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[Jan. 6th, 2006|11:29 am] |
1. What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before?
Spend time with lots of people
2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Spend time with lots of people - yup
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Hell yes! Helen gave birth to beautiful Eowyn. Andy (father)is chuffed.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Where do I start...
5. What countries did you visit in 2005?
USA, France, Germany, Holland and Belgium.
6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?
Someone who can really make me feel like people are worth the effort.
7. What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
January 1st. July 27th. September 1st. Life is fragile.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Letting someone close to me.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Letting someone close to me.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
I honestly don't know.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
Mystic book.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Andy, Helen, my mother, my sister, Katy, Chris, Fiona, Steve, Jon and Chris P.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Pick a number from 1 to 30.
14. Where did most of your money go?
No idea. Stuff. Other people.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
A ray of hope. and re-enacting.
16. What song will always remind you of 2005?
Manowar - metal warriors
17. Compared to this time last year:
Way down. Don't know what's wrong with me.
Older or wiser? Older. Everything makes less sense as I get older.
Thinner or Fatter? Thinner - but that's mainly over the last 3 months.
Richer or poorer? poorer
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Support the people around me.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Drinking.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
With Mum, Ian and Granny. It was nice.
21. How will you be spending New Years Eve?
Spent it with Phil in the end. Once again the man's a hero.
22. Did you fall in love in 2005?
15% - Most for years.
23. What was your favourite TV programme?
Dr who/rome
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
New people, new hate. Hate is fun. But I still hate liars.
26. What was the best book you read?
Capoeira - roots of the dance-fight-game - Nestor Capoeira.
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Music generally.
28. What did you want and get?
Articulated Lobster-tail Sallet
29. What did you want and not get?
Do people count?
30. What was your favorite film(s) of this year?
Star Wars, Narnia, Wallace and Gromit, probably forgot a load...
31. What did you do on your birthday?
Drink Stroh with a weasal and a good geordie
32. What would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
More people who want to fight.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?
Scruffy earth tones
34. What kept you sane?
My Messianic Quest. Turns out it was bullshit.
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Alyssa Milano
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
The most? War stuff - yes I am a little girl.
37. Who did (do) you miss?
Shaggy.
38. Who was the best new person/people you met?
Chris Charlton
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004:
Most people are lying ingrates and those who aren't die first.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
I will forgive but I won't forget,
And I hope you know you've lost my respect.
Does it run in your blood
to betray the ones you love? |
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| circling the plug-hole |
[Jan. 6th, 2006|11:20 am] |
must not kill people.
must not kill people.
worthless charlatons. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|03:30 am] |
i have a guardian angel.
i also have a motto.
if you ain't dead you ain't fucked up.
life is always perfect unless there is something real like illness to stop it.
as such i don't sweat anything.
it also helps that an easy save will always appear when i truly need it.
im starting to believe i really do have a guardian angel.
today i sprained my wrists, hence the lack of capitals.
that's what you call a mitigating factor when it comes to submitting assessed work.
i sometimes wish my guardian angel wasn't so rough. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 26th, 2005|08:39 pm] |
About to start my essays.
Less to do than I thought.
10,000 + 3,000 + 1,000 plus 2 excercises.
In for 1200 tomorrow.
Why am I wasting time writing this? |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|05:34 am] |
| [ | Who I'm hating |
| | being awake | ] |
| [ | putting my hands in the like just don't care |
| | I hate being awake | ] |
So much woooork...
Monday morning was the only lecture I was intending on going to this term and I missed it.
Why?
Because I spent nearly an hour and a half starting at 9am trying to find the cat I'd lost in my room.
Because of the dream I'd been having.
It took all that time for me to realise - they don't allow pets at uni - your cats are at home.
Bugger.
Points for guessing why I had that dream on Sunday night.
Don't comment.
Although on the cheery side I watched a black and white movie with miss world winners on the moon last night.
Yay.
By which I mean I watched it whilst on the moon, not that the models were on the moon. Stupid.
Errrmmm.......
I have less than 12 days to write one 3,000, two 10,000 and one 1,000 word essay.
I honestly couldn't care less.
It's scaring me how little I'm bothered by this.
I think I'm just too stupid to realise how much I have to do.
Either that or I'm too cool for school.
Peace out, Emokids. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 13th, 2005|12:41 am] |
Well I'm a happy bunny.
Got woken up by a porter at 12:00 to tell me I have a call.
Next thing I know my mummy's on the phone some bad news.
One of my cats died this morning.
Her name is Jiggy (Jigsaw) and here is a bit of information about her.
Jiggy is a little cat and a scaredy cat.
She was always wandering around the house being generally nervous of the human's and the other cats. and the plants. I can't count on my fingers and toes how many times she has peed on my bed.
But for some reason, when she goes outside she is the baddest cat on the block.
She's ginger and white and black (hence the name) and likes to nap on my head when I'm asleep.
This morning she wandered into my Mom's bedroom and found a nice jumper to sleep on.
She wrapped herself around a chairleg and dozed off under the radiator.
And then she didn't wake up.
It was a pity that I wasn't there when she died, but I think it was a pretty good way to go.
If I had the choice between seeing her one last time and guaranteeing a death like that I think I'd keep things as they are.
Anyway, just thought you should all appreciate the coolness of Jiggy. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2005|04:10 pm] |
I have friends who whine.
And who can't play a BESM game in 5 hours.
Blah, blah, blah.....
Chris says he would have great difficulty getting a girlfriend.
Sonia says "I can self medicate!"
Sian says "mmeeeewwww"
Colin says "phut!" |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 24th, 2005|04:11 pm] |
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would you like to see my magic staff? |
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| still alive |
[May. 24th, 2005|03:26 pm] |
| [ | putting my hands in the like just don't care |
| | Fool cross over Nirvana - Yasushi Ishii | ] |
ET lives. Just.
So what's been happening?
On Friday I gave it large to some crunchy psytrance in Langwith, followed by a trip to James for red wine and recreational pharmacuticals on the peer.
Followed by Vanbrugh for a chat with Rhi, or as some people like to call her, "that horribly drunk whore of a smack-head". I prefer "Rhi".
And all through Chris was BREAKING MY BRAIN! Some of the stuff that boy comes out with is so damn wierd it can't be explained by his newcastle roots. Cool dude. Chris also engaged in the evenings activities. I swear he choked out more smoke than he breathed in.
Saturday was the memorial concert for Sinead. Had some good bands and Livewire's set was spot on. They did both an acoustic and a rock performance of 46 ballons and both were beautiful. It was good to see the gang together after so long and A&H seemed to really enjoy themselves. I spent an inordinate amount of time being chased around the field by the kids though. Darn kids.
The concert was in St. Neots. I hate St. Neots. I hate the people, I hate the houses, the very air is a poisonous fume and there is evil there which does not sleep. Let us be absolutely clear on this, I hate St. Neots.
Case in point, Saturday. As I have said, Friday was a pretty heavy night, so I emerged from my bed at 3pm knowing that I had to be in Cambridgeshire for 8pm for the concert. (The quicker amongst may realise that this means St. Neots is in Cambridgeshire - give yourself a pat on the back and a kiss on the lips). I eventually conducted my lazy yet perfectly formed arse to the train station via travelling man. All is well. Two hours and a £1 can of coke later (wagn will burn in hell) I arrive in St. Neots station. What a shit hole.
Looking around I see only a candy goth (burn it!) from whom to request directions. So he sends me down the hill, across the mini roundabouts and left at the t-junction. Finally I arrive at the Rugby Club. woo-hoo.
Except that I asked him how to get to the Football Club. Which it soon becomes apparant was just round the corner from the station in the opposite direction. Bastard.
I can accept a mistake. I can even accept the git's off-the-peg gothfit. I will not, cannot, accept walking THREE MILES in the wrong direction.
And back again. With a laptop and backpack. In the rain. Grrrr...
And to ice the cake of my discontent, every single motorist who passed me gawped out of the window at me. Not even watching the road. Gits. I think they could smell the A-levels on me.
Oh well, the concert was good.
And when I crashed through my Mum's living room window (she thought I was still in York) I was greeted by the sight of our new puppy, called Lu Lu.
Great surprise. She so cuuute. The puppy, not my mum. Baka.
Sunday Funsoc. Gained one S only to lose the other. Bugger. Then Chris and I ordered pizza and watched VHS' 20 greatest Rock anthems. Rock 'n' fuckin' Roll!
Monday was Fiona's birthday so we all dressed up as goths and toured the campus bars. I learnt that I look sexy in black lipstick and nail polish. And that Liztheamazon is deeply in love with me. (psyche)
Wow. so that's what it's like to write an essay on livejournal.
Peace out girls and boys. |
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| 'Down and up again' or 'How capoeira saved my life' |
[May. 14th, 2005|02:15 pm] |
Well this has been an interesting week.
By Thursday morning I was less than a happy bunny.
Fresh cuts and all that jazz.
But Thursay evening reminded me that CAPOEIRA IS LORD OF ALL!
If anyone doesn't know what capoeira is then google it because it is god's gift to the world (alongside my nephew - he IS Jesus 2K).
Anyway, feelin' rough on Thursday untill the evening when I had my first capoeira lesson with the new teacher in York, first lesson since I got back from the 'dam, and all of a sudden life is beautiful.
The new teacher is really nice and really good and I met a nice girl (capoeira girls-also on my list of gifts from god).
Pity I ache all over and can't stoop to pick something up without more bad language than a normal person at a charver convention.
Trained again on Friday night and arranged for lessons to start at the uni. Damn it, I love me so hard.
Up until the Morning After o Aches and Pains I've been so wired it is unbelievable, and just from training.
Damn it, I failed to bitch again.
Funsoc tomorrow evening, hope both S's are feeling good enough to come.
And stalker boy doesn't. |
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| number two |
[May. 12th, 2005|01:40 pm] |
| [ | putting my hands in the like just don't care |
| | melodie......again | ] |
Two hours of sitting in a circle discussing whether a handshake with someone you've already met that day is "deviant behaviour" or not.
Sometimes sociology sucks.
Lent my duvet to M and he still hasn't given it back.
Or my shaving cream.
Bastard.
I am absolutely loving the new axe. 3 footer. Nice.
Kind of compensates for something...
I'm sure I can find something to bitch about by the end of the week. |
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| oinau |
[May. 12th, 2005|01:17 am] |
Oinau (greetings) it is then.
Hey to everyone.
I bet you didn't think that me of all people would start one of these.
Get ready for the pants-filling ride that is my life.
Let the bitching begin.
(p.s. validate-me.com was taken) |
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