You can all chide me for terrible title, but I think it's funny so tough stuff. There is a point to it, actually. If I'm completely honest, over the years there have been a few people I call my close friends, and they've stayed with me, but quite seriously a lot of the people I know just aren't that interesting. It's not that nothing happens, I'm sure lots of things happen to them that they find interesting; it's just more that the things they find interesting, I find boring. So, perhaps they're more acquaintances than friends.
Anyway, one friend I've kept in contact with is 22 23 8 3 (look at the title and figure it out if you can). We got along for ages and then there was this long break when 22 23 (for short) got into trouble with drugs and alcohol. Anyway, it seems she's out of that phase, which is great because she was such a lovely person before, she just made some daft choices and that led her down a treacherous path. Thank god she fell off it, though. I talked to her today and she sounds better.
Anyway, yesterday I was walking home and I saw 22 23's older brother (the older older one, not the younger older one). He's much more focused on work now as well, and it's nice to see that a year or two makes such a huge impact on somebody's life. Of course it does. Even catatonic people must experience some tiny fragment of change over two years.
I've been wondering for a while whether I want children (totally unrelated subject to the above), and what kind of lifestyle I want to lead. What do I want to do? Will I get married? Will I have children? What will I be doing in ten years' time? Will I be happy? I think that's my main worry. It's not what I'll have, it's whether I'll appreciate it. I see so many people here in England who spend their time complaining... Of course, sometimes bad things happen and you can feel a little down, but most of the time I think it's much better to see the good side. Walk away from depression. It doesn't have legs, it'll take a very long time for it to catch up with you if you're content.
I'm still reading this cracking book (The Vampire Lestat) by Anne Rice. I've also fallen even more in love with a band I'm interested in. If you don't already know them, I highly suggest you youtube Rizzle Kicks. Sylvester and Rizzle are amazing (not their real names, I'm sure you've guessed). They mix rapping, remixes, instrumentals of well-known tracks, and singing. They are ACE.
Not particularly good if you want to concentrate on homework though. I have a classical music playlist for that.
Questions welcome on any aspect of this post or any other post, as always. I doubt I mentioned it before, but I like questions.
Happy reading, folks!
P.S. I'm trying to work out what my worst habit is. I'll report back when I find it.
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Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Monday, 12 September 2011
Fatal Considerations of the craziest kind
Aside from growing up making the majority of us taller, heavier and in many cases more immature (the gained knowledge can only work to a perverse advantage sometimes), there are other things we adolescents have to deal with. Such as Sod's Law.
This bastard of a concept mjust have been spawned by the devil. Basically, for those of you who do not know, the concept that Sod's Law summarises is "if it can go wrong, it will". So be it that I'm a negative thinker from time to time.
Back in May, we were preparing for our AS exams, perhaps working hard... perhaps hardly working. I joked to some friends that I'd probably mess up for no reason other than sheer bad luck. Well, it just transpired that I was to nearly expire the week before we started examinations. I chucked myself off my bike; onto grass, yes, so perhaps not the worst strategy, but certainly not the wisest. In the fall, I lost my glasses, some of the free movement in my neck, and also a nice purple hoodie I had come to treasure. The paramedics were lovely, though, and friendly. And they didn't slap me when I got all woozy. Anyway, I ended up with a concussion, the repercussions of which were that I had to somewhat re-learn much of my courses. Which would have been wonderful if I had not accidentally forgotten an entire half of the Politics book. I got an E.
Anyway, Sod's Law cropped up again a couple of weekends back when I was going to attend a Law course. Planning to leave the house at five a.m. on Saturday, I did a cursory check of how my laptop was working. I came to a rather downtrodden conclusion that, as it completely failed to start, and then kept coming up with error messages saying FATAL! FATAL!... It wasn't going to work too well. I spent two hours fixing it.
The next morning, my mother and I got on the train. The wrong train. Hence, we missed our train (upside: the one destined for Taunton, and not London, didn't leave with us on it). We got on a half-hour later one. That one left just fine, and arrived just fine. The PreLaw course was good; I got there with time to spare, learnt a lot, and left with interesting information to mull over.
We went for a bit of upmarket banter and had a chat in Harrods. Everything was expensive; but of course, it being London, it was awesome too. Then we went for dinner. Overnight I went from fine to absolutely fucked-up ill. Every couple of hours I would wake up and retch for a bit, and then go back to sleep. The Sunday morning was awful, I was in a terrible mood... The rest of the weekend passed without event, but the night was just crap.
Back to the present, this morning my neck and back were hurting (the result of the bike crash and a couple of car crashes I've had in the past). I left the house quickly, and walked quickly... Obviously I began to overheat a little, due to the heavy bag and the hoodie and coat I had on. I took off the coat and the bag, to put the former in the latter. It was at this point that I realised the bag wasn't my school bag. I had no books. Shit. Almost in tears from the neck pain, now standing halfway between school and home, I thought "fuck it".
Having done this, I went through lessons (only with partial success) and then broke my brace at lunch. My teeth fucking hurt. I'm tired. The two redeeming factors of today were accidentally having spare keys in this wrong bag I took to school... And the book I was given for my birthday, which I am reading at the moment. "The Vampire Lestat". AMAZING book. Anne Rice is a literary goddess and her stories provide me with much time-filling brilliance. Well-plotted, well written, with flair and general awesomeness. I might even start thinking positively!
Happy reading, folks!
This bastard of a concept mjust have been spawned by the devil. Basically, for those of you who do not know, the concept that Sod's Law summarises is "if it can go wrong, it will". So be it that I'm a negative thinker from time to time.
Back in May, we were preparing for our AS exams, perhaps working hard... perhaps hardly working. I joked to some friends that I'd probably mess up for no reason other than sheer bad luck. Well, it just transpired that I was to nearly expire the week before we started examinations. I chucked myself off my bike; onto grass, yes, so perhaps not the worst strategy, but certainly not the wisest. In the fall, I lost my glasses, some of the free movement in my neck, and also a nice purple hoodie I had come to treasure. The paramedics were lovely, though, and friendly. And they didn't slap me when I got all woozy. Anyway, I ended up with a concussion, the repercussions of which were that I had to somewhat re-learn much of my courses. Which would have been wonderful if I had not accidentally forgotten an entire half of the Politics book. I got an E.
Anyway, Sod's Law cropped up again a couple of weekends back when I was going to attend a Law course. Planning to leave the house at five a.m. on Saturday, I did a cursory check of how my laptop was working. I came to a rather downtrodden conclusion that, as it completely failed to start, and then kept coming up with error messages saying FATAL! FATAL!... It wasn't going to work too well. I spent two hours fixing it.
The next morning, my mother and I got on the train. The wrong train. Hence, we missed our train (upside: the one destined for Taunton, and not London, didn't leave with us on it). We got on a half-hour later one. That one left just fine, and arrived just fine. The PreLaw course was good; I got there with time to spare, learnt a lot, and left with interesting information to mull over.
We went for a bit of upmarket banter and had a chat in Harrods. Everything was expensive; but of course, it being London, it was awesome too. Then we went for dinner. Overnight I went from fine to absolutely fucked-up ill. Every couple of hours I would wake up and retch for a bit, and then go back to sleep. The Sunday morning was awful, I was in a terrible mood... The rest of the weekend passed without event, but the night was just crap.
Back to the present, this morning my neck and back were hurting (the result of the bike crash and a couple of car crashes I've had in the past). I left the house quickly, and walked quickly... Obviously I began to overheat a little, due to the heavy bag and the hoodie and coat I had on. I took off the coat and the bag, to put the former in the latter. It was at this point that I realised the bag wasn't my school bag. I had no books. Shit. Almost in tears from the neck pain, now standing halfway between school and home, I thought "fuck it".
Having done this, I went through lessons (only with partial success) and then broke my brace at lunch. My teeth fucking hurt. I'm tired. The two redeeming factors of today were accidentally having spare keys in this wrong bag I took to school... And the book I was given for my birthday, which I am reading at the moment. "The Vampire Lestat". AMAZING book. Anne Rice is a literary goddess and her stories provide me with much time-filling brilliance. Well-plotted, well written, with flair and general awesomeness. I might even start thinking positively!
Happy reading, folks!
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Passing the time
Well. We're far, far into the holidays now. I am bored again. I don't know why; I've been doing lots of things. I went to France, yes! I wanted to tell you all about that.
The drive wasn't too bad but it did take about twelve hours... There were excellent swimming pools. We did a bit of bike riding, a mistake in my case because I fell off mine again (not too badly but I am now adorned with a lovely big scar on my right elbow because I skidded on gravel)... It was the one time I wasn't wearing a helmet. It's the fastest I've ever cycled away from an accident site- it was right next to the children's playground and they were all staring, but I didn't want them to see the blood so I cycled back to the condominium as fast as possible. There was a lot of dust in the abrasion so I decided to wash it while I was in shock (doesn't hurt as much then). Got it clean, it's healed, but I always scar quite badly.
This makes me grateful for the fact that when I have my face operation they will be doing the majority, if not all of the work, from the inside of my mouth. This means that if there are any scars they will be on the inside of my mouth, which isn't too bad because people don't judge the inner lining of your cheeks that often.
I've bought some spray paint; three cans (three for a tenner at the shop on Park Street in Bristol, whoop!) because I need to make a birthday present for my mum's friend. I've decided to get a canvas, mak cloud stencils (paper clouds), stick them to the canvas, and then spray paint over them. One of the spray paints is sky blue for this purpose. I did some drawings and practice this afternoon and it's looking pretty good. I'm pleased and surprised- usually I'm not that creative!
I'll try to get some pictures for you at some point so you can see what I've done.
My room's pretty messy at the moment due to the rather large amount of time I'm spending in it every day working on my fun little projects. When we were in France I did some lesson plans for my job in September (very nervous!). I also got offered a possible job at the ice rink as a steward... And I'm now going to coach one of the girls there as well for her skating. Happy days. Everything is going swimmingly at the moment.
Results for AS exams on Thursday, I'll let you all know how I do (and a possible plan of action if I've messed up entirely).
Finished another Patterson book (Now You See Her). Not bad, but he's beginning to bore me a bit. I highly, HIGHLY recommend William Diehl's PRIMAL FEAR for all of you who like crime novels with a proper twist. I love it when I can tell the writer really enjoys his/her work, and does research for the stories accordingly.
Happy Reading, folks!
P.S. This is lovely music to draw/work to... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QB0ordd2nOI
The drive wasn't too bad but it did take about twelve hours... There were excellent swimming pools. We did a bit of bike riding, a mistake in my case because I fell off mine again (not too badly but I am now adorned with a lovely big scar on my right elbow because I skidded on gravel)... It was the one time I wasn't wearing a helmet. It's the fastest I've ever cycled away from an accident site- it was right next to the children's playground and they were all staring, but I didn't want them to see the blood so I cycled back to the condominium as fast as possible. There was a lot of dust in the abrasion so I decided to wash it while I was in shock (doesn't hurt as much then). Got it clean, it's healed, but I always scar quite badly.
This makes me grateful for the fact that when I have my face operation they will be doing the majority, if not all of the work, from the inside of my mouth. This means that if there are any scars they will be on the inside of my mouth, which isn't too bad because people don't judge the inner lining of your cheeks that often.
I've bought some spray paint; three cans (three for a tenner at the shop on Park Street in Bristol, whoop!) because I need to make a birthday present for my mum's friend. I've decided to get a canvas, mak cloud stencils (paper clouds), stick them to the canvas, and then spray paint over them. One of the spray paints is sky blue for this purpose. I did some drawings and practice this afternoon and it's looking pretty good. I'm pleased and surprised- usually I'm not that creative!
I'll try to get some pictures for you at some point so you can see what I've done.
My room's pretty messy at the moment due to the rather large amount of time I'm spending in it every day working on my fun little projects. When we were in France I did some lesson plans for my job in September (very nervous!). I also got offered a possible job at the ice rink as a steward... And I'm now going to coach one of the girls there as well for her skating. Happy days. Everything is going swimmingly at the moment.
Results for AS exams on Thursday, I'll let you all know how I do (and a possible plan of action if I've messed up entirely).
Finished another Patterson book (Now You See Her). Not bad, but he's beginning to bore me a bit. I highly, HIGHLY recommend William Diehl's PRIMAL FEAR for all of you who like crime novels with a proper twist. I love it when I can tell the writer really enjoys his/her work, and does research for the stories accordingly.
Happy Reading, folks!
P.S. This is lovely music to draw/work to... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QB0ordd2nOI
Sunday, 31 July 2011
Riding Elephants
What is cracka lacking? Ah, the hidden depths of improper grammar and pronunciation, I do so love them. What's crackalackin', people!? Hope you're all okay!
I've not started to pack yet. Went for dinner with dad last night. We got onto the subject of dating and other halves. We had a bit of an argument. Dad is only pissed off because the man I'm dating is older than his girlfriend. Apparently she has invited him to learn to ride elephants in September and October in Thailand (hopefully not a euphemism). "This'll be a learning curve," he says. More like learning perv, dad. She's 24. I look forward to meeting her, I said (oh so casually of course). He said no. Bastard.
My dad and I have never got on. While you're in Thailand riding elephants, daddy dearest, I'll be starting my second year of college and enjoying not being harassed for pointless conversations every day or so.
Currently I'm planning lessons for September... Thinking of taking scrabble in as a means to teach more kids how to spell and to be sure of themselves. This evening is filled with a game called boxes... I love it but my little sister (of sorts) is very competitive! We get on now, we never used to but recently she's alright and I think I'm less stressed, leading to a (somewhat) harmonious bond. Back to the game!
Still stunned by Thomas Harris' use of description in his Hannibal novel... insanely good.
Happy reading, folks!
I've not started to pack yet. Went for dinner with dad last night. We got onto the subject of dating and other halves. We had a bit of an argument. Dad is only pissed off because the man I'm dating is older than his girlfriend. Apparently she has invited him to learn to ride elephants in September and October in Thailand (hopefully not a euphemism). "This'll be a learning curve," he says. More like learning perv, dad. She's 24. I look forward to meeting her, I said (oh so casually of course). He said no. Bastard.
My dad and I have never got on. While you're in Thailand riding elephants, daddy dearest, I'll be starting my second year of college and enjoying not being harassed for pointless conversations every day or so.
Currently I'm planning lessons for September... Thinking of taking scrabble in as a means to teach more kids how to spell and to be sure of themselves. This evening is filled with a game called boxes... I love it but my little sister (of sorts) is very competitive! We get on now, we never used to but recently she's alright and I think I'm less stressed, leading to a (somewhat) harmonious bond. Back to the game!
Still stunned by Thomas Harris' use of description in his Hannibal novel... insanely good.
Happy reading, folks!
Sunday, 10 July 2011
THE GORILLAS!!
I noes not (really) how many there are in total, but I noes for sure -FO SHO- that there are around sixty painted gorillas in and around Bristol. I keep finding more and more of them. They're beautiful and have been created to coincide with Bristol Zoo's 175th birthday. I think they're brilliant! The one in Sainsbury's at Clifton Down is spray painted a beautiful blue colour and it has orange spray-strokes on it. They'll be for sale at the end of the exhibit (the auction will be September 10th if I recall correctly) and we want one for our back garden. The proceeds will go to Bristol Zoo. This is one huge HUGE exhibition!
More in terms of art, I went to the museum today to have a look at some Beryl Cook paintings firsthand. Her style is very unique, instantly recognisable (yes, even for a youngster like me!). After the museum visist I carried on up to the RWA to see the Jack Vettriano exhibit, more stunning stuff. He didn;'t start painting until he was twenty-one; self taught, many images of dancers... His paintings sell for up to £744,000 nowadays at auction. Incredible.
Perhaps I ought to pick up a paintbrush? Any of you who know me will be cringing involuntarily in horror at this point...I don't blame you.
More on the average side of life, I've realised the homework I had a week to do (it seems I always have so much time until I have none!) is now due in tomorrow. An essay on... Well, "Assess the contribution of different feminist theories to our understanding of society". Thirty-three marks of pain, I kid you not.
Currently reading (HOW do I find the time!?) James Patterson's CROSS COUNTRY. Also I picked up the Oxford Dictionary of Dentistry at the Library, it's got some amazing information in it. I make it sound like a novel... Well, when you've got as much mteal in your mouth as terminator, you want to know why and how it's working. Teeth-gnashingly interesting stuff, methinks!
Happy reading, folks!
More in terms of art, I went to the museum today to have a look at some Beryl Cook paintings firsthand. Her style is very unique, instantly recognisable (yes, even for a youngster like me!). After the museum visist I carried on up to the RWA to see the Jack Vettriano exhibit, more stunning stuff. He didn;'t start painting until he was twenty-one; self taught, many images of dancers... His paintings sell for up to £744,000 nowadays at auction. Incredible.
Perhaps I ought to pick up a paintbrush? Any of you who know me will be cringing involuntarily in horror at this point...I don't blame you.
More on the average side of life, I've realised the homework I had a week to do (it seems I always have so much time until I have none!) is now due in tomorrow. An essay on... Well, "Assess the contribution of different feminist theories to our understanding of society". Thirty-three marks of pain, I kid you not.
Currently reading (HOW do I find the time!?) James Patterson's CROSS COUNTRY. Also I picked up the Oxford Dictionary of Dentistry at the Library, it's got some amazing information in it. I make it sound like a novel... Well, when you've got as much mteal in your mouth as terminator, you want to know why and how it's working. Teeth-gnashingly interesting stuff, methinks!
Happy reading, folks!
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