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May 23 signs that omlette is becoming middle-aged... 1. I appear to be cultivating a slow-growing enjoyment of horticulture. It started with a basil plant. Now that basil plant is affectionately referred to as "Bas", lives in my bedroom, and got asked if he was "feeling a little worse for wear" before being watered the other day... Now I have some cut lilies which I am trying to keep on life support for as long as possible cos they make my room smell nice. 2. I have begun to appreciate Victorian architecture. And walks in parks, and feeding ducks, and (god forbid) mildly amusing small children/babies. 3. My idea of execise is a weekly yoga class, after which I am always complaining about my joints, especially my back. 4. I'm writing all this whilst listening to Magic Fm: easy listening for the over 40's. (I have yet to stoop as low as Smooth fm or Classic fm, yet feel that Heart fm is a tad too "youthful"). April 21 omlette thinks that... (II) ...her worst fears have been realised and her dad hasn't saved the changes he made to her draft. ... but maybe that's because there were no changes??? ... hmm.... ... if she could converse with Estimated Marginal Means, she would tell them that, whilst she understands vaguely what they are, she still doesn't understand precisely what it is that they are trying to tell her. March 28 omlette thinks that... ... the word "response" would look and sound so much better if it were spelt with 2 o's instead of 1. ... the checkout guy in Salisbury Road Tesco's is, as Nat would say, rather lovely. Ooh young man!!! ... although she is not hungry, she would like to eat the creme eggs on her desk, but knows that they'd make her feel sick, so she won't. ... SPSS outputs are quite clearly The Devil in statistic-form. ... Restraint theory is a massive let-down, considering it promises so many ground-breaking implications for how we deal with obesity and other eating disorders, but fails to deliver on so many levels. ... Restraint theory's failure to deliver could also be due to a massive oversight on her part though, and is scared that she's fucked up her project already. ... she should really get on with her work and go write a load of bull where it actually matters, ie. in a Word file, on her project. March 21 musings on rugby It seems only fitting seeing as the early omlette-diaries are so full of crazy rugby rants. FIRST IRISH GRAND SLAM FOR OVER 60 YEARS!!!! Wooooooooooooo yeah!!!!! Once upon a time I was obsessed with the delectable sport of rugby. Saving newspaper clippings from major tournaments (world cup 2003 right through to the Lions tour in '07), listing all the famous players I'd seen at work, autograph hunting, the lot. Admittedly uni has allowed the obsession to wane a little (I haven't a clue about the rules anymore, they keep bloody changin em!!!), but the passion is still there. I had to watch most of the match from behind a pillow, had several panic attacks and actually burst out sobbing uncontrollably at the end. What a match! So, why Ireland? I'm not bandwaggonning because they were winning. I'm not supporting them over Wales because their win meant England came 2nd, and frankly there are enough smug Welshmen about the place as it is. No, it's all due to a schoolgirl crush on Brian O'Driscoll (and Gordon D'Arcy to a lesser extent), and the fact that the team has remained pretty unchanged the whole time I've been supporting them, and also the fact that they've come into the tournament as favourites so many times and lost out. Really, it's just good to see someone other than Wales or France win it for a change. Good on em. February 02 musings on life, death, and broccoliFirst entry of 2009 - woo, scary! Only 3 years til the end of the world, if you believe what people say. God I will be well pissed off if the world ends in 2012. If all my post-uni plans work out then I would be in 2nd year of med school, all that effort and money would've gone to waste lol. I'm slightly freaking out about that actually - med school that is, not meteors hitting Earth. After an Epic Fail in the 2006 cycle I'm going back for more, and this time round it's gona be a whole lot worse. Think about it, I've gotta sit 2 entrance exams, one of which is six hours and both of which will cost me about £200 apiece. I'm competing against science graduates with Firsts and masterses and phds, not to mention a whole load of A level kids with 4 A grades and 10+ A*/A grades at GCSE, plus they'll all have significantly more work experience than me etc. In my day an A and a few B's was considered really good grades, and at the moment I'm barely scraping a 2:1 so the odds are stacked. I swear A levels and GCSEs are getting easier for sure.
On an aside note, my arms are fuckin killing me. Had my 2nd hepatitis jab and my typhoid jab today and the typhoid one has effectively paralysed my eniter right arm and it HURTS. A lot. Still, will be ok in a few days or so, and it'll all mean that I can go to Belarus to look after The Orphans, yay.Speaking of which, am meeting my group for the first time tomorrow, praying that they're pretentious bellends... I'm also going to Italy at Easter (yay)... and... and... it's just started to snow, which means that I'm gona freeze when I go out later, but yay! Snow! About bloody time too seeing as I've had my mother ring twice today to check if it's snowing here yet, cos apparently they've had 8 inches. Grrr. November 11 Simple things...It's been a while. Been slightly lacking on the ol' inspiration front. I left with a somewhat heartfelt entry directed at an ex - still not totally over you hunny but my depression has just turned into bitterness and resentment lol. I know that you know that I know that you have a new ladyfriend. Bastard. Anyways as the song goes "I'm gona wash that man right outta my hair". No use crying over spilt milk. Etcetera etcetera.
Third year of uni, new house, new (-ish) housemates... I should be so much more focussed on my studies this year, to an extent I am, I mean I've limited my nights out to one a week (housepartys and "quiet drinks" dont count) and I'm actually aiming to do 2 readings per lecture for my modules. This is just a drop in the ocean though considering the reference lists for each lecture are as long as my arm. And it takes me and hour and a half at best to get through a single article. Psychology is so fucking boring sometimes. I'm enjoying the research project, because at this stage it's just generating ideas n stuff, no actual writing yet. My dissy however is scratch-ya-eyes-out boring. Why did I decide to do it on domestic violence therapies, why? The moral here is never get your ideas from Cosmo magazine. Anyhoo, having been decidedly lazy of late, this has given me ample opportunity to rediscover the simple pleasures in life. Like licking yoghurt pot lids. Reading the paper. Crunching leaves. Using hot squash as an alternative to central heating. Going on mini adventures to parts of Cardiff I've never been before (like Wilkinsons- trekked all the way into deepest-darkest Roath to get one pair of pink rubber gloves to make the udder for my cow halloween costume. I was beaten to the costume prize by an oompahloompah. Gutted.). Life is fun. All I need now is an uber-hot guy to parade under the nose of my ex (mwahaha) and for the fairies to write my dissertation for me. Sorted. September 05 Finality/ Letter to ...It's a weird feeling, when something ends for good. Leaves you with a vast empty space where something once dear to you resided. Leaves you not really knowing what to think, or where to go next. This time of year is supposed to be about new beginnings, new year at uni, new house etc. and I guess it is in a way, as the ending of one era is really just the start of another. But it's hard to concentrate on the start of another era when you can't even see where that start may be, so instead you're left dwelling on what's left behind. I'm not talking about my leaving oceana this weekend, though I will be sad to go it's not really a big deal. I'm talking about matters slightly closer to the heart. We split up months ago, actually we've now been apart for twice the length of time that we went out for. Stupid really that I still find it difficult to get over you then. Stupider still, to get myself tied up in further emotional baggage immediatly after you telling me that we'd never be together again. I don't regret it, I just realise (after a day spent bawling my heart out) that it probably wasn't the best idea. And whilst I don't want to let you go, I know that so long as I still feel this way about you I can never just be "friends". God knows how I'd cope if you got another girlfriend (and you will all to easily), but I don't think I could be there all smiles and matey-ness without wanting to stab someone haha. I don't want you out of my life, but unfortunately it's the necessary sacrifice to be made until I stop being so in love with you. Hopefully this will just be a temporary measure. And hopefully one day you'd be able to trust me again enough to... but I'm not going to support such notions... Anyhoo, nos da babyn, llawer o gariad. |
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