If you managed to get through all that, perhaps you'd like to fill it out yourself? I love noseying at them. :)
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bored - Music:Pink Floyd - Goodbye Blue Sky
OK, I think I have the plague.
Well, not really, but it has to be something. Since Monday, I've been laid low by a sore throat. A sore throat! You get one of them by drinking a cup of tea that's slightly too hot. But no, this one is sneaky, and there's no getting rid of it. Which is bad news for my general life - most friends don't want to associate with a stumbling, blanket-shrouded excuse for a human being - but great news for my writing. I can safely ensconce myself in front of the PC with a mug of 'honey and lemon', or whatever the closest food items I could find to this. I've had 'sugar and lime' before now. Cocoon myself in the duvet and type nonsense. S'all good.
Although I'm out today. Going to see a couple of hundred people who're worse off than me (i.e. dead). Yup, it's that creepy bodyworlds exhibition. I've been told it's not as gory as you might think, and I have a kind of macarbre fascination with it. We shall see. I might take ill in the centre. At least then they'd have another art supply...
On the flipside, I finished Artemis Fowl (see, being ill has several manifold attractions). It was decent - not half as nonsensical as I thought it might be. There were examples of the trademark Colferish phrasing, but sadly they were fewer than I would have liked. Then again, as I wouldn't mind an entire book of just the group bantering over...what meal to have, or something, I think anything less would be fewer than I'd like!
See y'all later...or maybe not...:)
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sore - Music:The Maccabees - Toothpaste Kisses
Yep, there's a new book out. Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox. It was interesting buying it - I think once you're old enough to feel embarrassed about walking into the 9-12 year old boys' fiction section, you should stop reading that particular book, but I can't help myself.
Anyroad, I'm geeked out now. What about you? Any opinions on Artemis's sixth outing?
EDITED: Because I have no idea how the cut works...
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dorky - Music:Shed Seven - Disco Down
I weighed myself today.
I did other stuff too, but this is my main point of contention today. You see, I've been losing weight - consciously - for about six months, and unconsciously for about a month beforehand. I'll explain that in a bit.
And I've suceeded, too. I've gone from a BMI of 24.9 (This is very dear to me as 24.9 does not class as medically overweight. It's the very last value of the 'normal' weight range. So I've never been medically overweight. But medically and aesthetically are two very different things). Anyway, I've gone from a BMI of 24.9 to one of 20.7, which puts me at the lower end of the healthy weight range. Which is brilliant. I've taken control of my life etc., etc..
Except now I'm rather stuck. Which is why my 'new' weight has annoyed me so much today. You see, it's not technically my 'new' weight. I've weighed exactly the same - down to the tenth of a pound, we have quite a scientific set of scales! - for over a month now. And it's bugging me, because the weight I want to get to, the weight I've set myself a target of, is about ten pounds below this. It's driving me mad!
I think part of the problem is that I've lost that sense of...well, desperation, I guess. I think most people have felt it at some point in their lives; when you step on a set of scales and the number shoots up and it turns out you've put on the equivalent weight of a small car. You think, "I've got to do something about this, I've got to slim down, get fit and be fabulous!" And then you try it for about a week and get fed up of the constant battle with your rumbling stomach and run into the nearest bakers for a box of a dozen doughnuts. But sometimes the desperation stays with you. Especially for me this time because I had a friend on my side attempting the same thing I was.
Well, in all honesty she started it.
You see, this friend decided she was going to lose weight as part of a new year's resolution. And she decided, God knows why, that I was going to help keep her motivated to do the exercise part that went with it. So here was me, quite happy with my sedentary lifestyle, slowly eating my way through the entire chocolate supply of Belgium, and this figure comes along, hauls me out of my nest of Snickers wrappers and forces me to jog up and down a muddy field in the middle of winter. It felt brilliant. And exhausting.
Anyway, so her 'can-do' attitude inspired me, and after a month of feeling cold, ridiculous and generally getting rather soggy, I finally started to 'get' it. I'd still dread the jogging - although we did move to a slightly more civilised road after the field flooded - but in a wierd way, look forward to it. And we added swimming, cycling and occasionally dog-walking to our list of activities. We'd spend this time bonding over our weight-loss experience, spur each other on, laugh at each other, the lot.
Only now, the git that she is, she's reached her goal. So she's there, nearly three stone lighter, happy as Larry, and I'm stuck with ten pounds that's refusing to shift.
Part of me thinks it's just me nit-picking, as I don't look overweight any more. On the contrary, quite a few people (Admittedly the most vocal and memorable is my Mother, who thought I had a variety of eating disorders before I lost any weight, so I take her opinion with a pinch of salt) have commented on how much better I look now, and how much slimmer. So it could just be that I've reached my ideal body weight and simply can't lose any more. Who knows? Perhaps I'm just consigned to being one of those women who always want to be 'just ten pounds' lighter.
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discontent - Music:Last Shadow Puppets - The Age of the Understatement
...and other things that haven't happened yet.
Namely, my revision.
I've been meaning to start for almost a month now. Admittedly, I still have over two months until the first exam, but given that the amount of exams I was taking worked out at around twenty-seven, that two and a half months starts to look...well...short.
So today I started. Finally. Still not exactly properly, since I was at a party* the night before and a little bit tender, shall we say. But still started. Pen went to paper in an historic moment when JuliennePotato decided to do some academic work that didn't have the threat of a detention hovering over it.
What form did this revision take, I hear you ask? The 100 most common French verbs. It's really irritating, since I decided the 100 most common ones (i.e., found a website that told me 'these are the most common French verbs!') but now have to work out whether they are regular or not, and if not, how in the name of all that is holy am I going to remember the irregular ones?
Ah, well. It's not as though the teacher expects grrrreat things from me anyway. For most people that would be a motivator (You know, 'I'll show you!') but for me it's a reassurance. If I'm not expected to do well, nobody gets disappointed when I don't.
Yeah, I'm a slacker. What of it?
Too lazy to write more,
JuliennePotato
*Sorry, but it deserves a mention. The party was awesome (It was fancy dress, which may have had something to do with it). That's all, but it was. :)
- Mood:
lazy - Music:We'll Live and Die in These Towns - The Enemy
So why am I blogging again after my waste of megabytes post last Octobertime? Who am I kidding, like you care! You quite possibly clicked on this page accidentally after googling a cure for haemorrhoid cream or whatever it is that tickles your fancy (I wrote ’fancy’ as ‘face’ first, I think that’s actually a better phrase).
Anyway. Let’s work under the assumption that you actually intended to be here. I think if I start a blog on a day when I did something somebody out there might have a passing interest in hearing we might get somewhere. So what did I do? Went to The Wombats gig.
Well, it was actually yesterday, but it was a little hard to blog about it then, what with being sandwiched between a semi-naked man and a glowstick-wielding twentysomething. A computer would just have been too much to squeeze in. Although it would have given me a more interesting three-word description than ’curly-hair girl’.
What do you want to know? They’re really good live - have a good relationship with the crowd, etc. and other stuff like that. The singer got out of time a couple of times, but that may have been more to do with nerves than anything else, and it wasn’t like it was that noticeable (The only reason I picked up on it was because I play pieces of music out of time so much I have to listen really carefully to pick up the tempo).
The support acts were a little less good. I’m not so sure about Eugene McGuinness - we only caught the last couple of songs from him and one was the slow, dreary-hippie variety that you don’t particularly want on a Friday night when you’re glittered upto the eyeballs (literally. Glitter eyeliner. It’s the future). However, Glasvegas...or whatever the other band was called. They were Scottish and had something to do with Glasgow in their band name, anyway. They were rubbish. Sort of. They played three songs (or one extended one, we couldn’t quite work out which since they were fond of their drones), including a cover of ‘You are my Sunshine’ and then got heckled off.
But back to The Wombats. I’d recommend seeing them if - as the all-knowing allmusicguide.com says - you’re a fan of funny semi-satirical bands with quirky, witty sorts of lyrics and a very bouncy attitude. And hair*.
OK, allmusicguide.com doesn’t phrase it quite that way. It also neglects to mention that one of the band members (the bassist, I think) is Norwegian and sings Postman Pat in Norwegian.
I think that’s about all I have to say. So if anyone’s planning to go see The Wombats, they definitely still have a fan over here. Which has probably just doomed their musical career. :)
You can find The Wombats official site here.
*The hair’s bouncy, I mean. Not just that they have hair. Although they do, so if that’s a deciding factor in your musical taste, take this as a ringing affirmative that there is hair between the three band members.
- Mood:
chipper - Music:The Wombats - Backfire at the Disco
Looks like it's a new blog, lassie!
Let's start where all good friendships do: In a drunken stupor with hello!
OK, well, I never make a good first impression, so I think it's probably best if I tell you why I'm here and then scarper, we might make it out with minimal damage.
Although, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure why I'm here. I've had a blog before, which I stuck with for a few years, but then all the friends I made from that moved on, so I was left on my own little island type-thing (hence the title of this page. See, not just vain!). But since going cold-turkey from blogging since then, I've found I miss it more than you should miss telling people you've never met about the intimate details of your daily life.
So, to summarize, I got LiveJournal to talk, and hopefully be talked back at.
There are also attempts at humour here and there, but I think if you just ignore them, they'll go away, since their vision is based on movement. :)
Here's to the start of something beautiful!
- Mood: dorky
- Music:The Klaxons - Golden Skans
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