Monday, July 31, 2006
Juicy says:hymen frrecdt ubhgfgrtt. Well d9ohe Juicy.
We hage had many many shots of vodka. It was good. 18 between 3 of us! Oooooh dear. 2 for 1 cockails in Pitcher and Pinao! Bargainouuuuuuuuuuuuus.
Stu isk tickling Juicy. Well funny. She just said "i hae 3 vbreats". She walked with no flipflop all the way here cos it broike. Lotsof sounds c;amlu noised wooooo.
Jiucy saysLme flip fl9opuy brokey and me hot lamppsts w9ith flipflops been bnuggert. grunt.
I am not drunk. really. Am well sober.8ujhm deriniky. That was Juicy. She is well sdrunk. mot i waZ,m, that was also Juicy.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
For now I just wanted to record that I've had lots of my hair cut off (hurrah) because it was really annoying me, I've managed to get myself here and actually had a lovely journey, I've been to Tesco and back in the rain, and now I'm listening to girly rock (NY-LON soundtrack - awesome), cooking up a very large pasta bake and garlic bread, and I intend to drink the entire bottle of wine that I found waiting for me when I arrived - love my dad. I'm in the mood to eat fat and get very drunk! Apologies to those of you who I send drunk texts/MSNs to later, and to those of who escape this...well apologies to you too!
I really love travelling - but arriving is even better, and that first glass of wine after you arrive is better still. Extremely happy Sarah!
EDIT: I am currently dancing round Dad's flat, glass of wine in hand, to Twelve Stops and Home by The Feeling. This CD seriously has the best beginning to any album ever. Fact.
I may be slightly drunk...
Thursday, July 27, 2006
On an unrelated note, I just watched the weather forecast and apparently it's going to rain on Wales all day Saturday. Joy.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Not hair straighteners?! As I'm sure anyone who's been camping with me will attest, for this girl hair straighteners are not a luxury item. They are literally one of life's most basic essentials, keeping me looking and feeling human and providing happiness and confidence. I don't feel like myself with natural hair, and I certainly don't look like a person that any right-thinking individual would want to approach. I refuse to resemble a wild hedgerow-cloud being with the fringe of Renee Zellweger in Chicago on my travels, so I will be packing my precious ceramics and a plug adaptor for every possible electrical system in the world, and woe betide anyone who tries to persuade me otherwise. They can replace the sunglasses which appear on the "Essential Kit List" and which I've never worn in my life.
Somehow, I guess that all the girls out there will fully understand this point of view while the men may be less convinced. Alternatively, you may all remember just what my hair turns into when left to its own devices and agree with me wholeheartedly!
Monday, July 24, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Friday was mum's birthday, and after eating breakfast outside on the patio she went to town to pick up some things for the evening and I took the opportunity to play the piano. I was quite encouraged to find that although I haven't played for months I can still play the pieces I was most familiar with reasonably well, so it shouldn't take too long to get back into it properly when I get my piano. My sightreading might need some work to get it back to its former glory though! Anyway, we then drove out to Martley for lunch in a pub. Following that, the evening was just fantastic and was definitely the highlight of the weekend. Dad came back from Swansea, and I cooked dinner which I have to say tasted lovely, especially the raspberry cheesecake which may well have been a work of genius. We ate on the patio (again) and all 6 of us (including the rowing lads) squashed round the picnic table and laughed and chatted for hours. We had Pimm's before dinner and fizz during, and mum opened her presents afterwards. We stayed outside until 10 when it was dark but still warm, and it was just fab.
Saturday was Bewdley Regatta, and we walked down the hill to watch the boys. As one of them hadn't rowed for 2 years and the whole crew hadn't rowed together at all, it wasn't surprising that they lost. This didn't spoil the day for us however, as we had sponsors badges which meant free cake midmorning, followed by free wine and lunch: cold meat, salmon, new potatoes, pasta salad, bread etc and then strawberry pavlova. Unfortunately I then had quite a bad reaction to the general sun and heat and lack of water, felt really dizzy and sick, had big blotches in front of my eyes and couldn't see, and apparently turned ash grey. This meant that while Simon was winning a pot in the 8s race he subbed in for, I was at home sitting very still and drinking lots of water. However, I was better by the evening when we went out for dinner to a gorgeous pub, The Talbot at Knightwick. It has gardens where all the fruit and veg they use are grown, and all their meat etc is sourced locally. My main course was rabbit, which I'd never had before but which I'll definitely order again. It was so tasty, and it came with cider risotto which was just sublime. We had such a lovely evening out, and I didn't have to pay which is always good!
Today we went to church, had lunch and then I battled the rail replacement services. All in all a great weekend, marred only by the brief illness, my phone battery totally dying so that I couldn't even switch the phone on to get people's numbers (sorry to everyone I was supposed to meet up with and didn't due to having no method of communication!) and the aforementioned rail replacement which meant that it took 3.5 hours to get home. This week I have a visit to UCAS tomorrow, complete with buffet (UCAS buffets are excellent and involve curly fries) and a work night out to Dogma on Thursday, before my Welsh adventure starts on Saturday. Ooh, Top Gear.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
I've noticed recently that I go around the place thinking and assuming that I want a boyfriend, but when I stop and think about it, my actions suggest something different. Whenever I meet someone and get chatting to them on MSN, I start finding them really annoying and assume I won't like them even before we've met. All of them seem so over-keen! As soon as I sign in they start talking to me, which I find very irritating - it's fine if my friends do it but it just makes men seem a bit...well...desperate actually. Then they ask me banal questions and I sit here typing really terse answers and going "Oh for goodness sake", but actually these are valid things that they want to know, about my job etc, and I'm getting annoyed that they haven't picked them up from things that I've said in previous conversations but haven't explained fully. (To be fair though some people are really banal - "What have you done today?" is never going to produce an interesting conversation when yesterday's question was "What are you doing tomorrow?" and the answer was "Going to work and having a quiet night in". What's wrong with remembering that and asking something slightly more intelligent or talking about films or books or politics or something?!) Everything these people do seems to annoy me, when actually it's perfectly reasonable, and it seems that actually I don't want the hassle of getting to know someone, even though I'm sure I'll enjoy it when I find the right person to get to know. Clearly I either need to start being more reasonable, or stop whinging that I don't have anyone! I do think that whatever happens I'll always be irritated by people who are over-eager though - what's wrong with starting a conversation 15 minutes after someone signs in rather than jumping on them, or with not talking to them every time they're online? I'd much rather have someone who plays it cool and only talks to me sometimes - not chatting every day also means you're more likely to have something to say when you do. I always used to think girls who liked hard to get men were stupid - now I think I've become one of them! I suppose it's flattering when someone really wants to talk to you, it just makes me wonder whether they have a life of their own.
Wow, I'm such a bitch sometimes!
I should also mention that now the World Cup's over, Richard Hammond is back on my tv. Hurrah.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
6.10 - Get up, wash hair, eat breakfast, pack rucksack, go to work.
8.30 - Work.
12pm - Go to Sainsbury's to buy chav drink. End up with Snowballs which is the closest they have.
3.45 - Volunteer to get to work half an hour early tomorrow. Error.
4pm - Let out of work early! Walk into Coventry, buy CD (The Feeling, Twelve Stops and Home) and book (Sue Townsend, Number 10). Buy cookie sundae from Ben's Cookies and eat in the boardwalk bit. Do Sudoku.
6pm - Arrive at Juicy and Stu's. Eat yummy pasta bake, drink random selection of stuff including the chav drink which tastes of complete ming. Have lots of girly fun getting glammed up.
8.30 - Go to the Union. Discover I like cider.
11.45 - Go to Baby B. Actual proper cheese! Dance.
1.15 - Eventually manage to get taxi.
1.45 - Go to bed.
6.30 - Get up. 4.75 hours sleep. Nice.
7.20 - Walk to work.
7.50 - Arrive at the office.
8am - Open day. Organise student ambassadors all day, take decisions, know what's happening, solve problems, nearly murder moronic staff members, generally do a damn good job if I do say so myself.
12pm - Lunch. Half an hour of sitting very very quietly.
12.30 - More open day. Sun comes round to face the building. World gets very very hot. Feel self burning, especially nose.
4pm - End of open day. More instructing and organising.
4.40 - Leave office with tray of leftover sandwiches. Walk to bus stop.
5pm - Get on bus.
6pm - Get home. Remove shoes! Get changed. Observe the extent of the quite special sunburn acquired (we're talking watch line, sandal lines, really brilliant narrow V-shape where my shirt was, sleeve lines etc). Eat entire tub of raspberry sorbay. Listen to quite brilliant new CD. Blog.
Funnily enough, this insanity has made me happy, fulfilled and generally highly appreciative of life, while a quiet night in and a day of rest would just have made me grumpy. It worries me that I enjoy stressful days at work quite so much! I think I might be turning into one of those people who really loves their job and gives up more time to it than they should. But hey - you can never do too much overtime, especially when it's paid at time and a half. 16 hours' worth this week! Woo.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
http://www.newzealand.com/travel/ (including here http://www.aucklandnz.com/) here http://www.bridgeclimb.com/ and here http://www.sydneyoperahouse.com/. Right now. But until that time comes I'm happy with Baby B tomorrow.
Apologies for my lack of ability to write proper links!
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Saturday, July 08, 2006
All very nice in theory, and on the surface I've had a good day. However, I've spent the whole time feeling bored and wishing I was meeting my friends tonight or going out with someone. Even having someone to chat to while watching the tennis/film would have been good. I do appreciate my freedom and wouldn't want to live with anyone at the moment, but I've realised I'm going to have to start really planning in advance to arrange lots of things to do, because this is my second weekend in a row when I've spent Saturday night in being entertained by me, myself and I, and I didn't even do anything on Friday this week either. I'm ok for the next few weekends now - I have a potential date next weekend, then I'm going to Bewdley for my mum's birthday on the 21st and going out with friends I haven't seen for years on the 22nd which will be great, and then my Swansea adventure takes care of the next two. I'm sure I'll stop feeling sorry for myself soon! However, if anyone fancies coming over tomorrow to watch the men's final or the World Cup, you'd be very welcome. :o)
Thursday, July 06, 2006
I should also tell you that when I opened the envelope I punched the air and then as I don't have any wine I swallowed a shot of Zubrowka and drank a glass of Creme de Menthe in celebration. My head's only slightly spinning at the moment!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Ladies and gentlemen, today is Independence Day and I have officially been single for exactly one year. As break-up dates go it was a pretty good one to pick! This evening I’m having a girly pasta and pampering session with the lovely Juicy (a sober celebration, how bizarre) so I’m writing this on Sunday night having spent a rather mad half hour planning my future travels and working out that I need to save absurd amounts of money in absurd amounts of time. But more on that later.
I vividly remember where I was this time last year. I’d gone back to work after tour and had a stressful hectic day catching up on stuff that I thought other people would have done in my absence, but they hadn’t. Tour had been…not the best, and everything was still feeling really weird and very very fragile. I cooked dinner (I even remember what I made!) and we ate on the sofa as usual, and I mentioned that my manager had suggested I should take a CIPD course which would mean staying in the same job for the next few years, and I wanted some advice. This talk of the future appeared to be the final straw, and the deed was finally done, just after the washing up. Having fought so hard with every weapon I possessed (not literally unfortunately) the previous week, I had absolutely nothing left, so I spent the evening in hysterical crying fits the like of which I didn’t think were possible, alternating between lying face down on my bed and face up on the sofa. Every time I allowed myself to think about the possibility that it might really be over I went into another bout of hysterics, so instead I concentrated on thinking about the fact (and it was an absolute fact at that point) that my life was over, I had nothing left to do with my days, I had no future and I would spend every day existing but no longer living. Surprisingly, this didn’t make me any more cheerful. :o)
The next day Juicy came round with a large bar of Dairy Milk and a loo roll (substitute for tissues!) and then my mum arrived, having driven down from her dad’s house in Lancashire, and we spent the day doing bizarrely normal things that I haven’t done before or since, like walking to Homebase and spending ages in the pets section looking at the hamsters and guinea pigs. Weird. I spent the whole day in a state of denial and refusing to cry in front of anyone, and as soon as mum had gone I just sobbed and sobbed, which felt much better for a brief moment. I can safely say that those 2 days were the worst of my life. I spent the next week waking up and seeing the world in black – this was the strangest thing, as usually I wake up and wonder what the day will bring, but now I was doing the cliché of not remembering for a split second, and then feeling life falling in on me. It’s the only time in my life I haven’t been able to think of a single positive.
And then things got better. I had the rest of the week off work, and went to look at houses on Thursday and Friday because I knew I had to get on with things, and even if I was going to be depressed forever I had to have somewhere to live. From that point it took 5 months and one week to get over it, and I vividly remember the point when that happened – it was a Tuesday in December and I was on the number 12 going through Kenilworth in the dark on the way home. It literally felt like a great weight had been lifted off, and when I got off the bus in Leam I floated home with wings on my heels.
Far from being over, in the past year my life has been amazing. I’ve moved house and discovered that I can manage my own home, write my own budget and pay my own bills. I’ve got a new job that I love and that gives me career prospects and ideas for the future. I’ve been on four dates of which three weren’t total disasters, and I’ve remembered how much fun it is to find men attractive and have them fancy me. I’ve been speed dating! I’ve had crazy cocktail-fuelled nights out and hilarious cocktail-fuelled nights in (spotting a theme here?). I’ve been drunk more times than I care to remember and have learned some life lessons – chief among these being that it’s unwise to drink so much wine that you fall asleep in a pub and subsequently fall asleep again at your own party. I’ve proceeded to totally forget these lessons and been forced to learn them again with the very important addition that wine should not be mixed with port and vodka, and that one should never EVER throw up in a tent. I’ve spent cosy nights in feeling totally content, and I’ve spent nights out feeling so happy that I thought I’d explode. And I’ve got albums of photos to remind me of the brilliant year that has been 2005/06.
The most important thing that I’ve learned, however, is that I have the most fantastic friends in the world. I really didn’t know this before, and I’m so grateful that the people who I thought would be nice were actually brilliant, and that people I totally didn’t expect to help were so quick to offer nights out and advice. I really don’t want to go through thanking everyone in the manner of the Oscars because it would be cheesier than this already is and would make it even longer, but you all know who you are and you’re all brilliant. Without my friends I’d still be sitting in a little tearful heap knowing that my life was over, but with them I’m happy and looking forward to the future.
And as for the future…well tonight I started planning to go traveling which is something I’ve decided I definitely want to do. It’s going to require an awful lot of saving and I’m still unclear as to how I’m going to manage it, but another thing I’ve learned is that if I want something it’s up to me to make it happen so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m such a shy person and I’ve sworn for years that I won’t go out of the country unless I’m with someone, so my round-the-world ideas had been put on the back burner until I found a man to go with. However, there’s no guarantee that that’s going to happen, so why should I shelve my dreams when I’m perfectly capable of making them come true on my own? As I wrote at the beginning of my planning, “this bitch ain’t hanging around for no man” – I think I was in an over-excitable state at that point and feeling strangely drunk despite having not drunk anything, but you get the general idea. I’m planning and I’m dreaming, and although I have very little control over getting the thing I want most, I’m going to make damn sure I get everything else. My little fantasy about proposals on Sydney Harbour Bridge might never happen, but that doesn’t mean I can’t go and appreciate the view!Apologies for the length of this ramble. If you got this far I’m quite frankly amazed! I hope it’s been suitably cheesy and over-emotional as we’ve come to expect from this blog. I’m off to attempt to de-stickify after this immensely hot day. Open day tomorrow...
Monday, July 03, 2006
I'm not sure yet exactly how I'm going to do this - I don't know if I'll be able to save enough to be able to manage without working out there, so I might do some stop-offs in a few countries on the way, then work for a few months in Oz when I arrive and then travel round the rest of Oz and NZ after that. I've calculated that I pretty much can't afford to keep my flat while I'm away, so I'll move all my stuff back home (my mum will be thrilled to be hosting all my rubbish for a year I'm sure!) and then come back to Leam afterwards and find a new place to live. I think if I take a whole year out I should have time to find somewhere between getting back and going back to work. The plan does rather hinge around work letting me take a career break, but a colleague had already been allowed one before she went for a promotion instead so they should let me - I'll have been there for a long time by then and I reckon I'll deserve it after 4 years of open days! My aim is to get a promotion after I've been there a couple of years so I'll be earning more money, but if the opportunity doesn't arise I may have to move elsewhere in pursuit of this work-related ambition that also seems to be surfacing, so hopefully they'll also let me go if I do a good enough job for them in the few years that I'm there.
This all sounds highly vague for someone who's supposedly being organised! In truth, having only decided this yesterday I'm still working out the basic concepts. However, I'm pretty determined to actually see this through - it'll be the achievement of my life and an amazing thing to do. I do have one request of everyone: once I've decided when I'm definitely going, please give me plenty of notice if you're planning to get married, and I'll factor in the cost of the flights home! I'm not missing anyone's wedding for anything. :o) (You can tell which aspects of this I've considered most carefully here...) Also, please don't laugh at me when the whole thing goes wrong and I give up - although I seriously hope that won't happen, this is me we're talking about here.
Oh, and watch this space tomorrow for an over-long and highly sentimental rambling through the past year. Those of you with a particularly cynical disposition might want to avoid this one...
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Apart from the awkwardness/stupidity issues, there's also the way that you can come across as a different person when you're online. I find that I adopt quite a different conversational style when I'm typing, and I can project the person I want to be rather than the person that I seem to be when I'm having a real conversation. I haven't yet worked out which of these people is the real me - I suppose your automatic responses in person should be a more accurate indicator of who you are, but I know that I'm someone who has to think about things before I can decide what I really feel, so maybe the person I am when I'm online is more like the person I actually am in my head, with all the doziness etc that I usually display in quantity filtered out. I've had quite witty conversations in the past over Messenger just because I've been able to think about my responses without the pressure of having to reply instantly/display the right body language/worry about what the other person's expressions etc are saying about the way they're thinking about me, and I've wished afterwards that I was able to be so quick/clever/interesting when I'm actually speaking to people. Obviously I wouldn't want the whole world to go electronic and people to never talk to each other again, but I do wish I could learn to be the intelligent, considered and amusing me in person rather than the dozy girl who screws up a lot that I increasingly seem to be. I wonder how this can be achieved!
EDIT: I feel I should record that I've just watched the most inspiring display of tennis from a British player that I can remember. Andy Murray has just demolished Andy Roddick in straight sets, in quite brilliant fashion. That boy has steel in his soul. What a star!