparent's and an Overly Sensitive Disposition, a Day in the Life of...

Well, today was nice even if the weather decided to be a disgusting pig. I suppose I shouldn't complain, thoughts to Japan, rather tragic.

Well I've decided to finally get a new style when I get my hair cut. I'm completely bored of it, basically I feel like I've got Worzel Gummage's hair style, straw bonanza. As of Monday no longer! Anyway I bought a hat today so if it takes me a bit of time to adjust to it I can hide it from myself until I don't feel utterly nauseous. My hairdresser is awesome though, it won't be the cut itself, more the person i.e me being me; I'll be all emotionally retarded about my hair and end up trying to gather the tufts and make it into a clip on ponytail or hairpiece. No, no, no.

Well on another note, I think my grandparents are trying to kill me...
Okay so not literal murder, but you know "scare-me-until-I-have-a-heart-attack-and-die" type kill. I'm pretty sure that it's not normal for grandad's to regularly exaggerate coughing so loudly you almost drop hot coffee into your lap, or laugh while watching overly evil horror films at ten o'clock in the morning then laughing when I run out scared! And I'm also quite certain that it isn't normal for a grandmother to hide either in the bathroom in the dead of night and jump out at you or crouch down in the kitchen and jump up like the incarnation of Tigger. Oh to top it all off they laugh! They laugh about it with such glee I'm almost convinced they plan it together. I love them but I think I might have to bring a motion sensor and dreamcatcher every time I come back from university to visit them to ensure I don't have nightmares!

If I'm honest the two cats, whom I love just as dearly as my lovely grandparents, seem just as intent on causing me some sort of trauma as a memento. One of them thinks it's completely acceptable to try and walk over my face while I sleep, and the other just thinks it's fine to headbutt me from the top of the fridge/freezer until I feed him. To be fair though the second one is done to everyone, so maybe he's just cantankerous in his old age.

I went shopping today and bought a couple of things. I bought a pair of new shoes which I think are awesome, but that's just my own opinion. I managed to survive my solitary shopping trip without any implications. I then had to wait for like an hour for a bus, I always forget how ridiculously unreliable some bus services are! Except the 53 bus, I love that one, regularly ontime, barely ever late. Yes that one is an exception. I was so cold while waiting I felt like pouring my coffee over my hands, but I decided to just drink it instead, nobody wants a coffee soaked ginger on the bus, no matter how epic they are.

Wow I've insignificantly rambled for what seems like an adequate post so I think I shall now leave it at this and go back to tinkering on my computer and generally reading until I feel tired enough to go to bed.

So.Goodbye...

Sleepless Reading and Procrastination, Gosh!

Ah insomnia, how ardently you consume me.

Another late night followed by an early morning. Though it is quite clear that I won't be executing the abysmal task of filling in an entry to my "Dream Diary" for Art Direction. Well not in the day ahead anyway. At first it was an interesting prospect but now it's a bit irritating. Just like we were asked in September to start a journal on our regular life and feelings. In all honesty I obliged under the suspicion that they won't forget to collect it. 

Going onto a different topic, a favourite, books! Yesterday I started to read "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" which I was fairly excited about. Needless to say I was severely disappointed by how dull it was. The only way it can be described is boring! Acclaimed it may be interesting it is not. I'm no critic but I just didn't care about the characters. I read to page thirty and decided it just wasn't for me. Nope, I just wasn't drawn into the whole 'kids living in poverty but happy although the eleven year old girl shows literary intelligence' add in a tree that won't die and basically I died of boredom. Almost.

No, throw me a Nabokov, Shakespeare, Agatha Christie or something with an interesting and intelligent story to tell and I'll read happily for hours. Anyway I started 'The Lovely Bones' which I must admit is wryly humorous with the obvious sadness added due to the circumstances of the story. When summer approaches I think it will be time to read a bit of Poirot. Ah the little Belgian detective with the delectable moustache, how I love you so.

Right I better go and pack ready to go home tomorrow, for the weekend! Oh hideous procrastination!

B-b-bye.

Pancake Day and The Man Who's Not Being 'That Guy'.

Oh hello Shrove Tuesday! It's all very well being the day for pancakes but could you make the way for Wednesday? You see the week is going excruciatingly slow!

Ah but pancakes, how lovely you are. Though I prefer to buy the ready made ones, I suppose I may be one of the few people who finds the creation of the pancake, more than once, a banal, tedious process. I see no reason why perfection is applied to this product/process. I for one know how to make a pancake, but to make it perfectly is another story!

Anyway, I'm going to attempt to make pancakes for myself and my flatmate later on. I suppose it's the polite thing to do since the day calls for it. Except I'm pretty sure there were other things to enjoy before giving it up rather than eggs, flower, milk and butter for Lent. Speaking of Lent, I don't think I shall be giving anything up, which sounds a bit selfish, but it's not really. When you think about it you aren't giving it up for anything other than your own piece of mind. I can have my mind in tact while still enjoying things like chocolate or reading a book and my conscience will be fine for it.

And yet again the point to this post is none. A point doesn't exist, so don't look for it as you'll never find anything but my ramblings about subjects I see fit or how well my day is or has been. Those people who read blogs just to rag on them should really not read them at all, what is the actual point in bringing down the bricks on somebody elses observations. A blog is just a random chica or chico doing their own thing. Just don't be that guy. Be the man instead, but not the guy.

Ah bye. 

Lavishing Libraries? Most Definitely.

So, it's now Tuesday 8th March 2011, which also means that in two days I will be home for a long weekend! Indeed yes, I'm very happy.

Well anyway, it's rather early in the morning and I'm sat here quietly waiting for an appropriate hour to start getting ready for uni. Not that I can actually be bothered dragging myself there of course. Presentation tomorrow. lovely...I think our lecturer wants to destroy our souls or something.

I finished 'Lolita' and I can safely say it is one of the best novels I have read so far. You kind of feel sorry for the guy until you remember that he's clearly a peadophile. I can't wait to peruse the library again tomorrow. Oh the joyous moment when you find a book long searched for and now within your own grasp is completely inexplicable unless you want to use feeble descriptions that are barely worth notice.

 On the subject of books, damage to a book actually affects me. In all seriousness a ripped page is, to me, mentally what a papercut may be to another. Sly and stinging, although small, you'll always remember the first one and you'll always be on guard to avoid another. Indeed it sounds rather daft but books are precious, they live on when others lives are at an end. It takes a lot for words to fade, once read they can never be unread, words forgotten, sentences dismissed, whole pages distanced from the mind. But the knowledge that they have been read, that the stories these pages have so willingly given, are in the readers mind, remembered or otherwise, is just a wonderful revelation.


It's nice to read with somebody, unless they are annoying and talk non-stop rather than the idle chit-chat given during the mutual pause of reading when tired eyes need resting. I've discovered reading by lamplight brings a nicer atmosphere than full room lighting. A certain calm descends in the respective silence, which is rather comforting.

Anyway best be off, it's still early but I doubt even I could prattle on about libraries, books and their appeal for much longer! Though as a side note I'm thinking of watching the 1997 adaptation of 'Lolita' I saw a trailer for the film and it does look rather good. So may try it.

Au Revoir.

Four O'Clock Musings of a Nerdy Kind.

Well, it's almost four o'clock in the morning and myself and my two favourite's are wide awake! One wonders if we have any perception of time these days. In absolute honesty, it's comforting to stay awake knowing that when other people's lamp's have burned out for the night your candle is still glowing. Philisophical much? Ha no, just a load of waffle that I know I'm capable of spouting and making it sound vaguely interesting with an intellectual feel.

Which brings me to a point that has no meaning although I found it interesting to ponder...It is incredibly easy for somebody to pretend to be intelligent but acting dumb or oblivious to a fact or situation, is a rather difficult concept! Not that I've ever done such a thing without reason! I'd never lower myself, however, I have had to pretend not to know about things such as a surprise or circumstance on occasion and I have found it very difficult! Why some people willingly inflict this upon themselves, let alone others, on a daily basis is beyond me and quite frankly I'm baffled by these people because they're wasting their own minds! This fact annoys me as they could be using their minds with potential, not pretending that they cannot spell the word 'orange'!

Honestly, if somebody tries to make me look stupid I zing them and move on, by "zing" I mean I beat them with a verbal stick until they metaphorically bleed out and apologize for their own idiocy. I hate the type of people who try to make others look or feel little and beneath them.

The thought came to me while I was eating mayonnaise on toast and watching a dvd with my flatmate and I was like "good point brain, I must think of this later and form a deeper opinion" well, I didn't form a hugely deep opinion other than: pretend stupid equals waste. End of.

Now I'm off to finish reading Nabokov's 'Lolita' with said flatmate until I feel fit to lay my head to rest, if I decide to. I may not as this book is so riveting, In a day and a half I've nearly read it all. It's one of those books that shock you but not as much as to make you slam it down in indignation...I for one would never slam abook down anyway, how disrespectful to that book! I love books, I'm a huge nerd, mess with my books and you mess with me, fool!...Exit Mr. T mode...

I bid you adieu!

Hello, Hola. Bonjour...

Well hello!

It's strange having a blog after so long. Where to begin? Um, university maybe? Yes, I'm there, I'm at uni, studying Media Production...Interesting? Don't be deceived, it's no bucket of ice, in the sense that it certainly is not as cool as it sounds, although the people are pretty awesome, I don't disclude myself. Without the vaguest hint of egotism I do believe that I am just as awesome, no point in pretending it's not what I think.

Frankly it's all you can be; frank, well not as in Frank the man, because I'm a girl, woman, lady, whatever. But frank as in to the point, without being blunt; though I must say a blunt point can be just as effective. If I think it there is a high chance it shall be said. Unless it's very harsh, very harsh thoughts shouldn't be said unless there is a valid reason other than utter vehemence of the person(s) the thoughts are aimed at. And let me tell you I'm not a mean person, but sometimes comments with an edge are just necessary to convey a point.

Anyway I enjoy university, whether the course is what I expected or not..."or not" being the objective. I enjoy the people and I enjoy living in halls of residence, I get good grades. I live away from home and sometimes miss my family and friends, but it doesn't affect me very much because it's an experience. My flatmates are awesome...Well the select few. There are six of us, three out of the six talk and get on very well. Well two I adore, the third, well it's easy to feign. Amazing people.


Nothing else really needs to be mentioned, other than I'm not as normal as a regular person should be in reference to my thoughts as an individual. I hate the expression "think outside the box" as it's a rather cliche thing. No I just have a different perception. I notice. Sometimes I don't, it's that simple. I love random quirky things and I'm not a 'feelings' person, I love cats though! Overall there is simply too much to speak about, some things may be brushed upon in later posts.

On a final note...I don't have a final note.

Bye!