Great night out in Taunton yesterday, courtesy of the wonderful Miss Powell who lives at Toad Hall. Jemma and I played Team Steals.
I unscrewed an LED light from the toilets and kept that, it will come in handy since I have no night light at the moment. I also got a piece of paper that was taped to the window (but it was only a job advertisement) and one of the long mats from the bar top. It's all sticky and needs washing, but I'm keeping that too.
Jemma won. She also got a bar mat; a light bulb that doesn't work; a shard of a 'No Smoking' sign (No King); a laminated 'it is illegal to sell liquor to under 18s' sign; one of the containers on the bar top that hold serviettes, straws and cocktail stirrers; an inflatable cowboy hat from a random boy we met in the street, and a plate that she swiped from a pile behind stacked just behind the bar.
Clearly, my effort was pitiful. I blame the teeny tiny bag I was carrying rather than sheer cowardice.
Sunday 28 March 2010
Friday 26 March 2010
Red Peppers are the Devil's Testicles
I just came back from an evening of strange and wonderful poetry at the Barbican Theatre in Plymouth. Our lecturer, Paul, managed to arrange ten tickets for the class to go free :D
We saw:
Rob Auton
and
The Poeticats
as well as Kayo Chingonyi and Jean Binta Breeze.
It was all very interesting, and funny (:
Also, watch this video: Stranger Danger.
It's not the end that disturbs me, that all seems fairly logical, but the little girl sniffing the pink flower really creeps me out.
We saw:
Rob Auton
and
The Poeticats
as well as Kayo Chingonyi and Jean Binta Breeze.
It was all very interesting, and funny (:
Also, watch this video: Stranger Danger.
It's not the end that disturbs me, that all seems fairly logical, but the little girl sniffing the pink flower really creeps me out.
Tuesday 23 March 2010
The Wooden Bull
Interview went well. The location was weird. The directions said 'left at traffic lights after the Inn and past the wooden bull'. So I found the inn, walked back to where the bus had dropped me off, wandered down this road where the only obvious building was a dairy, and then ended up at this weird farmers market. I found the door, walked in and there were a lot of older people in wellingtons and overalls, with a few young people in smart clothes lingering by the doors looking doubtful. I followed a couple of girls and found where I was meant to be and sat down to wait. A lot of the people waiting were really chatty, so we exchanged information about universities and wondered what the interview would be like. We were in groups of three, and they did ask some awkward questions. I made up a total bullshit lie on one of them, making my brother sound like some kind of hapless retard that I help out with rather than ignore. I panicked, okay? Anyway, it worked because as I was on the train back I got a phone call saying I'd gotten a place on the scheme, subject to my locating certain documents that I've lost and must immediately get replacements for. That is my task for tomorrow. Get them to resend a paper copy of my driving license, get a new National Insurance card and a bank statement sent to my Somerset address.
One of the girls from the interview was also heading to the train station, so it was that weird phenomenon that you sometimes see on public transport, where you can't quite tell if the two people in front or behind you are friends, but then one gets up and says 'nice to meet you,' and gets off the train. We had lunch and then she got on her train and I hung around for mine. She was very lovely, had gingery hair and freckles and had been travelling to all sorts of interesting places, such as India, and went to university in London. She'd come from the capital the night before the interview- way more hectic than my travel arrangements. She spoke very well, and seemed really enthusiastic. We sat in the little portable diner at the train station, drinking tea out of chunky 'Dave's Diner' mugs, her flipping through a copy of Heat or Hello, commenting every now and again, me apearing a little dense, asking 'who's that?' at every other picture she stopped on, the only person that I really recognised being Keanu Reeves; he had long hair in the picture, which looked odd. I think the girl's name was Rachel, but I am not certain.
We had a lecture by Gavin Smith this evening, he talked about islands as places of potential and as dystopias, and spoke a little about his book 'DogFellow's Ghost', which we are studying in class. It was very interesting. He was a good speaker and quite funny. There was free wine, but only a small glass, so no, that didn't alter my perception of the talk.
On the way to the bus I was stopped by a strange man who looked as though he was going to walk into me, but air-kissed the side of my face instead and walked off.
I've decided that I'm probably not going to do that Louis-meets-Azazel fic. I'm involved in an AU school!verse for Supernatural. I love my beta for it, she's really helpful, and says she will call me Cas because I don't understand any of her pop culture references; XD makes me feel kind of awesome instead of inadequate.
Now I must retire to bed as I have a poetry seminar tomorrow at 10.
For some reason the word 'dystopia' comes up as wrong on my spell checker. The suggested revision is 'dustpan'.
One of the girls from the interview was also heading to the train station, so it was that weird phenomenon that you sometimes see on public transport, where you can't quite tell if the two people in front or behind you are friends, but then one gets up and says 'nice to meet you,' and gets off the train. We had lunch and then she got on her train and I hung around for mine. She was very lovely, had gingery hair and freckles and had been travelling to all sorts of interesting places, such as India, and went to university in London. She'd come from the capital the night before the interview- way more hectic than my travel arrangements. She spoke very well, and seemed really enthusiastic. We sat in the little portable diner at the train station, drinking tea out of chunky 'Dave's Diner' mugs, her flipping through a copy of Heat or Hello, commenting every now and again, me apearing a little dense, asking 'who's that?' at every other picture she stopped on, the only person that I really recognised being Keanu Reeves; he had long hair in the picture, which looked odd. I think the girl's name was Rachel, but I am not certain.
We had a lecture by Gavin Smith this evening, he talked about islands as places of potential and as dystopias, and spoke a little about his book 'DogFellow's Ghost', which we are studying in class. It was very interesting. He was a good speaker and quite funny. There was free wine, but only a small glass, so no, that didn't alter my perception of the talk.
On the way to the bus I was stopped by a strange man who looked as though he was going to walk into me, but air-kissed the side of my face instead and walked off.
I've decided that I'm probably not going to do that Louis-meets-Azazel fic. I'm involved in an AU school!verse for Supernatural. I love my beta for it, she's really helpful, and says she will call me Cas because I don't understand any of her pop culture references; XD makes me feel kind of awesome instead of inadequate.
Now I must retire to bed as I have a poetry seminar tomorrow at 10.
For some reason the word 'dystopia' comes up as wrong on my spell checker. The suggested revision is 'dustpan'.
Monday 15 March 2010
Good Day?
I had my presentation today. Executed amid yawns and blank faces, but it is over and done with now. I didn't make eye contact but at least I didn't forget anything. Our lecturer asked some awkward questions that I don't think are to be taken as a good sign.
Went into town and spent money, on clothes of all things. I went straight to H&M since that's the only place I know of where I can find something without having trawl through everything. So I have two new tee-shirts, a suit jacket and a new necklace (that looks more like something my sister would wear, but it's pretty and old fashioned and was cheap so I am happy). I did hurt my shoulder trying to get out of a stupid dress. It actually looked quite nice but no way am I buying something that is that difficult to get out of (you can make your own joke here).
Came home after buying food and realised I'd locked myself out of my house and room, my phone battery had died so I couldn't call anyone and I had to sit in the street and wait for someone to come home. Luckily Matt and Kim came home about ten minutes later and let me in, and Matt was very lovely and broke into my room for me, which was very nice of him, especially considering the fact that we really don't get on at all. I am going to override my natural suspicion and make a new start concerning them, which shouldn't be too hard since it's two weeks until the Easter holidays and then only 4 weeks until Summer.
I have chicken goujons and baked beans (I know, fancy eh?) and ginger beer which is the best thing ever right now, although while I was looking for my fork I realised that Henry was eating with it. I very nearly freaked out entirely, but I am perfectly well grounded and so I waited for him to leave before I started muttering to myself; I just banged a few drawers to let him know I was looking for it. If it was Charlotte or someone using it, it wouldn't freak me out anywhere near as much, but because I don't know him it makes this horrible knot in my chest and I panic.
I will remember the good parts of my day and watch series one of Skins. That will make it better :)
Went into town and spent money, on clothes of all things. I went straight to H&M since that's the only place I know of where I can find something without having trawl through everything. So I have two new tee-shirts, a suit jacket and a new necklace (that looks more like something my sister would wear, but it's pretty and old fashioned and was cheap so I am happy). I did hurt my shoulder trying to get out of a stupid dress. It actually looked quite nice but no way am I buying something that is that difficult to get out of (you can make your own joke here).
Came home after buying food and realised I'd locked myself out of my house and room, my phone battery had died so I couldn't call anyone and I had to sit in the street and wait for someone to come home. Luckily Matt and Kim came home about ten minutes later and let me in, and Matt was very lovely and broke into my room for me, which was very nice of him, especially considering the fact that we really don't get on at all. I am going to override my natural suspicion and make a new start concerning them, which shouldn't be too hard since it's two weeks until the Easter holidays and then only 4 weeks until Summer.
I have chicken goujons and baked beans (I know, fancy eh?) and ginger beer which is the best thing ever right now, although while I was looking for my fork I realised that Henry was eating with it. I very nearly freaked out entirely, but I am perfectly well grounded and so I waited for him to leave before I started muttering to myself; I just banged a few drawers to let him know I was looking for it. If it was Charlotte or someone using it, it wouldn't freak me out anywhere near as much, but because I don't know him it makes this horrible knot in my chest and I panic.
I will remember the good parts of my day and watch series one of Skins. That will make it better :)
Sunday 14 March 2010
The Crux
The presentation seems to be coming along okay despite having spent the entire weekend procrastinating. Whilst I was doing so I came across this interesting short film:
Now I shall go and ponder with tea and biscuits.
Now I shall go and ponder with tea and biscuits.
Saturday 13 March 2010
Victorian Slang
My cousin sent me this link yesterday. Victorian sex slang. It brings a whole new meaning to the act of finding a cab after a night out.
Friday 12 March 2010
Work Overload
Okay, so I'm really struggling with my work now. My strategy for dealing with this work overload so far seems to be to ignore it, which really doesn't help. Thankfully, after Monday, I wont have any deadlines for 6 weeks, which will give me a chance to sort out my poetry stuff and catch up with my reading for Dark Futures.
I got an interview for the Student Associate Scheme, but it's on a day I specifically said I couldn't do, so I have to miss my lecture in the morning, and then get back to Plymouth for 5:30 in order to go to the Gavin Smith talk. If the interview is any time after 2:30 then I can't do it; 600 quid or no. I suppose, really it'd be more beneficial to go to the interview, but I'm not even certain that I want it. I'm only doing it for work experience to get onto a PGCE and not because I actually want to do it. Plus, my mum isn't around that day, so I will have no lifts at all. I'll have to take my suitcase to the interview, which will involve me catching two busses to get to in the first place, then I'll have to rush to the train station in order to get back in time, still in my smart clothes. Not happy.
Now it is time to brave Illich and powerpoint presentations. Good day.
I got an interview for the Student Associate Scheme, but it's on a day I specifically said I couldn't do, so I have to miss my lecture in the morning, and then get back to Plymouth for 5:30 in order to go to the Gavin Smith talk. If the interview is any time after 2:30 then I can't do it; 600 quid or no. I suppose, really it'd be more beneficial to go to the interview, but I'm not even certain that I want it. I'm only doing it for work experience to get onto a PGCE and not because I actually want to do it. Plus, my mum isn't around that day, so I will have no lifts at all. I'll have to take my suitcase to the interview, which will involve me catching two busses to get to in the first place, then I'll have to rush to the train station in order to get back in time, still in my smart clothes. Not happy.
Now it is time to brave Illich and powerpoint presentations. Good day.
Monday 8 March 2010
Poems
Two of my favourite poems at the moment:
'Bird in the Chimney' by Stephen Devereux
and
'Baby Pants' by Misha Collins
'Bird in the Chimney' by Stephen Devereux
and
'Baby Pants' by Misha Collins
Paranoia
I am hiding out in my room. I feel like crap right now and E.H has a bunch of friends round, they're all laughing in the back 'garden' and I can hear them through the window. My paranoia is rearing its foul face again and I feel like they're all laughing at me, even though I can hear what they are saying. Whenever I miss a word I get that creeping panic. I have to go downstairs in ten minutes to get food out of the oven. I hope they are gone by then.
I hate this.
I hate this.
Saturday 6 March 2010
Stress
Feeling crappy due to sore throat and a stuffy head, not to mention work overload. I've finished for the night. I sat in the kitchen because I couldn't concentrate amongst the clutter of my room. I sat there for 6 hours, typing away and flipping through the gargantuan pile of books (10) beside me. Too much, man. This essay is killing me, mostly because of the amount of procrastination I've been doing on it. I guess that's a stress thing. I never thought of myself as some one who gets stressed over work, but I guess I am; probably only because I know that this year counts. GCSEs and A levels ... no one really looks at those, they're just stepping stones leading up to this. I am in the final level of a game here- the points I gather in this section make my final score.
I thought I would read a fanfic to make myself feel better. I found a really amazing one here, but it isn't exactly cheery. Still, I do feel better for having read it, just because it is so perfect.
I think that once this essay is done (and the presentation for next week), I will take a break from the computer, perhaps just for a day or two. Of course I still have poetry to edit, so I can't make it too long. Oh, and fanfiction to write because I have deadlines for those too. Not that I mind that, these latter are fun deadlines (:
I thought I would read a fanfic to make myself feel better. I found a really amazing one here, but it isn't exactly cheery. Still, I do feel better for having read it, just because it is so perfect.
I think that once this essay is done (and the presentation for next week), I will take a break from the computer, perhaps just for a day or two. Of course I still have poetry to edit, so I can't make it too long. Oh, and fanfiction to write because I have deadlines for those too. Not that I mind that, these latter are fun deadlines (:
Thursday 4 March 2010
Abyss
I am so tired. This is a common complaint of mine, but usually it is due to an 'unsociable' sleeping pattern and too many hours in bed. Now I have a socially acceptable pattern but I am only getting seven or eight hours a night and that isn't enough. My most productive time of the day is the evening but now I am just so tired when that comes around. I keep waking up at 9 even though I want a lie in. It's so annoying, and even if I go to bed early I can't sleep for three or four hours due to my hard mattress and the inability to switch off my brain.
I want to read Dead Until Dark and edit my newest poem but I can't because I have this stupid essay due in for Monday (which I still am not clear about- but my teacher is a pile of poo and wont explain things to me- so I am just going to have to wing it) and I want to do my Louis-meets-Azazel fic but can't until after this and the presentation the week after.
I woke up the other day and realised why I went into further and higher education in the first place. Yes, I enjoy it. Yes, I love learning about my chosen subjects; but really it is all just to delay stepping into the abyss that awaits me. As soon as I step out of education I will fall into this black hole and I don't know if I'll be able to crawl back out of it again. I'm approaching the end of my 2nd year. Uni is going all to quickly and darkness awaits. Frankly, it's terrifying.
And I am coming down with a cold. This is going to be such a fun weekend!
All in all I am not a happy bunny at the moment. Oh well.
I want to read Dead Until Dark and edit my newest poem but I can't because I have this stupid essay due in for Monday (which I still am not clear about- but my teacher is a pile of poo and wont explain things to me- so I am just going to have to wing it) and I want to do my Louis-meets-Azazel fic but can't until after this and the presentation the week after.
I woke up the other day and realised why I went into further and higher education in the first place. Yes, I enjoy it. Yes, I love learning about my chosen subjects; but really it is all just to delay stepping into the abyss that awaits me. As soon as I step out of education I will fall into this black hole and I don't know if I'll be able to crawl back out of it again. I'm approaching the end of my 2nd year. Uni is going all to quickly and darkness awaits. Frankly, it's terrifying.
And I am coming down with a cold. This is going to be such a fun weekend!
All in all I am not a happy bunny at the moment. Oh well.
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