I seem to only have eaten breakfast today. Cereal for breakfast, a sausage bagel and hash brown for my break (at 10.30. Score! Bagel was better than I imagined ... so much cheese ...) and dinner was a fry up.
So today, on a food level, was a total win. Oh, and my friend bought me fudge. I love fudge. It's vanilla fudge too. I want to go eat it now, since I started talking about it. Seaside fudge is the best.
But yeah. Anyway. I mentioned in an earlier blog I have 2 types of relationships with people, chummy-chummy or sarky-sarky. I was talking to a sarky-sarky friend earlier, and she basically shut me out of work. And I bust up my hand banging on the door to get back in. And had to crawl out and go around to get back in work. But basically, I'm mad about my hand. Cue silent treatment. I'm clearly very mature. This'll last as long as the swelling does.
Oh, and I just created a justgiving page, am doing a fundraiser for the charity who support the hospital who saved my life. I think I'm optimistic with the amount I said, but I reeeeally wanna help out.
I have no idea how to end this, lol. Don't know that there's anything more I wanted to say.
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Monday, 21 June 2010
Clothes




This is one little quick post for a friend ... Jo and I have been obsessing over these tops, and Cassie wanted to see them ... but there's no pictures online, so I tried to upload the pictures on my phone ... but Chesney's not playing ball right now.
So this is the post I'm using. Ignore otherwise, I just thought I should explain myself, lol.
I'll be linking this to the site we were talking about it on.
Inspiration #3

I'm going to throw a curveball.
I like Daniel Radcliffe.
Okay, okay, so I'm a PotterDork, we all know that. I've practically forced my family into Hogwarts 31st July (we're flying 29th. We're resting first day out there, so Hogwarts is first) ... that's Harry Potter's birthday, by the way (and J.K.Rowling's. I expect so much out of 31st July).
I'm making boy listen to all the books. We're on chapter 13 of book 5 now.
I have about 2 copies of the DVDs, and the blu-rays. multiple shirts, the chess board, wands, the time turner ... obsessed is just about right (although, as you can clearly see, there is more to my life than Harry).
But still. Daniel isn't Harry. He just plays him (kinda poorly) in the films. Yeah, I said kinda poorly, it's not Dan's fault ... everyone in the books had a little more personality than Harry. I think Dan plays him best when he's a little vacant, since Harry seems to spend all his time brooding (but, he does comedic acting well, his best Potter scene was definitely in the sixth where he took the potion ... the spider impression cracked me up in an otherwise shoddy take of my favourite of the series).
I've seen other things he's been in. Extra's, my boy Jack (he was such an ungrateful, spoilt brat in that, it was brilliant, lol), December boys ... his Australian accent is way better than Robert Pattinson's American one. Dan can't sing - he has to do it in one scene to get it on with this girl and he makes me sound good. Not an easy feat!
I wanted to see him in Equus. I know everyone made a fuss of that just because Harry Potter was taking his clothes off, but it's used in one brilliant scene of We need to talk about Kevin (and that's one of my favourite books) so I was intrigued.
We were down in SoHo the day before the doors opened, for Katie's birthday. She wanted to go clubbing in SoHo and as we were looking for a decent club, we walked passed the back door, crowded with people, and then the front (we'd wondered about the crowd) ... we let off party poppers for Katie but I bet people thought it was because we were making a fuss of Equus. We found a club in the end.
Anyway, Daniel ... I don't know. He's weird looking and too breathy when he acts and like I said, has that vacant look ... and I should slag him off for all the above, but I find it endearing. I watch and go 'n'awwwwwh, Dan!' ... maybe it's because everyone's seen him acting since he was 10? Everything he does will be cute from now on.
Claire thinks we met him once. I like the story, even though I don't think it's true. It was just as Philosopher's Stone was getting a lot of attention, a few weeks before cinematic release. Claire and I were really into the science museum in South Kensington, so my dad took us. We convinced him to let us on this little simulator, and after queuing for ages, we squished in. The ride was crappy, built for 4 people max (there were 7 of us in there) ... when we got out, Claire went 'did you see who you were sitting next to?' (you mean, the little boy I was trying not to squish? no) 'it was Daniel Radcliffe'.
I'm still not sure I believe her, but saying I almost squished Dan Radcliffe sounds better than I didn't. I wish I had looked properly ... just to know (and to give him a taste for what women bugging him endlessly would be like) ... I miss being 14 ...
Sorry for the above picture. It was one of the few he didn't look amazingly weird in. He still kind of does ...
Who needs routine anyway?
Okay, so music is pretty big with me. Not as huge as some of my friends, but still pretty big.
There's this quote, I forget which book now, it's either Sarah Dessen or Lindsey Kelk, which goes 'if you say you like all music, it's because you haven't fallen in love with a style yet'.
Basically, you can listen to all types of music, but there should always be one style that stands out, or else you'll never really appreciate music.
I like most music. I'm very give-and-take on rap and r&b, house and club music. There are few tracks I like. I love pop as a guilty pleasure, but my all time favourite is punk-pop. I like country and jazz and old-fashioned rock'n'roll, I can take emo and screamo and opera. Musicals make me happy, soundtracks account for half my music collection (I first heard mest on Bring It On). I like instrumentals too - Vivaldi's 4 seasons got me through my A levels. Sixties music, Eighties music, some 20's swing ... like it all.
So it's a little bit of a change that I'm currently uploading 'r&b clubland' onto my computer. Buuuut, although there's a few turkeys on there, it's practically a collection of all the songs I can tolerate in the genre. So why the heck not?
Don't worry, I'll most likely follow it up with a good dose of NFG.
All of today was a change from the routine. Boy got me decorating biscuits this morning. There was one my brother-in-law had done y-fronts on, and boy had bitten the head off. So I put red icing on the neck wound. It looked amazing.
And boy and I decided to go get more decorating stuffs, and as I was off to get dressed (at midday), I got a text about going kiting ... and thought 'why the heck not?' (I was running out of ideas for decorations) so we went kiting/football with some work peeps.
Was good, I think boy loved the idea of having a huge field to run around in. Freedom tastes extra sweet when you're 2, I guess. He found this little path in some trees and had me running up and down it with him for a good half hour. And we both tried kiting, but he stopped when it dragged him on the ground and he started crying (don't worry, boy wasn't allowed to do it unsupervised, that kite pull got me too) ... it reminded me of how you hold the poles when skiing, how you square the reins to your body and use your torso for the direction ... which just makes me miss skiing (and it's been ten years since I went. I was awesome on the slopes, after the first day of falling on my ass and almost quitting). He made me laugh, when he called everyone either 'man' or 'girl' even though I told him their names. I think he heard 'blah blah man, blah blah girl, blah blah blah' ... which is what he normally hears when I talk.
We still got biscuit decorating crap. Cost me a good £30, but it keeps him quiet for a morning, so it's money well spent, lol.
Definitely beats constantly pulling him away from the TV. A whole day without Alvin, Toy Story, Spongebob, Penguins of Madagascar, Bob The Builder, In the night garden ... you have no idea how good that feels!
There's this quote, I forget which book now, it's either Sarah Dessen or Lindsey Kelk, which goes 'if you say you like all music, it's because you haven't fallen in love with a style yet'.
Basically, you can listen to all types of music, but there should always be one style that stands out, or else you'll never really appreciate music.
I like most music. I'm very give-and-take on rap and r&b, house and club music. There are few tracks I like. I love pop as a guilty pleasure, but my all time favourite is punk-pop. I like country and jazz and old-fashioned rock'n'roll, I can take emo and screamo and opera. Musicals make me happy, soundtracks account for half my music collection (I first heard mest on Bring It On). I like instrumentals too - Vivaldi's 4 seasons got me through my A levels. Sixties music, Eighties music, some 20's swing ... like it all.
So it's a little bit of a change that I'm currently uploading 'r&b clubland' onto my computer. Buuuut, although there's a few turkeys on there, it's practically a collection of all the songs I can tolerate in the genre. So why the heck not?
Don't worry, I'll most likely follow it up with a good dose of NFG.
All of today was a change from the routine. Boy got me decorating biscuits this morning. There was one my brother-in-law had done y-fronts on, and boy had bitten the head off. So I put red icing on the neck wound. It looked amazing.
And boy and I decided to go get more decorating stuffs, and as I was off to get dressed (at midday), I got a text about going kiting ... and thought 'why the heck not?' (I was running out of ideas for decorations) so we went kiting/football with some work peeps.
Was good, I think boy loved the idea of having a huge field to run around in. Freedom tastes extra sweet when you're 2, I guess. He found this little path in some trees and had me running up and down it with him for a good half hour. And we both tried kiting, but he stopped when it dragged him on the ground and he started crying (don't worry, boy wasn't allowed to do it unsupervised, that kite pull got me too) ... it reminded me of how you hold the poles when skiing, how you square the reins to your body and use your torso for the direction ... which just makes me miss skiing (and it's been ten years since I went. I was awesome on the slopes, after the first day of falling on my ass and almost quitting). He made me laugh, when he called everyone either 'man' or 'girl' even though I told him their names. I think he heard 'blah blah man, blah blah girl, blah blah blah' ... which is what he normally hears when I talk.
We still got biscuit decorating crap. Cost me a good £30, but it keeps him quiet for a morning, so it's money well spent, lol.
Definitely beats constantly pulling him away from the TV. A whole day without Alvin, Toy Story, Spongebob, Penguins of Madagascar, Bob The Builder, In the night garden ... you have no idea how good that feels!
Saturday, 19 June 2010
No words.
Just ... I have no words.
But an extra 4 hour shift over the busy period tomorrow (anything to fund my dunkin' donuts habit when I go to Florida)
*speechless*
... I probably shouldn't have watched Brothers. That was messed up.
But an extra 4 hour shift over the busy period tomorrow (anything to fund my dunkin' donuts habit when I go to Florida)
*speechless*
... I probably shouldn't have watched Brothers. That was messed up.
Friday, 18 June 2010
Woe is me :(
I keep coughing.
My hayfever's ridiculous.
I burnt my finger and have no recollection of doing it. Some fat must have splashed onto my finger or something.
I smashed my elbow on a piece of metal that wasn't sticking out. I can't stretch my arm all the way out without it hurting.
And I kicked my dodgy toenail when slipping on a wet floor. Everyone heard me yell out, and everyone reacted the same when I said I'd kicked it - 'eww' (I might have talked about my toenail before) it's almost off. It's sort of interesting under there, but mainly disgusting. I can't balance properly anymore.
Oh, and then I tortured myself with the England/Algeria game. Are you freakin' kidding me? We're a terrible team. Sorry, we need to get over ourselves (maybe then we'd have a decent, hard-working team). Did like watching Beckham mouthing the words 'Oh, fuck off Ref' right at the end. Enjoyed the boy watching the game more. "Come on England football!" ... toddlers are awesome. When they're not waving books in your face for reading and you're a)coughing b)bunged up and c)watching the football (I love him, but I'd read before the match, at half time, and at bedtime too).
Life's not completely terrible though. I won't be blogging tomorrow, since I'm 'celebrating' 5 years at work (if no managers were reading, I'd say commiserating, lol) ... I'm going to town on the TGI cocktails, even if no one else does! Got to get an outfit still ... oh, and I'm seeing some of the mcfans next Saturday! Wish the other two were coming, but they both already have plans. Still ... it's been way, WAY too freaking long!
My hayfever's ridiculous.
I burnt my finger and have no recollection of doing it. Some fat must have splashed onto my finger or something.
I smashed my elbow on a piece of metal that wasn't sticking out. I can't stretch my arm all the way out without it hurting.
And I kicked my dodgy toenail when slipping on a wet floor. Everyone heard me yell out, and everyone reacted the same when I said I'd kicked it - 'eww' (I might have talked about my toenail before) it's almost off. It's sort of interesting under there, but mainly disgusting. I can't balance properly anymore.
Oh, and then I tortured myself with the England/Algeria game. Are you freakin' kidding me? We're a terrible team. Sorry, we need to get over ourselves (maybe then we'd have a decent, hard-working team). Did like watching Beckham mouthing the words 'Oh, fuck off Ref' right at the end. Enjoyed the boy watching the game more. "Come on England football!" ... toddlers are awesome. When they're not waving books in your face for reading and you're a)coughing b)bunged up and c)watching the football (I love him, but I'd read before the match, at half time, and at bedtime too).
Life's not completely terrible though. I won't be blogging tomorrow, since I'm 'celebrating' 5 years at work (if no managers were reading, I'd say commiserating, lol) ... I'm going to town on the TGI cocktails, even if no one else does! Got to get an outfit still ... oh, and I'm seeing some of the mcfans next Saturday! Wish the other two were coming, but they both already have plans. Still ... it's been way, WAY too freaking long!
Thursday, 17 June 2010
By the way ...
You'll notice, now, wherever I mention a book I've read, film I've seen or actor I want to talk about in particular ... I'll be pasting pics like crazy. Go back entries, I'm sticking them wherever I see fit.
I'm just making the blog prettier, is all!
I'm just making the blog prettier, is all!
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