That's what i've been! I have a job as a Santa photographer and have been flat out. When i'm not calming down children and taking happy snaps i'm playing Sims3, wrapping presents, fixing my quilt and altering petticoats. So busy. I'm sure nobody really cares whether i update this or not so i don't think i will for a while!
I'm gonna go take a nap. Ex-hausted.
Sunday, December 11
Saturday, November 26
Summer to do list and short update
Quite a few things have happened since i last updated!
With my birthday out of the way i studied for my exams and finished them mid this week. Then i got a job! Exciting, i know! Two and a half years of job hunting finally paid off.
1. Buy the Deathly Hallows part 2 DVD and have a Potter marathon. A proper one. Without stopping.
2. Take Alanah shopping for her Birthday present.
3. Buy a swimsuit. Preferably a pre-60s style one.
4. Actually wear it to the beach.
5. Sew a christmas dress
6. Sew a pinafore
7. Sew an early Victorian era maid’s apron
8. Read; Snuff - Terry Pratchett
9. Read; Will Grayson, Will Grayson - John Green & David Levithan
10. Write out christmas cards & decide on presents
11. Sort through the piles of old, year 11 and 12 artwork underneath the sofa. Bin most of it.
12. Paint at least one portrait. In oils.
13. Take a minimum of two bags of clothes to an op shop.
14. Obtain a tweed jacket for Female!Eleven costume.
15. Record another Amy Pond impressions vlog. Properly. Why is the last one on 300 views most of it is just me talking about mum being sick.
16. Finish reading;Reaper Man - Terry Pratchett, Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
17. Read; Anne’s House of Dreams - L.M.Montgomery
18. Learn how to light and maintain our paraffin lamps.
19. Visit the Harry Potter exhibition in Sydney and see the wonderful Alexandra and various other people who i haven’t organised what i am doing with yet.
20. Decorate the house for Christmas. Properly. I expect there to be lights and tinsel everywhere. E v e r y w h e r e.
21. Read The Hunger Games, else be murdered when you return to Uni and you-know-who finds you forgot to read them.
22. Read the Chronicles of Narnia in chronological order
23. Clean my room
I finished all my assignments for Uni and started studying for my exams.
Then on the 11th i had a pretty awesome birthday, with some really awesome people. Milly (pictured centre) and Alex got me Harry Potter lego, which is the first lego i've ever owned!
Caitlin bought me a TARDIS mug, and i got a lot of tea from Lana.
With my birthday out of the way i studied for my exams and finished them mid this week. Then i got a job! Exciting, i know! Two and a half years of job hunting finally paid off.
So now, over summer i'm relaxing and fulfilling a list of things to do!
As well as slowly decorating for christmas :)
This is the list as it currently stands;
4. Actually wear it to the beach.
5. Sew a christmas dress
6. Sew a pinafore
7. Sew an early Victorian era maid’s apron
16. Finish reading;
17. Read; Anne’s House of Dreams - L.M.Montgomery
18. Learn how to light and maintain our paraffin lamps.
22. Read the Chronicles of Narnia in chronological order
Friday, November 4
THE Amy Pond jumper
You know the one i mean. The bright red dolman sleeved number she wears in Flesh and stone/Time of angels. The one she is most commonly depicted wearing.
This one;
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I bought it.
Well, one of them. They are available through American Apparel, if you didn't already know, and come in various colours. It's one size fits all, though, so i'm not too sure how it'll turn out. I'll keep you posted on that!
Want one? (Well of course you do!) If you're in Australia you can click -this link- or you could just head on over to your American Apparel online store and search for "Unisex dolman sleeve hoodie"
It's back in stock, though, so it mightn't be around for long!
Well, one of them. They are available through American Apparel, if you didn't already know, and come in various colours. It's one size fits all, though, so i'm not too sure how it'll turn out. I'll keep you posted on that!
Want one? (Well of course you do!) If you're in Australia you can click -this link- or you could just head on over to your American Apparel online store and search for "Unisex dolman sleeve hoodie"
It's back in stock, though, so it mightn't be around for long!
P.S. I am so excited for it to arrive but mum wont let me camp out at my letter box for 5+ days
Friday, October 28
I think i may have pulled a muscle in my back
That title may end up being completely unrelated, i have no idea, i haven't finished writing this post yet. In fact, believe it or not, i am actually only 30 words in. Crazy huh? Anyway, i just adjusted my sitting position on the couch ready to write this and a muscle in my back* just went "lol nope" and it really flipping hurts.
A quick explanation as to why i missed a few weeks of blogging; because i did. Sorry to myself for failing the blog at least once a week challenge. My bad.
Guess what? Alright i'll just tell you; i have one assignment and two exams left before i'm finished for the year! 'Course, that one assignment is worth 50% of my overall grade for that subject, and is due in a week... Hey, i've started the outline, i'm not leaving it until 4 days before it's due for once, be proud of me or something!
Hey, it's two weeks today until my birthday! Not to mention, in 64 days i can eat chocolate again :)
If you have no idea what i mean, go here: 365 days without chocolate!
I should really start planning my blog posts.
Here is a picture of me that adequately demonstrates how i have been feeling for the past week or so
That was a really nice orange, actually, and if i wasn't about to eat a finger bun i'd go grab another.
OH what about combining oranges and finger buns?! .... On second thoughts, i think putting two good things together and hoping for the best really only works with fish fingers and custard. I'm not game enough to try orange and finger bun.
Alright, iCal is telling me i need to either revise for my Human Body test or get on with that report, so i must be off! Sorry this was so disjointed but SUCK IT UP.
Get it? Because of the orange.. and.. oh forget it.
*It feels like it could be my Thoracolumba fascia, but it's more than likely just my Latissimus dorsi.
Thoughts which occurred to me whilst writing this post;
A quick explanation as to why i missed a few weeks of blogging; because i did. Sorry to myself for failing the blog at least once a week challenge. My bad.
~ONWARDS~
Guess what? Alright i'll just tell you; i have one assignment and two exams left before i'm finished for the year! 'Course, that one assignment is worth 50% of my overall grade for that subject, and is due in a week... Hey, i've started the outline, i'm not leaving it until 4 days before it's due for once, be proud of me or something!
Hey, it's two weeks today until my birthday! Not to mention, in 64 days i can eat chocolate again :)
If you have no idea what i mean, go here: 365 days without chocolate!
I should really start planning my blog posts.
Here is a picture of me that adequately demonstrates how i have been feeling for the past week or so
That was a really nice orange, actually, and if i wasn't about to eat a finger bun i'd go grab another.
OH what about combining oranges and finger buns?! .... On second thoughts, i think putting two good things together and hoping for the best really only works with fish fingers and custard. I'm not game enough to try orange and finger bun.
Alright, iCal is telling me i need to either revise for my Human Body test or get on with that report, so i must be off! Sorry this was so disjointed but SUCK IT UP.
Get it? Because of the orange.. and.. oh forget it.
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*It feels like it could be my Thoracolumba fascia, but it's more than likely just my Latissimus dorsi.
Thoughts which occurred to me whilst writing this post;
- I wish i could Ctrl+Shift+C and motherlode my life.
- Do you think deaf people who are skilled at lip reading can understand cartoons? Maybe it's the mark of a good animator when a deaf person can lip read what the characters are saying...
- There is a hole in the lining of one of my bags, and this means i have a huge secret compartment that all of my pencils and pens like to disappear to. It was so secret even i didn't know about it for the first few days.
Sunday, October 16
I am so unbelievably thick
I am not going to be private or discreet over this. It's my party blog I can cry if write what I want to.
In the last few weeks of my "relationship"* with my last boyfriend I suspected that he fancied someone else, who is probably rather lovely. I ignored this hunch of course, thinking that I could trust him to be honest with me. Oh how wrong I was. He will deny it and say that wasn't the case, but there's no use because I am so over his lies, you have no idea. I was so certain that he was a nice, honest and caring person. Which he is, when the situation calls for it. I would not have hated him if he had been honest with me. I knew there was someone else yet he denied it and I followed suit. "It's the distance, it's too much" he would say, when what he meant was "there is someone here who I can be close to and i'd much rather be with her".
I am just so angry, I feel sick, I hate myself for trusting him and for ignoring my hunch. I really wish he had been honest with me, we could probably still be friends if he had. That is what I hate the most.
Not to mention how swiftly he managed to move on. Several days, was it?
And I know you will read this, Cody Shuttleworth, so I would like you to know that I HATE you. I am not going to take this back. I swear to it, I will hate you for a rather long time. I will not stop hating you, but I will move on with my life because you are not worth even thinking about.
That is all.
*I now use this term very loosely.
In the last few weeks of my "relationship"* with my last boyfriend I suspected that he fancied someone else, who is probably rather lovely. I ignored this hunch of course, thinking that I could trust him to be honest with me. Oh how wrong I was. He will deny it and say that wasn't the case, but there's no use because I am so over his lies, you have no idea. I was so certain that he was a nice, honest and caring person. Which he is, when the situation calls for it. I would not have hated him if he had been honest with me. I knew there was someone else yet he denied it and I followed suit. "It's the distance, it's too much" he would say, when what he meant was "there is someone here who I can be close to and i'd much rather be with her".
I am just so angry, I feel sick, I hate myself for trusting him and for ignoring my hunch. I really wish he had been honest with me, we could probably still be friends if he had. That is what I hate the most.
Not to mention how swiftly he managed to move on. Several days, was it?
And I know you will read this, Cody Shuttleworth, so I would like you to know that I HATE you. I am not going to take this back. I swear to it, I will hate you for a rather long time. I will not stop hating you, but I will move on with my life because you are not worth even thinking about.
That is all.
*I now use this term very loosely.
Friday, October 7
This is a title
Distance is horrible. Being really far away from someone you care about makes everything ten times harder. I can't do LDR's anymore.
I really.. i can't write at the moment.
Here, have a youtube video i rather like..
Monday, October 3
I love my Segway
It has been well over a week since my last post and for that i am sorry.
A lot has happened, however not a lot that i can blog about. Does that make sense? I could quite easily rant about certain social events which took place in my (usually mundane) life over the past week, but it would turn into a bitch-fest. I would be led to write some really hurtful things and then people would read them and i would probably be killed. So, instead, this is a short post to say; a lot has been happening, but not a lot that i can tell you lovely people about.
Do you all remember how i am supposed to be reading Terry Pratchett's Discworld series in publishing order? Well i have decided, as of about half an hour ago, that it does not apply to any of his Tiffany Aching books. Why? Because we bought 'I can wear midnight' yesterday and i want to read it now.
Adios Amigos.
*Someone actually asked me, in a comment on one of my vlogs, what "this Segway phrase" is that i keep using. Because, clearly, every time i change topic in a vlog i think of motorised, two wheeled transportation.
A lot has happened, however not a lot that i can blog about. Does that make sense? I could quite easily rant about certain social events which took place in my (usually mundane) life over the past week, but it would turn into a bitch-fest. I would be led to write some really hurtful things and then people would read them and i would probably be killed. So, instead, this is a short post to say; a lot has been happening, but not a lot that i can tell you lovely people about.
~Segue*~
Do you all remember how i am supposed to be reading Terry Pratchett's Discworld series in publishing order? Well i have decided, as of about half an hour ago, that it does not apply to any of his Tiffany Aching books. Why? Because we bought 'I can wear midnight' yesterday and i want to read it now.
Adios Amigos.
*Someone actually asked me, in a comment on one of my vlogs, what "this Segway phrase" is that i keep using. Because, clearly, every time i change topic in a vlog i think of motorised, two wheeled transportation.
Friday, September 23
Thursday, September 22
A picture, a link and not much else
Today i went mad. I was on hold for a total of about 2.7 hours today. Internet connection troubles. That is all i shall say on the subject.
In other news;
http://lrs.unisa.edu.au/ess/echo/presentation/5f304f6d-e54e-4e48-8660-11d476b541b5
if you skip through to 18:20 you can hear me breaking down into hysterics over Erectile Dysfunction, Ash's bit after my breakdown is quite hilarious also, and then i quickly gave my section before succumbing to the inevitable giggle fit. Ohhh boy.
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http://lrs.unisa.edu.au/ess/echo/presentation/5f304f6d-e54e-4e48-8660-11d476b541b5
if you skip through to 18:20 you can hear me breaking down into hysterics over Erectile Dysfunction, Ash's bit after my breakdown is quite hilarious also, and then i quickly gave my section before succumbing to the inevitable giggle fit. Ohhh boy.
Monday, September 19
It's a serious problem, guys
We had a full day workshop on Epidemiology today. We then broke off into groups to research and then present on a topic. My friends and i chose Erectile Dysfunction. And oh my god, i couldn't do it, i was in a fit of giggles and i couldn't control myself. Ash decided to try and ease my pain and spoke while i was trying to calm down but then he said "so if you want to get into some Hanky Panky then that's not really possible-" and i was GONE. I ended up giving my bit of the presentation in a really strained voice, having to take breaks to constantly say "i'm so sorry this is a really serious issue but i just can't compose myself"
I stupidly included a joke, i mean, everyone laughed it was great, but i was in tears laughing at that point oh my god.
I was so embarrassed, the lecturers assessing us ended their response with "and ten points for managing to include the phrases 'Hanky Panky', 'You've gotta be keen' and 'You lot suck' into your presentation"
I stupidly included a joke, i mean, everyone laughed it was great, but i was in tears laughing at that point oh my god.
I was so embarrassed, the lecturers assessing us ended their response with "and ten points for managing to include the phrases 'Hanky Panky', 'You've gotta be keen' and 'You lot suck' into your presentation"
Tuesday, September 13
The little things
I'm one to be fascinated by the small differences in the world. Someone's quirks, their actions, the way old buildings are drowned out by tall, bland flat things with no detail... you name it. Small details that often get overlooked. I can't resist them. I'm not always alert to the small details, to the little things, i often get distracted or i'm too busy.
From time to time though i'll catch myself focusing on the refined details of someone's personality, the way their eyes change depending on who they're talking about... which direction their mouth curves when they half-smile... the little things. Do they feel the need to press the button at the pedestrian crossing a certain number of times? one... two... three... wait a while... two more quick presses... getting frustrated, pressing it viciously over and over again... watching the traffic lights... cars have stopped and they're crossing before the green man is illuminated.
It's not only people, either. In fact, it's probably more-so the world in general that i notice.
The week before last i went for a rather long walk (turns out i ended up walking about 10km more than i thought i had) and as i recall i spent about 10 minutes just staring at a building. I stood on a nearby bench and just stared at it. Before i add why, that does sound a little odd, doesn't it? And i'm sure i looked very strange to passers by. This building had a large black band across one wall with hundreds of little LED lights and scrolling across it were scientific poems and jokes. The Australian Science Media Centre (AusSMC), for anyone who might be interested. Anyway, i was determined to read all of it and find how long it took for the obvious loop of text to be repeated. It took longer than i expected, but it was really interesting so i didn't exactly mind. Or notice.
My point is, i was the only one taking the time to read it, all the business people obviously were not phased because they'd seen it all before, and strangely didn't even seem to notice me, someone who obviously did not belong there, standing on a bench and staring incessantly at a building. I suppose if i'd been dancing around or making some noise i'd have been noticed.
Isn't it odd how people get so caught up in their texting or iPods and fail to notice the world around them? I keep coming back to this point, i know, it's getting old Victoria would you stop now please, but honestly i don't understand how people can be happy to just go about their lives without seeing the beauty in the world. The only time anyone seems to notice the smaller details is if it's 3am and they're in an unoccupied part of the city. At which point they suddenly think absolutely everything is out to get them and oh my goodness what was that noise?
From time to time though i'll catch myself focusing on the refined details of someone's personality, the way their eyes change depending on who they're talking about... which direction their mouth curves when they half-smile... the little things. Do they feel the need to press the button at the pedestrian crossing a certain number of times? one... two... three... wait a while... two more quick presses... getting frustrated, pressing it viciously over and over again... watching the traffic lights... cars have stopped and they're crossing before the green man is illuminated.
It's not only people, either. In fact, it's probably more-so the world in general that i notice.
The week before last i went for a rather long walk (turns out i ended up walking about 10km more than i thought i had) and as i recall i spent about 10 minutes just staring at a building. I stood on a nearby bench and just stared at it. Before i add why, that does sound a little odd, doesn't it? And i'm sure i looked very strange to passers by. This building had a large black band across one wall with hundreds of little LED lights and scrolling across it were scientific poems and jokes. The Australian Science Media Centre (AusSMC), for anyone who might be interested. Anyway, i was determined to read all of it and find how long it took for the obvious loop of text to be repeated. It took longer than i expected, but it was really interesting so i didn't exactly mind. Or notice.
My point is, i was the only one taking the time to read it, all the business people obviously were not phased because they'd seen it all before, and strangely didn't even seem to notice me, someone who obviously did not belong there, standing on a bench and staring incessantly at a building. I suppose if i'd been dancing around or making some noise i'd have been noticed.
Isn't it odd how people get so caught up in their texting or iPods and fail to notice the world around them? I keep coming back to this point, i know, it's getting old Victoria would you stop now please, but honestly i don't understand how people can be happy to just go about their lives without seeing the beauty in the world. The only time anyone seems to notice the smaller details is if it's 3am and they're in an unoccupied part of the city. At which point they suddenly think absolutely everything is out to get them and oh my goodness what was that noise?
Sunday, September 11
So this was my Sunday
Quite a lot of interesting or blog-worthy things happened today!
The first is simply an awkward situation i had at work. I realise i have never mentioned this on my blog before but at the ice rink where i work i often get regular customers, but that's usually young kids who like to follow me around quizzing me on Harry Potter, so i'm not complaining! Though we have one regular who used to skate Friday nights several years ago, and has only recently started coming back on Sunday mornings. He is 23 (?) and very... forward. I wont drag this out much longer, basically, he started asking a lot of questions about how the hell i can have a boyfriend on the internet who i have never met. And the last question he asked before i refused to talk to him anymore was "So... are you a naughty girl or a good girl?". It just made me really uncomfortable! I asked him what business it was of his and he was all "oh.. just interested, i mean-" 'No. You do not ask people that. What the hell?! Please leave me alone!"
My boss just laughed at me and said i should have replied with "I'm a naughty girl". To which i retorted with a nice long glare, which of course just made him laugh more.
So that was work today.
Onwards and upwards! Usually my parents visit my Grandmother whilst i am at work on Sundays, so this means i never get to go and see her, which is sad because i love her dearly! So today i convinced my Father to take me after work to see her. My Nan is the cutest little old lady ever, she doesn't even measure up to my shoulders anymore. Her new house has been decorated in true Grandmother-style, ornate rugs on all of the things, basically. Oh, and a whole lot of books! But that's not my point. My point is, that my Nan is a huge sucker for romance and gossip. We've just had a wedding several days ago which she couldn't attend, in Ireland, so she is really very interested in everything love-related at the moment. Which brings us to the actual point of all of this ramble! Phew. Sorry.
So i got talking to my Nan about my boyfriend who is in New Zealand (Hi Cody! Look, i'm mentioning you!) and she got all excited, telling me that i should use the money she gave me towards a car to go and see him. Which i am fine with! Dad cut in though and said that "if he likes her enough he'll come see her in January, she isn't to go gallivanting across the globe!". Nan had a bit of a sulk for... about a minute, when she realised that meant she would be able to meet him in January. She proceeded to convince Dad that he has to stay with us. Nan and i are a good team.
I'm going to install Skype for her next weekend and teach her how to use it "Ooh i shall email all of my friends and tell them!!".
And one last thing, update on the dungarees;
So the bleach did work, but they're still a bit darker than i want, so i'll bleach them again quite soon!
I hope you all had nice weekends :)
The first is simply an awkward situation i had at work. I realise i have never mentioned this on my blog before but at the ice rink where i work i often get regular customers, but that's usually young kids who like to follow me around quizzing me on Harry Potter, so i'm not complaining! Though we have one regular who used to skate Friday nights several years ago, and has only recently started coming back on Sunday mornings. He is 23 (?) and very... forward. I wont drag this out much longer, basically, he started asking a lot of questions about how the hell i can have a boyfriend on the internet who i have never met. And the last question he asked before i refused to talk to him anymore was "So... are you a naughty girl or a good girl?". It just made me really uncomfortable! I asked him what business it was of his and he was all "oh.. just interested, i mean-" 'No. You do not ask people that. What the hell?! Please leave me alone!"
My boss just laughed at me and said i should have replied with "I'm a naughty girl". To which i retorted with a nice long glare, which of course just made him laugh more.
So that was work today.
Onwards and upwards! Usually my parents visit my Grandmother whilst i am at work on Sundays, so this means i never get to go and see her, which is sad because i love her dearly! So today i convinced my Father to take me after work to see her. My Nan is the cutest little old lady ever, she doesn't even measure up to my shoulders anymore. Her new house has been decorated in true Grandmother-style, ornate rugs on all of the things, basically. Oh, and a whole lot of books! But that's not my point. My point is, that my Nan is a huge sucker for romance and gossip. We've just had a wedding several days ago which she couldn't attend, in Ireland, so she is really very interested in everything love-related at the moment. Which brings us to the actual point of all of this ramble! Phew. Sorry.
So i got talking to my Nan about my boyfriend who is in New Zealand (Hi Cody! Look, i'm mentioning you!) and she got all excited, telling me that i should use the money she gave me towards a car to go and see him. Which i am fine with! Dad cut in though and said that "if he likes her enough he'll come see her in January, she isn't to go gallivanting across the globe!". Nan had a bit of a sulk for... about a minute, when she realised that meant she would be able to meet him in January. She proceeded to convince Dad that he has to stay with us. Nan and i are a good team.
I'm going to install Skype for her next weekend and teach her how to use it "Ooh i shall email all of my friends and tell them!!".
And one last thing, update on the dungarees;
Bee Four
Aft Her
So the bleach did work, but they're still a bit darker than i want, so i'll bleach them again quite soon!
I hope you all had nice weekends :)
Saturday, September 10
Today i altered some overalls
Except i call them dungarees, but it seems i am the only person left in my age group who does so, therefore i translated the title for you all.
I cut the legs shorter and then attacked them with sandpaper, though you can't tell because of the webcam quality. After which i soaked them in diluted bleach, though i think i diluted it a bit too much because they still look quite dark to me. (picture is pre-bleach)
They're on the washing line now, and as luck would have it, it has just started to pour down with rain! Not to worry. I also might bleach them again next time i'm looking for something to procrastinate with.
Unfinished projects. I don't mean to have so many of them! I just get bored so easily. Well, that and i have a lot of other things i need to get done! None of which i am doing now, of course.
What else? OH! The Nike Air Mag/Marty McFly kicks! How brilliant are they? Everyone seems to be kicking up a fuss because they don't auto-adjust, but the way i see it, come 2015 maybe they will?!
Anyway, we had a BttF marathon last night, and decided that if we were to turn it into a drinking game it'd be as follows:
Anyway, we had a BttF marathon last night, and decided that if we were to turn it into a drinking game it'd be as follows:
- Take a shot every time Doc says "GREAT SCOTT!"
- A shot for every time Marty McFly runs a hand through his hair
- A drink every time Doc raises his eyebrows
- Every time Doc has a massive freak out or starts explaining things at a ridiculous pace, you have to drink until he calms down
And then we decided you would be under the table about half an hour into the first film.
GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR!
GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR!
Tuesday, September 6
n... new what? huh?
For an hour there i didn't think this new interface/editing/thing was going to load!
That probably doesn't make sense, but, basically i've apparently upgraded to the new Blogger and it looks very nice but it is confusing and takes a while to load.
Oh, i can add my location now? uhhhh.... no thanks!
Look here! I can allow or not allow comments! I get so many comments, that will be really useful for when i don't want to allow all of those thousands of comments that i get. Thanks, Blogger!
Another thing i seem to be able to do with this new interfaceywhateveritis is i can look at the statistics for who views my blog! I was not aware these stats existed, but apparently i had a few hundred views last month which is... which is news! I um... I was quite certain that only a handful of people read this. Maybe only a handful of people do, and they have really slow internet like me and need to refresh the page 20 times before it loads properly.
In other, and fortunately completely unrelated news (And now for something completely different), I started Pratchett's 'Witches Abroad' about 10 days ago, and without any intense reading sessions i finished it this afternoon! This is a bit of an accomplishment for me, considering i had an essay to write, the Royal Show to attend and several other time consuming things to do.
The Show was quite a bit of fun. I bought some rose water turkish delight and i've all but inhaled it. I do this every year. I'll be wandering through the wool shed thinking about re-learning how to spin wool as i have a spinning wheel now, i'll saunter up to the Melba's stand and grab a small tub of the glorious god-given treat and then i'll be wishing for months to come that i'd robbed nearby children of their spending pennies and bought the entire stock load.
Yet another off-the-top-of-my-head thought, my hair is getting quite long, i like this.
And... that's all for now!
That probably doesn't make sense, but, basically i've apparently upgraded to the new Blogger and it looks very nice but it is confusing and takes a while to load.
Oh, i can add my location now? uhhhh.... no thanks!
Look here! I can allow or not allow comments! I get so many comments, that will be really useful for when i don't want to allow all of those thousands of comments that i get. Thanks, Blogger!
Another thing i seem to be able to do with this new interfaceywhateveritis is i can look at the statistics for who views my blog! I was not aware these stats existed, but apparently i had a few hundred views last month which is... which is news! I um... I was quite certain that only a handful of people read this. Maybe only a handful of people do, and they have really slow internet like me and need to refresh the page 20 times before it loads properly.
In other, and fortunately completely unrelated news (And now for something completely different), I started Pratchett's 'Witches Abroad' about 10 days ago, and without any intense reading sessions i finished it this afternoon! This is a bit of an accomplishment for me, considering i had an essay to write, the Royal Show to attend and several other time consuming things to do.
The Show was quite a bit of fun. I bought some rose water turkish delight and i've all but inhaled it. I do this every year. I'll be wandering through the wool shed thinking about re-learning how to spin wool as i have a spinning wheel now, i'll saunter up to the Melba's stand and grab a small tub of the glorious god-given treat and then i'll be wishing for months to come that i'd robbed nearby children of their spending pennies and bought the entire stock load.
Yet another off-the-top-of-my-head thought, my hair is getting quite long, i like this.
And... that's all for now!
Tuesday, August 30
Dresses
There is just something about dresses that i love. I have always loved dresses, even when i was going through that moody, pre-pubescent "i will wear only baggy, black clothing" phase. I was just in denial.
We have what i like to call a progress report from when i was little, and it says that my favourite activity is to "twirl about in frilly dresses" which is still true today.
I have several favourite dresses, but my upmost favourite i have only worn once.
We have what i like to call a progress report from when i was little, and it says that my favourite activity is to "twirl about in frilly dresses" which is still true today.
I have several favourite dresses, but my upmost favourite i have only worn once.
I bought and altered it for a party in.. oh, about October last year? Being quite a major party, everyone has seen this dress, and i'm not one to never wear a dress i like twice, but it was at this party, in October, that i met mister Michael who then became my boyfriend in April. So it's kind of linked with that memory... meeting a really nice boy who wasn't on the internet and actually took an interest in me for the first time.
I really want to wear this dress again, though. Ah well maybe i'll have the confidence to soon.
In other news, here are a selection of dresses i have loved over the years from ModCloth.com, which i plan to sew at some point in time (probably this Summer)
I'll let you know if i make any dresses this Summer, which i should do, because they are so much fun to make.
Sunday, August 28
Ugh.
Sorry for not blogging or whatever. Only two or three people read this so i don't know why i'm even bothering.
Do you know what i'm afraid of? Not the dark. Not being alone or lost or death or anything like that. I'm not afraid i'll never find someone to love me, i'm not afraid i'll get murdered and i'm not afraid of choking on small objects, which is apparently a very serious fear that some percentage of the population experience. They worry too much in my opinion.
Where was i? Oh, right, the thing i am afraid of... i appear to have forgotten what it was. Oh well.
You know what? I don't really enjoy Nursing. No, that's a lie, I enjoy Nursing, i'm just not passionate about it.
I wonder what i am passionate about... i'm sure i'll find out in due course. It'll probably be something cheesy like a person or something. Cody, watch out.
Maybe that's it, i'm afraid i'll never find my "calling" in life... it certainly isn't Nursing. Well, it might be a specific field of Nursing, and i just haven't realised it yet. I don't know. But somehow i don't think it is Art, either... So i'm feeling lost at the moment. It's not a good feeling.
Maybe i will go live under a bridge and fling stones at small children.
"Gilbert darling, don't lets ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!"
Do you know what i'm afraid of? Not the dark. Not being alone or lost or death or anything like that. I'm not afraid i'll never find someone to love me, i'm not afraid i'll get murdered and i'm not afraid of choking on small objects, which is apparently a very serious fear that some percentage of the population experience. They worry too much in my opinion.
Where was i? Oh, right, the thing i am afraid of... i appear to have forgotten what it was. Oh well.
You know what? I don't really enjoy Nursing. No, that's a lie, I enjoy Nursing, i'm just not passionate about it.
I wonder what i am passionate about... i'm sure i'll find out in due course. It'll probably be something cheesy like a person or something. Cody, watch out.
Maybe that's it, i'm afraid i'll never find my "calling" in life... it certainly isn't Nursing. Well, it might be a specific field of Nursing, and i just haven't realised it yet. I don't know. But somehow i don't think it is Art, either... So i'm feeling lost at the moment. It's not a good feeling.
Maybe i will go live under a bridge and fling stones at small children.
Thursday, August 18
Tea
So i finally got around to uploading the vlog i recorded last month, it's really quite terrible but is better than nothing!
So far this year i have tried countless different types of herbal tea, but i still want more suggestions! So go leave me a comment with your top three teas that you would recommend and i'll try them out :)
Not much more from me today i'm afraid, i am really very ill and might go to sleep soon, but i still need to make a start on an assignment.
I just want cuddles and... well anything. Any TV show you like.
So far this year i have tried countless different types of herbal tea, but i still want more suggestions! So go leave me a comment with your top three teas that you would recommend and i'll try them out :)
Not much more from me today i'm afraid, i am really very ill and might go to sleep soon, but i still need to make a start on an assignment.
I just want cuddles and... well anything. Any TV show you like.
Wednesday, August 17
I'm still sick!
This cold is not getting better, it is getting worse.
I have a feeling that i'll be spending my entire day in bed, reading and attempting to start my first assignment for this semester... but it's not due until Monday and we all know what i'm like.
Slightly, well, completely off topic, but i think Michelle Dockery was a perfect casting choice for Susan Sto Helit in the TV movie of Hogfather. I also wish they would do more film renditions of Pratchett books... I loved Going Postal and all the others, they are always done so well! Besides, i need something other than Doctor Who to entertain me on these sick days. Which i don't think i'll ever be rid of. This is the longest i have been sick in forever!
Might go open my window, it's really sunny out today!
Mum has just brought me the Show magazine, brb checking out showbags.
This has been a horribly short post... here, have a picture of us at the Adelaide Show in 2008;
I have a feeling that i'll be spending my entire day in bed, reading and attempting to start my first assignment for this semester... but it's not due until Monday and we all know what i'm like.
Slightly, well, completely off topic, but i think Michelle Dockery was a perfect casting choice for Susan Sto Helit in the TV movie of Hogfather. I also wish they would do more film renditions of Pratchett books... I loved Going Postal and all the others, they are always done so well! Besides, i need something other than Doctor Who to entertain me on these sick days. Which i don't think i'll ever be rid of. This is the longest i have been sick in forever!
Might go open my window, it's really sunny out today!
Mum has just brought me the Show magazine, brb checking out showbags.
This has been a horribly short post... here, have a picture of us at the Adelaide Show in 2008;
i was a cool kid.
Tuesday, August 16
I'm paying attention, honest!
I am really terrible at listening in lectures. I'm in one right now, and the lecturer is really interesting but i am just too tired!
I have decided that i need to spend more time at home studying, as well as paying attention in classes or lectures, because currently all i do at home is tumblr and facebook and general social interaction type things. This, of course, is not at all good for my studies! I'm very slow to get back into uni mode, but i'm getting there. 4 weeks in and i'm finally doing my readings, getting folders and printing off lecture notes. I have no idea what else to talk about here...
Did you know that the speed of conduction along a Myelinated fiber is approximately 150 meters a second? We're learning about the nervous system and reaction times for motor commands.
Got drenched walking to uni, decided that i probably should have accepted the offer of an umbrella from mum this morning.
Went to my Biology class, actually did work... went to Cultural Perspectives on Health and found i missed a lot when i was sick last week, and now have an entire DVD to try and catch up on so that i can actually start the first assignment.
Met up with a friend who i met last year at Uni, she continued on in the course i met her in and is now doing Printmaking electives and i think going on to be an art teacher, which is cool. I realised half way through our lunch that i hadn't even really said anything, she was just rambling on and there wasn't much time for me to talk. I didn't mind, of course, it was just odd because usually it is me who is the chatterbox.
Went to the Mortlock Wing to do some studying in the rest of my two hour break but all the tables were taken. Ended up chilling in the general part of the State Library instead. Which was better in the long run anyway as i think i'd have fallen asleep in the Mortlock Wing because it's so cozy in there!
Now i'm going to continue learning about the nervous system. After that i'll plug myself into some Frank Sinatra and saunter on down to the train station and catch a train home. If anything excited happens i'll let you know tomorrow!
Still cannot believe i am managing to post every day... wow.
Sincerely,
Victoria
xxo
I have decided that i need to spend more time at home studying, as well as paying attention in classes or lectures, because currently all i do at home is tumblr and facebook and general social interaction type things. This, of course, is not at all good for my studies! I'm very slow to get back into uni mode, but i'm getting there. 4 weeks in and i'm finally doing my readings, getting folders and printing off lecture notes. I have no idea what else to talk about here...
Did you know that the speed of conduction along a Myelinated fiber is approximately 150 meters a second? We're learning about the nervous system and reaction times for motor commands.
Got drenched walking to uni, decided that i probably should have accepted the offer of an umbrella from mum this morning.
Went to my Biology class, actually did work... went to Cultural Perspectives on Health and found i missed a lot when i was sick last week, and now have an entire DVD to try and catch up on so that i can actually start the first assignment.
Met up with a friend who i met last year at Uni, she continued on in the course i met her in and is now doing Printmaking electives and i think going on to be an art teacher, which is cool. I realised half way through our lunch that i hadn't even really said anything, she was just rambling on and there wasn't much time for me to talk. I didn't mind, of course, it was just odd because usually it is me who is the chatterbox.
Went to the Mortlock Wing to do some studying in the rest of my two hour break but all the tables were taken. Ended up chilling in the general part of the State Library instead. Which was better in the long run anyway as i think i'd have fallen asleep in the Mortlock Wing because it's so cozy in there!
Now i'm going to continue learning about the nervous system. After that i'll plug myself into some Frank Sinatra and saunter on down to the train station and catch a train home. If anything excited happens i'll let you know tomorrow!
Still cannot believe i am managing to post every day... wow.
Sincerely,
Victoria
xxo
Monday, August 15
How connected are we really?
Well look what we have here; blogging two days in a row? Madness!
So i am currently sitting on a train on my way home. I just had my regular Cocolat visit with my Monday buddies, i had another French Earl Grey tea this week, last week i tried to mix it up and had an Iced Coffee, but it was huuuuge and was all i had for that entire day so it left me feeling really sick. Tea over coffee for me, every time.
There are approximately 50 or so people in the carriage i am in, half of them have earphones in. Every time i’m on a train i can’t help get to thinking about the theory that we are all more connected yet disconnected than ever before. We spend so much time on the internet or our phones or plugged into our music players, and such little time actually interacting with other people or observing the real world. You get listening to your iPod as you walk down the street and you’re in your own world… some people get so caught up they walk straight into traffic like i saw one boy do a few weeks ago. He didn’t get hit or anything, but it makes you think. Sure, we’re connecting with people all over the world, but there is, as mum would say ‘more than one way to skin a cat’*. We were meeting people from other countries centuries before they invented the internet, they called it travelling. But, Victoria, why would i want to leave my nice warm bedroom/cardboard box/space underneath this bridge** when i can visit other countries for about $30 a month through my computer? Which is very true, we’ve traded in experience for convenience. You can’t really know what a place is like, what a person is like without experiencing it in real life. There are many things that are well suited to this kind of thing; blogs, Facebook updates about your cat being poisoned by your crazy next door neighbour, books*** and various others… but i don’t know, i just think things are far better when they are real.
Which, of course, is why I spend all of my time on the internet.
To be fair, i’ve explored all there is to explore in this corner of the globe. That and I have a degree to get through and I need something to distract me from it.
So, yes… I have had a nice Monday!
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*mum actually has so many different versions of this, it is disturbing. “More than one way to kill a cat other than choking it with cream” “than feeding it aspirin and letting it bleed to death from its stomach”^
**if you live under a bridge, a) great internet reception, who are you stealing that from and b) why are you reading my blog there are so many great flash games out there that your time would be better spent on. like http://www.gettheglass.com for example…
*** Though, personally, nothing will ever compare to the smell or the feel of a real book. Or, for that matter, a persons handwriting… you can tell a lot from a persons handwriting. (That and i just find it really interesting)
^ I am glad i am not a cat. I also hope that if i die before my mum, that i am not reincarnated as a cat within a 3km radius of her.
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Hoping you are well,
Victoria
xxo
So i am currently sitting on a train on my way home. I just had my regular Cocolat visit with my Monday buddies, i had another French Earl Grey tea this week, last week i tried to mix it up and had an Iced Coffee, but it was huuuuge and was all i had for that entire day so it left me feeling really sick. Tea over coffee for me, every time.
There are approximately 50 or so people in the carriage i am in, half of them have earphones in. Every time i’m on a train i can’t help get to thinking about the theory that we are all more connected yet disconnected than ever before. We spend so much time on the internet or our phones or plugged into our music players, and such little time actually interacting with other people or observing the real world. You get listening to your iPod as you walk down the street and you’re in your own world… some people get so caught up they walk straight into traffic like i saw one boy do a few weeks ago. He didn’t get hit or anything, but it makes you think. Sure, we’re connecting with people all over the world, but there is, as mum would say ‘more than one way to skin a cat’*. We were meeting people from other countries centuries before they invented the internet, they called it travelling. But, Victoria, why would i want to leave my nice warm bedroom/cardboard box/space underneath this bridge** when i can visit other countries for about $30 a month through my computer? Which is very true, we’ve traded in experience for convenience. You can’t really know what a place is like, what a person is like without experiencing it in real life. There are many things that are well suited to this kind of thing; blogs, Facebook updates about your cat being poisoned by your crazy next door neighbour, books*** and various others… but i don’t know, i just think things are far better when they are real.
Which, of course, is why I spend all of my time on the internet.
To be fair, i’ve explored all there is to explore in this corner of the globe. That and I have a degree to get through and I need something to distract me from it.
So, yes… I have had a nice Monday!
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*mum actually has so many different versions of this, it is disturbing. “More than one way to kill a cat other than choking it with cream” “than feeding it aspirin and letting it bleed to death from its stomach”^
**if you live under a bridge, a) great internet reception, who are you stealing that from and b) why are you reading my blog there are so many great flash games out there that your time would be better spent on. like http://www.gettheglass.com for example…
*** Though, personally, nothing will ever compare to the smell or the feel of a real book. Or, for that matter, a persons handwriting… you can tell a lot from a persons handwriting. (That and i just find it really interesting)
^ I am glad i am not a cat. I also hope that if i die before my mum, that i am not reincarnated as a cat within a 3km radius of her.
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Hoping you are well,
Victoria
xxo
Sunday, August 14
It hasn't been a week so this still counts
Look, it's Sunday not Monday therefore it has not been an entire week since i last posted.
Shut up don't give me that.
So i decided last night that i am actually going to do my Nursing homework this semester and see if that can get me some motherfezzing distinctions.
So iam currently was reading something for a class i have tomorrow but i got distracted as i usually do and i am now listening to music in my iTunes and realising that what the actual fuck i don't have any We The Kings?!
Sorry
Anyway, i was talking to mum earlier about her beauty therapy course and how she got distinctions and high distinctions for every flipping subject. Way to make me feel good about getting credits. Sheesh. But yes so that is my motivation; I must do better than my mother. Oh and i do like getting distinctions, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
Speaking of books, i STILL haven't finished the last 30 pages of Anne of Windy Willows. I think it's because every time i open it to finish it i get caught up in the scent and start daydreaming about large libraries filled floor to ceiling with beautiful books and long marble halls with tall windows.
My favourite Beatrix Potter book is Squirrel Nutkin. This is mainly because Dad's nickname for me is Squirrel, which is catchier than you think. I also wont let anyone but my father call me it, though i respond to it on automatic so if someone starts talking about squirrels i'll tune into their conversation without thinking. Kind of awkward to explain to people i don't know that sorry, i didn't mean to interrupt but i heard you were talking about Squirrels and oh is this my stop i think it must be, goodbye!
And then i'm at some silly stop like Keswick and i have to wait for the next train to come along and it just RUINS MY ENTIRE DAY.
My room is still really messy... it has been like this for about 3 months. I have three boxes full of stuff on the floor but i can't sort them because it's all stuff i don't know if i want or not... so i can't throw it out but i also have nowhere to store it. Blah.
There we go, blog post! I might write another tomorrow, i'll take my laptop to uni i think :)
Post Script; hi Cody! I love you.
Shut up don't give me that.
So i decided last night that i am actually going to do my Nursing homework this semester and see if that can get me some motherfezzing distinctions.
So i
Sorry
Anyway, i was talking to mum earlier about her beauty therapy course and how she got distinctions and high distinctions for every flipping subject. Way to make me feel good about getting credits. Sheesh. But yes so that is my motivation; I must do better than my mother. Oh and i do like getting distinctions, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
Speaking of books, i STILL haven't finished the last 30 pages of Anne of Windy Willows. I think it's because every time i open it to finish it i get caught up in the scent and start daydreaming about large libraries filled floor to ceiling with beautiful books and long marble halls with tall windows.
My favourite Beatrix Potter book is Squirrel Nutkin. This is mainly because Dad's nickname for me is Squirrel, which is catchier than you think. I also wont let anyone but my father call me it, though i respond to it on automatic so if someone starts talking about squirrels i'll tune into their conversation without thinking. Kind of awkward to explain to people i don't know that sorry, i didn't mean to interrupt but i heard you were talking about Squirrels and oh is this my stop i think it must be, goodbye!
And then i'm at some silly stop like Keswick and i have to wait for the next train to come along and it just RUINS MY ENTIRE DAY.
My room is still really messy... it has been like this for about 3 months. I have three boxes full of stuff on the floor but i can't sort them because it's all stuff i don't know if i want or not... so i can't throw it out but i also have nowhere to store it. Blah.
There we go, blog post! I might write another tomorrow, i'll take my laptop to uni i think :)
Post Script; hi Cody! I love you.
Monday, August 8
Post number seventy five
I couldn't think of an appropriate title, can you tell?
So i'm sitting here sipping a Horlick's and listening to some 60s music whilst mum dances about the kitchen, singing along.
My past week hasn't been particularly eventful, except for the fact that i kind of might have a boyfriend now. Which is very nice!
At work on Sunday this bloke came in again, he stares at me a lot and follows me around and tries to grab my hands and is just generally really really flirty. He isn't creepy or anything, he's quite nice actually, but it makes me laugh so much. 'Course he takes my uncontrollable laughter as, i don't know, nerves? So i think he thinks i think he is really attractive. Which he kind of is, but he isn't my type (he doesn't like Doctor Who or Harry Potter)
Have i suddenly become really attractive in the past year?! I really don't understand, i never used to get much attention from boys! Maybe it is that i have learned how makeup works.
This is going to be another disjointed post, i hope you know that.
Someone commented on my booth with "Smitten kitten". I like it.
I almost want to google it and see what comes up... okay i will
IT IS A LINGERIE STORE. DYING.
So she waits in the rain for a flicker of hope,
whilst ALL OF HER FRIENDS ARE OUT SMOKING DOPE
idk
i was going to write something lovely but i ceeeeeeebs
this is Tori on not much sleep
HOORAY
i am almost tempted to actually sleep before midnight, but that is crazy.
OH. I will watch August Rush again.
My children better be musically talented. Else they'll find the years of music lessons i make them take to be unbelievably tedious.
I am only joking.
Sort of.
What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happen every day.
Not a thing to write, not a thing to say,
So i take my pen in hand and start the same old way
Dear i thought i'd drop a line,
the weather's cool, the folks are fine.
I'm in bed each night at 9,
P.S. I love you.
Having a bit of a Sinatra sing-a-long.
YEP. So i had a good week or whatever.
So i'm sitting here sipping a Horlick's and listening to some 60s music whilst mum dances about the kitchen, singing along.
My past week hasn't been particularly eventful, except for the fact that i kind of might have a boyfriend now. Which is very nice!
At work on Sunday this bloke came in again, he stares at me a lot and follows me around and tries to grab my hands and is just generally really really flirty. He isn't creepy or anything, he's quite nice actually, but it makes me laugh so much. 'Course he takes my uncontrollable laughter as, i don't know, nerves? So i think he thinks i think he is really attractive. Which he kind of is, but he isn't my type (he doesn't like Doctor Who or Harry Potter)
Have i suddenly become really attractive in the past year?! I really don't understand, i never used to get much attention from boys! Maybe it is that i have learned how makeup works.
This is going to be another disjointed post, i hope you know that.
Someone commented on my booth with "Smitten kitten". I like it.
I almost want to google it and see what comes up... okay i will
IT IS A LINGERIE STORE. DYING.
So she waits in the rain for a flicker of hope,
whilst ALL OF HER FRIENDS ARE OUT SMOKING DOPE
idk
i was going to write something lovely but i ceeeeeeebs
this is Tori on not much sleep
HOORAY
i am almost tempted to actually sleep before midnight, but that is crazy.
OH. I will watch August Rush again.
My children better be musically talented. Else they'll find the years of music lessons i make them take to be unbelievably tedious.
I am only joking.
Sort of.
What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happen every day.
Not a thing to write, not a thing to say,
So i take my pen in hand and start the same old way
Dear i thought i'd drop a line,
the weather's cool, the folks are fine.
I'm in bed each night at 9,
P.S. I love you.
Having a bit of a Sinatra sing-a-long.
YEP. So i had a good week or whatever.
Wednesday, August 3
Sunbathing in Winter!!
This, here today, is the best day i have had in a while, and i have only been up for 2 hours.
I woke up to sunshine, and i am now sitting outside, sunbathing, in the middle of Winter.
I am about to finish the last 30 pages of Anne of Windy Willows and then go inside and have some porridge.
It is currently 22º but it'll be anywhere up to 28º today and that is lovely weather. My favourite weather.
The sun has warmed my garden, and if it's not too corny, my heart.
I fell asleep last night in tears because i had been thinking about my most recent heartbreak. You know how i am, always overreacting, well, this time i really wasn't. I'd just bottled it up for so long and i needed a good cry. So that's what i did!
I can smell violets... i really love the smell of violets.
There's no use ranting about what upset me last night, mainly because i already did so over on tumblr, but also because i need to move forward. There is so much more to be enjoyed in life at this present time, and i do not want to miss out on it because of my selfishness.
I know you wont read this, but i really do adore you. And you need to stop living so far away, please.
I need a hug. A long hug followed by some snogging.
Lots of snogging.
Alright, i'm going to go enjoy the rest of my day!
Here, have a picture of the little violets whom are responsible for that heavenly smell;
I woke up to sunshine, and i am now sitting outside, sunbathing, in the middle of Winter.
I am about to finish the last 30 pages of Anne of Windy Willows and then go inside and have some porridge.
It is currently 22º but it'll be anywhere up to 28º today and that is lovely weather. My favourite weather.
The sun has warmed my garden, and if it's not too corny, my heart.
I fell asleep last night in tears because i had been thinking about my most recent heartbreak. You know how i am, always overreacting, well, this time i really wasn't. I'd just bottled it up for so long and i needed a good cry. So that's what i did!
I can smell violets... i really love the smell of violets.
There's no use ranting about what upset me last night, mainly because i already did so over on tumblr, but also because i need to move forward. There is so much more to be enjoyed in life at this present time, and i do not want to miss out on it because of my selfishness.
I know you wont read this, but i really do adore you. And you need to stop living so far away, please.
I need a hug. A long hug followed by some snogging.
Lots of snogging.
Alright, i'm going to go enjoy the rest of my day!
Here, have a picture of the little violets whom are responsible for that heavenly smell;
Not the best quality photo but i have lost my SD cards and no matter how many times i yell "ACCIO SD CARDS"
and flourish my wand, they do not appear.
and flourish my wand, they do not appear.
Friday, July 29
Anne of Windy Willows; Jim and Nora
I no longer care that my blog is not exactly a book blog, it will become one for this instance because i am possibly in love with the book i am currently having the pleasure to read.
Prior warning; this post is about 1,600 words long, sorry about that.
So, a recently engaged Anne is living in Summerside at a residence aptly named Windy Willows, and is the newly appointed Principle of the local High School. The first 50 pages are all written in the form of letters from Anne to her fiancee Gilbert Blythe, and are wonderful in their own right. She finishes her letters so… uniquely, i love it, sometimes with “Your very Anne-est ~ANNE” or “Fondestly yours” and one particular letter she has started with “Honoured and respected sir: that is how a love-letter of Aunt Chatty’s grandmother began. Isn’t it delicious?” and she ends the next with “Your tenderest, most faithful friend, ANNE SHIRLEY. P.S. More of Aunt Chatty’s Grandmother!”
But the part of the book i have just seen the end of had me giggling with delight and rushing to my laptop to write out exactly what i thought of it! I’m not even connected to the internet right now and i’m typing this out in WriteRoom, to upload later. But that’s irrelevant.
The small piece of back story you will need for this to make sense is that Anne is at the wedding of Sally Nelson, who is one of many sisters, and the second to last of them to be married. The one single sister remaining is Nora Nelson, who had a man, Jim, after her for several years, but she played hard to get and he eventually gave up several months back.
She’s sitting by the river with Anne, voicing her troubles and realising that she does indeed want to be with Jim “Yes, i do… i do! I love Jim… and i want to get married. I want to have a home of my own and be a ‘Mrs’ and shut Aunt Mouser’s mouth!’ Aunt Mouser is the nickname they all gave their Aunt when they were young, because she’s a snoop and a bit depressing. All day before the wedding she was trotting about making comments such as “Well, i hope they wont make a mistake and play the Dead March like Mrs Tom Scott did at Dora Best’s Wedding! Such a bad omen.” and “All i hope is the groom wont have a hunted look like so many of them do. I s’pose they do feel that way, but they needn’t show it so plain. And i hope they don’t forget the ring. Upton Hardy did. Him and Flora had to be married with a ring off one of the curtain poles.”
Anyway, Anne and Nora come in from their talk and a young groomsman in the corridor is talking with Aunt Mouser: ‘“I hope nobody will get up and give a reason why they shouldn’t be joined together. That happened at Tillie Hatfield’s wedding.” “No such luck for Gordon as that,” said the groomsman. Aunt Mouser fixed him with a stony brown eye. “Young man, marriage isn’t exactly a joke.” “You bet it isn’t,” said the unrepentant. “Hello, Nora, when are we going to have a chance to dance at your wedding?” Nora did not answer in words. She went closer up to him and deliberately slapped him, first on one side of his face and then the other. The slaps were not make-believe ones. Then she went upstairs without looking behind her. “That girl,” said Aunt Mouser, “is overwrought”
I loved that.
Anyway, more to the point, Nora and her boy Jim live across the harbour, and as kids she would set a light in the attic window when she wanted to see him and he would sail over. So Anne has this brilliant idea;
‘An idea popped into Anne’s head. She had always been a prey to impulse. Darting into the kitchen, she snatched up a little hand-lamp alight there, sped up the back stairs and up another flight to the attic. She set the light in the dormer window that looked out across the harbour.
“He may see it and come. I suppose Nora will be furious with me, but that wont matter if he only comes!”
Jim Wilcox did not come.
Anne gave up looking for him after a while and forgot him in the merriment of the evening. Nora had disappeared and Aunt Mouser had gone to bed. It was eleven o’clock when the revelry ceased and the tired moonlighters yawned their way upstairs. Anne was so sleepy, she never thought of the light in the attic. But at two o’clock Aunt Mouser crept into the room and flashed a candle in the girls faces. “Goodness, what’s the matter?” gasped Dot Fraser sitting up in bed. “S-s-s-sh” warned Aunt Mouser, “I think there’s someone in the house… i know there is. What is that noise?” “Sounds like a cat mewing or a dog barking” giggled Dot. “Nothing of the sort,” said Aunt Mouser severely. “I know there’s a dog barking in the barn, but that is not what wakened me. It was a bump… a loud, distinct bump.”
“‘From ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties and things that go bump in the night, good Lord, protect us’” Murmured Anne. “Miss Shirley, this ain’t any laughing-matter.”
- skipping a bit -
“I tell you i heard a bump,” quavered Aunt Mouser. A couple of boys joined the party. They crept down the stairs with the Doctor at the head and Aunt Mouser, candle in one hand and poker in the other, bringing up the rear. There were undoubtedly noises in the library. The Doctor opened the door and walked in. Nora and a young man were standing in the middle of the room, which was dimly lighted by another flickering candle. the young man had his arms around Nora and was holding a large white handkerchief to her face. “He’s chloroforming her!” shrieked Aunt Mouser, letting the poker fall with a tremendous crash.
The young man turned, dropped the handkerchief and looked foolish. Yet he was a rather nice-looking young man, with crinkly russet eyes and crinkly red-brown hair, not to mention a chin that gave the world assurance of a chin.
Nora snatched the handkerchief up and applied it to her face.
“Jim Wilcox, what does this mean?” said the Doctor, with exceeding sternness.
“I don’t know what it means,” said Jim Wilcox rather sulkily. “All i know is Nora signalled for me. I didn’t see the light until i got home at one from a Masonic banquet in Summerside. And i sailed right over.”
“I didn’t signal for you,” stormed Nora. “For pity’s sake don’t look like that, Father. I wasn’t asleep… i was sitting at my window… i hadn’t undressed… and i saw a man coming up from the shore. When he got near the house i knew it was Jim, so i ran down. Ane i… I ran into the library door and made my nose bleed. He’s just been trying to stop it.”
“I jumped in at the window and knocked over that bench… and now Nora says she didn’t signal for me, so I’ll just relieve you of my unwelcome presence, with apologies to all concerned.”
“It was I who put the light in the window,” said Anne shamefacedly, “and then i forgot…”
“You dared!” cried Nora. “I’ll never forgive you…”
Nora was shedding tears of rage and shame. Mingled with the blood on her face they made her a fearsome sight. Jim Wilcox looked as if he wished the floor would open and gently drop him in the cellar.
“Well,” said Aunt Mouser belligerently, “all you can do now is marry her, Jim Wilcox. She’ll never get a husband if it gets round that she was found here with you at two o’clock at night.”
“Marry her!” cried Jim in exasperation. “What have I wanted all my life but to marry her… never wanted anything else!”
“Then why didn’t you say so long ago?” demanded Nora, whirling about to face him. “Say so? You’ve snubbed and frozen and jeered at me for years. You’ve gone out of your way times without number to show me how you despised me. I didn’t think it was the least use to ask you. And last January you said…”
“You goaded me into saying it…”
“I goaded you! I like that! You picked a quarrel with me just to get rid of me…”
“I didn’t… I…”
“And yet I was fool enough to tear over here in the dead of night because I thought you’d put our old signal in the window and wanted me! Ask you to marry me! Well, I’ll ask you now and have done with it and you can have the fun of turning me down before all this gang. Nora Edith Nelson, will you marry me?”
“Oh, won’t I… won’t I!” cried Nora so shamelessly that even Barnabas blushed for her. Jim gave her one incredulous look… then sprang at her. Perhaps her nose had stopped bleeding… perhaps it hadn’t. It didn’t matter.
“I think you’ve all forgotten that this is the Sabbath morn,” said Aunt Mouser “I could do with a cup of tea if anyone would make it. I ain’t used to demonstrations like this."
I just thought that was lovely and i wanted to share it with you all. Though you mightn’t have bothered reading it. Oh, i don’t mind! I’m so happy this morning!
Prior warning; this post is about 1,600 words long, sorry about that.
Anne of Windy Willows, by L.M.Montgomery.
So, a recently engaged Anne is living in Summerside at a residence aptly named Windy Willows, and is the newly appointed Principle of the local High School. The first 50 pages are all written in the form of letters from Anne to her fiancee Gilbert Blythe, and are wonderful in their own right. She finishes her letters so… uniquely, i love it, sometimes with “Your very Anne-est ~ANNE” or “Fondestly yours” and one particular letter she has started with “Honoured and respected sir: that is how a love-letter of Aunt Chatty’s grandmother began. Isn’t it delicious?” and she ends the next with “Your tenderest, most faithful friend, ANNE SHIRLEY. P.S. More of Aunt Chatty’s Grandmother!”
But the part of the book i have just seen the end of had me giggling with delight and rushing to my laptop to write out exactly what i thought of it! I’m not even connected to the internet right now and i’m typing this out in WriteRoom, to upload later. But that’s irrelevant.
The small piece of back story you will need for this to make sense is that Anne is at the wedding of Sally Nelson, who is one of many sisters, and the second to last of them to be married. The one single sister remaining is Nora Nelson, who had a man, Jim, after her for several years, but she played hard to get and he eventually gave up several months back.
She’s sitting by the river with Anne, voicing her troubles and realising that she does indeed want to be with Jim “Yes, i do… i do! I love Jim… and i want to get married. I want to have a home of my own and be a ‘Mrs’ and shut Aunt Mouser’s mouth!’ Aunt Mouser is the nickname they all gave their Aunt when they were young, because she’s a snoop and a bit depressing. All day before the wedding she was trotting about making comments such as “Well, i hope they wont make a mistake and play the Dead March like Mrs Tom Scott did at Dora Best’s Wedding! Such a bad omen.” and “All i hope is the groom wont have a hunted look like so many of them do. I s’pose they do feel that way, but they needn’t show it so plain. And i hope they don’t forget the ring. Upton Hardy did. Him and Flora had to be married with a ring off one of the curtain poles.”
Anyway, Anne and Nora come in from their talk and a young groomsman in the corridor is talking with Aunt Mouser: ‘“I hope nobody will get up and give a reason why they shouldn’t be joined together. That happened at Tillie Hatfield’s wedding.” “No such luck for Gordon as that,” said the groomsman. Aunt Mouser fixed him with a stony brown eye. “Young man, marriage isn’t exactly a joke.” “You bet it isn’t,” said the unrepentant. “Hello, Nora, when are we going to have a chance to dance at your wedding?” Nora did not answer in words. She went closer up to him and deliberately slapped him, first on one side of his face and then the other. The slaps were not make-believe ones. Then she went upstairs without looking behind her. “That girl,” said Aunt Mouser, “is overwrought”
I loved that.
Anyway, more to the point, Nora and her boy Jim live across the harbour, and as kids she would set a light in the attic window when she wanted to see him and he would sail over. So Anne has this brilliant idea;
‘An idea popped into Anne’s head. She had always been a prey to impulse. Darting into the kitchen, she snatched up a little hand-lamp alight there, sped up the back stairs and up another flight to the attic. She set the light in the dormer window that looked out across the harbour.
“He may see it and come. I suppose Nora will be furious with me, but that wont matter if he only comes!”
Jim Wilcox did not come.
Anne gave up looking for him after a while and forgot him in the merriment of the evening. Nora had disappeared and Aunt Mouser had gone to bed. It was eleven o’clock when the revelry ceased and the tired moonlighters yawned their way upstairs. Anne was so sleepy, she never thought of the light in the attic. But at two o’clock Aunt Mouser crept into the room and flashed a candle in the girls faces. “Goodness, what’s the matter?” gasped Dot Fraser sitting up in bed. “S-s-s-sh” warned Aunt Mouser, “I think there’s someone in the house… i know there is. What is that noise?” “Sounds like a cat mewing or a dog barking” giggled Dot. “Nothing of the sort,” said Aunt Mouser severely. “I know there’s a dog barking in the barn, but that is not what wakened me. It was a bump… a loud, distinct bump.”
“‘From ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties and things that go bump in the night, good Lord, protect us’” Murmured Anne. “Miss Shirley, this ain’t any laughing-matter.”
- skipping a bit -
“I tell you i heard a bump,” quavered Aunt Mouser. A couple of boys joined the party. They crept down the stairs with the Doctor at the head and Aunt Mouser, candle in one hand and poker in the other, bringing up the rear. There were undoubtedly noises in the library. The Doctor opened the door and walked in. Nora and a young man were standing in the middle of the room, which was dimly lighted by another flickering candle. the young man had his arms around Nora and was holding a large white handkerchief to her face. “He’s chloroforming her!” shrieked Aunt Mouser, letting the poker fall with a tremendous crash.
The young man turned, dropped the handkerchief and looked foolish. Yet he was a rather nice-looking young man, with crinkly russet eyes and crinkly red-brown hair, not to mention a chin that gave the world assurance of a chin.
Nora snatched the handkerchief up and applied it to her face.
“Jim Wilcox, what does this mean?” said the Doctor, with exceeding sternness.
“I don’t know what it means,” said Jim Wilcox rather sulkily. “All i know is Nora signalled for me. I didn’t see the light until i got home at one from a Masonic banquet in Summerside. And i sailed right over.”
“I didn’t signal for you,” stormed Nora. “For pity’s sake don’t look like that, Father. I wasn’t asleep… i was sitting at my window… i hadn’t undressed… and i saw a man coming up from the shore. When he got near the house i knew it was Jim, so i ran down. Ane i… I ran into the library door and made my nose bleed. He’s just been trying to stop it.”
“I jumped in at the window and knocked over that bench… and now Nora says she didn’t signal for me, so I’ll just relieve you of my unwelcome presence, with apologies to all concerned.”
“It was I who put the light in the window,” said Anne shamefacedly, “and then i forgot…”
“You dared!” cried Nora. “I’ll never forgive you…”
Nora was shedding tears of rage and shame. Mingled with the blood on her face they made her a fearsome sight. Jim Wilcox looked as if he wished the floor would open and gently drop him in the cellar.
“Well,” said Aunt Mouser belligerently, “all you can do now is marry her, Jim Wilcox. She’ll never get a husband if it gets round that she was found here with you at two o’clock at night.”
“Marry her!” cried Jim in exasperation. “What have I wanted all my life but to marry her… never wanted anything else!”
“Then why didn’t you say so long ago?” demanded Nora, whirling about to face him. “Say so? You’ve snubbed and frozen and jeered at me for years. You’ve gone out of your way times without number to show me how you despised me. I didn’t think it was the least use to ask you. And last January you said…”
“You goaded me into saying it…”
“I goaded you! I like that! You picked a quarrel with me just to get rid of me…”
“I didn’t… I…”
“And yet I was fool enough to tear over here in the dead of night because I thought you’d put our old signal in the window and wanted me! Ask you to marry me! Well, I’ll ask you now and have done with it and you can have the fun of turning me down before all this gang. Nora Edith Nelson, will you marry me?”
“Oh, won’t I… won’t I!” cried Nora so shamelessly that even Barnabas blushed for her. Jim gave her one incredulous look… then sprang at her. Perhaps her nose had stopped bleeding… perhaps it hadn’t. It didn’t matter.
“I think you’ve all forgotten that this is the Sabbath morn,” said Aunt Mouser “I could do with a cup of tea if anyone would make it. I ain’t used to demonstrations like this."
I just thought that was lovely and i wanted to share it with you all. Though you mightn’t have bothered reading it. Oh, i don’t mind! I’m so happy this morning!
Thursday, July 28
Adventures hooray :3
So today was adventure day!
Firstly i dragged Lana to unilife to try and sell one of my text books from last year but it turns out they have since changed the required texts for the course so i couldn't sell it :/
Then we went to the art gallery and the museum, which was a lot of fun!
After that we visited the T-bar and drank orange pekoe tea. It was very nice.
Then we;
- tried on hats in David Jones
- bought matching rings
- went to an op shop
- got lunch
- freaked out over Doctor Who in the ABC shop
- went to a lecture
- left before it started
- sat on the computers in the library
- wandered about aimlessly
- picked up Lana's birth certificate from a really shiny building
- snuck into a semi-abandoned warehouse/bar/thing down a dark alley
- bought icecream
- rummaged through a bookshop
- caught a train home
- stole some cherry blossoms :3
Words cannot express how brilliant this day was. Honestly. So much fun!!
Firstly i dragged Lana to unilife to try and sell one of my text books from last year but it turns out they have since changed the required texts for the course so i couldn't sell it :/
Then we went to the art gallery and the museum, which was a lot of fun!
After that we visited the T-bar and drank orange pekoe tea. It was very nice.
Then we;
- tried on hats in David Jones
- went to an op shop
- got lunch
- freaked out over Doctor Who in the ABC shop
- went to a lecture
- left before it started
- sat on the computers in the library
- wandered about aimlessly
- picked up Lana's birth certificate from a really shiny building
- snuck into a semi-abandoned warehouse/bar/thing down a dark alley
- bought icecream
- rummaged through a bookshop
- stole some cherry blossoms :3
Words cannot express how brilliant this day was. Honestly. So much fun!!
Tuesday, July 26
Well hello again
It is dreadful, but it does seem that we only ever meet under certain circumstances! And these appear to be; when i am procrastinating or when i find my self completely and utterly bored.
Those are hardly positive circumstances, and for this i apologise. I will set aside some time every week especially for you from now on, i promise.
So, today we find our heroine at her place of education with nothing much to do besides read over lecture notes for later that afternoon. The string of events that have led her to this situation are as follows;
Oh, and, you remember that boy i was stalking last semester? I saw him again yesterday but tried desperately to avoid eye contact. I know he saw me. It was a little odd, we keep running into each other but we still have never spoken! I've decided that i am in fact a very creepy individual and i will try to leave him alone~
Those are hardly positive circumstances, and for this i apologise. I will set aside some time every week especially for you from now on, i promise.
So, today we find our heroine at her place of education with nothing much to do besides read over lecture notes for later that afternoon. The string of events that have led her to this situation are as follows;
Last night, our heroine was already feeling the stress brought so often by her studies, and decided that watching Tom Baker Doctor Who episodes was a perfect way to spend her night. After several hours of this she logged into Skype for a few hours.
Whilst undertaking these pleasant activities it did not occur to Victoria that she should check her University e-mails, but before she went to sleep she vowed to do so in the morning.
At 7:10AM this morning, our heroine found herself being awakened from a most intriguing dream about the boy she fancies. She was served hot tea and raisin toast by her mother, and at 7:30 she finally got her lazy behind out of bed to get dressed. (She most certainly should have done this sooner, but, she's not very good at leaving a warm bed)
Come 7:45AM she is running late, and has to rush to the station. Therefore; she forgot to check her e-mails.
She walks to Uni from the city train station all smiles, crunching away on an apple and humming along to her iPod.
On arrival to the floor on which her class is held, she knew trouble was afoot; She was the only one there. Of course, she was 15-20 minutes early, so she settled herself down to wait. Come 10 minutes to 9, another student arrived! All hope was not yet lost, it seemed! They became acquainted and became increasingly worried as to the whereabouts of, well, anyone. It came to 9:05AM and our heroine's new acquaintance checked the university e-mails on her phone. Only to discover that the class had been cancelled for the first week, leaving the two with 2 hours of time to waste before their next class.That, my lovelies, was my morning. I will possibly write up another post this afternoon as i have a 3 hour break after this next class before my lecture, but only if something truly interesting happens!
Oh, and, you remember that boy i was stalking last semester? I saw him again yesterday but tried desperately to avoid eye contact. I know he saw me. It was a little odd, we keep running into each other but we still have never spoken! I've decided that i am in fact a very creepy individual and i will try to leave him alone~
Friday, July 22
I had this post all planned out
But then i forgot what i was going to write... hmm... not so good.
Well, here's what the latest scarf looks like;
It's for my very good friend Stefanie, who turned 20 about a week ago, and it's supposed to be finished by tomorrow night... looks like i'm not sleeping again tonight!
I'm improvising in a few sections, mainly because i'm running out of brown and yellow wool and i don't have the time to go searching through Spotlight for a wool match, so i've added a colour and i'm cutting back on some rows. Wont matter, it's essentially perfectly two thirds of the original length, so, NO COMPLAININ' STEF. If you uh.. have found this... which you might have done, but, it would be awkward if you did.
ON THE SUBJECT OF AWKWARD; HOW AWKWARD AM I?
I know, right? Never would have guessed it.
Well... that's me done.
Yep.
Alright, bye!
Well, here's what the latest scarf looks like;
It's for my very good friend Stefanie, who turned 20 about a week ago, and it's supposed to be finished by tomorrow night... looks like i'm not sleeping again tonight!
I'm improvising in a few sections, mainly because i'm running out of brown and yellow wool and i don't have the time to go searching through Spotlight for a wool match, so i've added a colour and i'm cutting back on some rows. Wont matter, it's essentially perfectly two thirds of the original length, so, NO COMPLAININ' STEF. If you uh.. have found this... which you might have done, but, it would be awkward if you did.
ON THE SUBJECT OF AWKWARD; HOW AWKWARD AM I?
I know, right? Never would have guessed it.
Well... that's me done.
Yep.
Alright, bye!
Friday, July 15
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2!
Hello! Long time no type~
So on the 12th i went to my friend's house and we set up a massive Harry Potter themed party, and then car pooled to the cinema at 10pm ready for the midnight screening.We had pumpkin pasties, butterbeer, liquorice wands, bertie botts every flavour beans (i had a baby wipe flavoured one, wasn't all that bad really) and various other treats like cupcakes with house specific icing.
Throughout the course of the day we watched The Half Blood Prince about three times, and we all ran to the TV every time Harry went "not to mention the pincers"
Pictures are as follows;
This is Terence, and yes that is a real tattoo.
Wanted posters
The Hogwarts Tissue Express for when we went to the movie, i still have the engine :3
Pansy Parkinson cursing Harry
We set up a platform 9 3/4 for people to walk through
Couldn't be bothered waiting for tongs; WINGARDIUM LEVIO-SAUSAGE!
Mirror of Erised!
The movie was fantastic, i mean, truly fantastic! I found it really emotional and true to the book. Though, i would have liked a few minor changes; Ron to hug Harry before he trots off to his death, them to mention Petunia by name in the memories, more people on the platform at the end and for Harry and Ginny to have a proper flipping kiss! Their kiss was terrible.
The Ron/Hermione kiss was AMAZING. I am forever jealous.Get me some of that please.
Not much else has been happening in my life apart from knitting, but i'll post something separate about that either tomorrow or when i remember!
Monday, June 13
She runs, He turns
She runs, bounding through the field, though it feels like she's flying. The yellow daffodils are a blur in her peripheral vision, but the crisp smell fills her nostrils. He is all she sees. The yellow field and the blue sky are just background colours, the background music. He is the solo, the focal point. All that she sees, feels or thinks is him. He still hasn't seen her, and he wont, not yet, he never sees her until she is a certain distance away. Her boy, in his nice shirt. She loves him, she knows she does. Oh, he has seen her now.
He stands there, in the field, with his face turned to the sun. It's so warm and inviting. Footsteps... and the rustle of fabric is what he hears now. He turns and looks at the girl in the red dress running through the sea of yellow daffodils. The smile in her eyes lights up his heart, and the happiness overflows and he finds himself grinning. Opening his arms, ready to catch her, to hold her for what seems like the first time.
She's almost there. He's smiling at her, opening his arms, she jumps the last metre, or did she fly? Regardless, she is in his arms. They're together again, finally. The smell of the daffodils and the soft Spring air is forgotten, all she smells now is the aftershave he's used, and the crisp smell of clean linen... and paper. Old paper...
He feels happier than he has ever felt. There she is, in his arms, she smells sweet, it must be that perfume she uses. He buries his face in her hair at the crook of her neck and breathes deeply. Holding her in his arms, he never wants to let her go.
She begins to frown. The dusty smell of an aged book... funny, that's how her copy of Anne of Windy Willows smells. Why can she smell that? That's not right... Now she can smell grass and.. cars? She can smell cars? …No, she can hear cars and smell petrol but what are cars doing in her field? She looks into his eyes, his loving blue eyes and feels comfortable and safe, like she can stay there forever, but he isn’t smiling anymore. What's wrong? Why is he fading?
He feels safe and loved here. But now she's pulling away, why is she doing that? He looks into her hazel eyes, frowning, searching her expressionless face for an answer. She's never done this before... oh, but she has. Now he remembers. Every time it ends this way. Damn his imagination, couldn't it at least be a little creative with the ending once in a while?
She blinks, He's still there, which is a relief because she thought for a moment that it was ending again. With a jolt she opens her eyes a second time. Funny, she didn't remember closin- the light is blinding her, the sound of the midday traffic fills her ears and the pages of her book are creased from where her head lays. Sitting up she sighs deeply, why must it always be a dream. But it is so vivid, so real. And it's always him, the boy in the dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the converse shoes.
He stands alone in the field. The daffodils at his feet are in disarray. Crushed by their short-lived happiness. He stares across to where he had first caught a glimpse of her, in that gorgeous red dress. Every time he saw her he wondered anew how she managed to look that stunning in such a simple item of clothing. It was just a plain red dress, but it fit her so well and complemented the warm flush that was ever-present on her pale cheeks. Wait, why had she left whilst he was still here... surely he would never intentionally rid himself of her in a dream? The scenery is fading now, ah, yes, now he's waking up.
She pushes her hair out of her face and wipes the tears from her eyes. Why did it always have to end? She never gets to ask his name. They talk about everything under the sun but as soon as she thinks to ask his name she wakes up. Pulling out her notebook and a pencil she begins to sketch him again. The pages of this book are filled with his face. It’s impossible that she is only dreaming, he has to exist. Sitting at the foot of the tree, sketching the face of an imaginary young man who she has fallen in love with. Toying with the idea that if she could marry her imagination she would never be unhappy ever again. She needs to find a real boy, though… why can’t he be real?
He holds his eyes shut, perhaps he can fall back asleep and see her again. He draws images of her from his inner mind and holds them fast. But his alarm clock begins to beep and slices neatly through his memories of her, and the images are gone. The deep red of the insides of his eyelids is all that he sees now. Red… the colour of her dress, of her burgundy hair… His imaginary girlfriend, god that’s lame. He needs to find himself a real girl… why can’t she be real?
He stands there, in the field, with his face turned to the sun. It's so warm and inviting. Footsteps... and the rustle of fabric is what he hears now. He turns and looks at the girl in the red dress running through the sea of yellow daffodils. The smile in her eyes lights up his heart, and the happiness overflows and he finds himself grinning. Opening his arms, ready to catch her, to hold her for what seems like the first time.
She's almost there. He's smiling at her, opening his arms, she jumps the last metre, or did she fly? Regardless, she is in his arms. They're together again, finally. The smell of the daffodils and the soft Spring air is forgotten, all she smells now is the aftershave he's used, and the crisp smell of clean linen... and paper. Old paper...
He feels happier than he has ever felt. There she is, in his arms, she smells sweet, it must be that perfume she uses. He buries his face in her hair at the crook of her neck and breathes deeply. Holding her in his arms, he never wants to let her go.
She begins to frown. The dusty smell of an aged book... funny, that's how her copy of Anne of Windy Willows smells. Why can she smell that? That's not right... Now she can smell grass and.. cars? She can smell cars? …No, she can hear cars and smell petrol but what are cars doing in her field? She looks into his eyes, his loving blue eyes and feels comfortable and safe, like she can stay there forever, but he isn’t smiling anymore. What's wrong? Why is he fading?
He feels safe and loved here. But now she's pulling away, why is she doing that? He looks into her hazel eyes, frowning, searching her expressionless face for an answer. She's never done this before... oh, but she has. Now he remembers. Every time it ends this way. Damn his imagination, couldn't it at least be a little creative with the ending once in a while?
She blinks, He's still there, which is a relief because she thought for a moment that it was ending again. With a jolt she opens her eyes a second time. Funny, she didn't remember closin- the light is blinding her, the sound of the midday traffic fills her ears and the pages of her book are creased from where her head lays. Sitting up she sighs deeply, why must it always be a dream. But it is so vivid, so real. And it's always him, the boy in the dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the converse shoes.
He stands alone in the field. The daffodils at his feet are in disarray. Crushed by their short-lived happiness. He stares across to where he had first caught a glimpse of her, in that gorgeous red dress. Every time he saw her he wondered anew how she managed to look that stunning in such a simple item of clothing. It was just a plain red dress, but it fit her so well and complemented the warm flush that was ever-present on her pale cheeks. Wait, why had she left whilst he was still here... surely he would never intentionally rid himself of her in a dream? The scenery is fading now, ah, yes, now he's waking up.
She pushes her hair out of her face and wipes the tears from her eyes. Why did it always have to end? She never gets to ask his name. They talk about everything under the sun but as soon as she thinks to ask his name she wakes up. Pulling out her notebook and a pencil she begins to sketch him again. The pages of this book are filled with his face. It’s impossible that she is only dreaming, he has to exist. Sitting at the foot of the tree, sketching the face of an imaginary young man who she has fallen in love with. Toying with the idea that if she could marry her imagination she would never be unhappy ever again. She needs to find a real boy, though… why can’t he be real?
He holds his eyes shut, perhaps he can fall back asleep and see her again. He draws images of her from his inner mind and holds them fast. But his alarm clock begins to beep and slices neatly through his memories of her, and the images are gone. The deep red of the insides of his eyelids is all that he sees now. Red… the colour of her dress, of her burgundy hair… His imaginary girlfriend, god that’s lame. He needs to find himself a real girl… why can’t she be real?
Thursday, June 2
My incessant boredom is consistently, creatively, productive
Books! ‘tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.
There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
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