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My Day, In Full
(Siobhan, curious to see what would happen if she adopted the "My Mundane Life" style of weblog-posting, decides to detail her day in minute detail...)
/me grunts
It's typical, isn't it? You lie there in bed during the small hours of the
A65
Ever had a thought that seems like a good idea, but you just haven't quite worked out the logistics of it?
LeftLion Radio - Show #5
Twats with ponytails [...] using one of them Fisher-Price things to teach your nephew to swear.
Screensaver Panic
"I'm just going for some lunch", said I, grabbing my mouse and flinging the cursor to the bottom left of the screen.
Real Estate
I love my PowerBook. He's a spritely little twelve-inch G4, rammed (pun intended) full with every configurable option when we were buying him for me off the Apple Store.
A Ginsters Sandwich Metaphor
I was hungry, what with it being lunchtime and all that, and trotted down to the 1st floor. Having spent most of yesterday dealing with the after effects of trying to eat what was possibly the Most Godawful Toad In THe Hole In The World™, I figured I'd avoid the 'canteen' and grab a sandwich from the SU shop.
Early Conditioning
All this week, quite understandably, my ever-so-excited brother has been emailing me photographs of my new nephew :)
Speed Deprincessing
In which Siobhan confesses to being a terrible parent.
A Plan
I have, of late, been getting far too stressed out by the whole enormity of the concept of moving. Seeing it all as 'one task' has been doing my nut in, and setting myself the challenge of getting everything done at once has not been good for my headspace.
Humble Pie
I bitch about my parents a lot. Not excessively I feel, just on a slight bewilderment level - about their overt religiousness and their (assumed) inability to grasp who I am as a person.
Aesthetic Discourses In Unexpected Contexts
"Um, twenty five grammes of Drum, and a packet of red Rizlas please."
Apple-Shift-S
A small snapshot of what's going on right now.
Gah, The Heat
Now, I know I shouldn't complain or anything, but well *pheeeeeeew*!
A Question For You
Do you ever write something in the heat of the moment, and think to yourself "Ha! I am the greatest wit in the world! Everyone else will cower at my command over the comedic powers of the English language. Children will tell their children the tale of the hilarious comment that once was left on some blog or another"?
Verbal Assault, Dada Style
Large groups of men scare the crap out of me, and so, whenever I'm walking around, if I see one I end to either (a) look at the ground, or (b) puff my chest up and try and look 'nonchalant'.
Putting Words In My Mouth
Policemen, at least around here, are lovely (and cute)
Temporary Shutdown
Things are going to go quiet around here for a bit. Sorry. Not that anyone cares or anything ;)
Things Guaranteed To Take The Joy Out Of A Glorious Morning...
Number 2573: Finding 75 pieces of comment-spam on 75 different days of your weblog, and having to take them all out using vi :angry:
On Getting Things Done
Before anyone points out that everyone else on the planet manages to do the kinds of things I've done today on a regular basis, and It's Not That Big A Deal, Really™, I must just explain that I am crap, and for me to actually do more than two things in a day is a rare occurrance.
Head Flux
Sometimes, you spend much of your adolescent life trying to convince yourself you're definately, positively not one thing, only to find out later in life that you kinda are, a bit. Then, later still, you find out that you're not quite so that something as you thought you were. What's even worse though, is to find out that you can be one day, then not the next.
How To Convince Someone You're Not A Stalker
Deny emphatically in IM to them that you are a stalker. Emphasise profusely how much of a non-stalker you are. Whenever the word "stalker" appears in general conversation, punctuate it with the words "I am so not!". Then apologise for even bringing up the subject.
Today Was A Day When Things Arrived
You know, as guilty as I feel for taking today off (even though I needed it), I'm rather glad that I did. For today saw a rather unprecedented amount of delivery-van-activity at my house.
Dear Colleagues And Students
An apology: I profusely grovel to whoever is first in the building tomorrow morning, and pray that it's a cleaner (with equipment) rather than a First Year...
Pause
I have, if truth be told, a hectic couple of days. It's all been a bit weird and haphazard, to be frank.
Some Links
I've been struggling along with Newsgator recently, trying to keep up with feeds and whatnot. I know that everyone else in the sane world uses Google Reader (or Bloglines I guess), but I got a free Newgator account when I bought NetNewsWire a while back - and seeing as I only really used it to sync my feeds between Macs, it was all fine and dandy.
Untitled (Random)
Rule #1 of washing up: It's only just after you've emptied the sink, that you'll
Currantly
Ebay : CHILDS DRUM KIT
Assimilation
There must be someone, somewhere in Leeds that understands the letter that just came through my door. It's full of numbers, words like "incremental progression" and "harmonised". Personally, I'm completely baffled, but it looks like Happy News™ so I'm going to take it as such.
Outside The Box
Just a quick thought that I wanted to write down. It might be of utter insignificance, but it intrigued me for a few seconds a moment ago, and if I don't record it in some way, then it'll irritate me. I mean, after all, what's a blog for if not ther record of the emphemeral notions that whizz past you at 11.30 on a Wednesday night?
The Procrastination Properties Of Silk Nighties
Didn't get out of bed until ten o'clock this morning. I woke up at about 5-ish (as usual) but resisted the urge to check emails and feeds, and instead knocked back a pint of blackcurrant squash and flung my head back down on the pillow.
A Sort Of Prepending Calm
Sunday evenings are usually, for me at least, a relaxing affair - a time to kick off my heels (like I ever wear heels...), put my feet up, and relax with a bottle (or two) of wine and a carton of Marlboros, safe in the knowledge that I have a whole day to follow where I can Get Stuff Done™.
Compensation Dressage
I was going to twitter this, but I thought 140 characters wasn't enough.
Siobhan's Top Decorating Tips (2)
Tie your hair back properly before you start wielding paintbrushes around the place.
How To Interpret Your Dreams
I have to type this quickly, because all the things are starting to fade...
Is It Just Me?
Or does anyone else have glorious flashbacks to 1997 when they hear Michael Portillo say his middle name is "Xavier"?
Fun Things To Do On A Tuesday Monday Lunchtime
Go to Miss K's Blog
@Everyone
Sorry - my minds just randomly wandering this morning. Truth is, I only woke up about an hour ago - not because I was drunk last night, but because I was sober.
Re: Other Stuff
Just catching up...
I Am Going To Bed
But I'm going to set my alarm for early, because I want to be awake for 06.06.06 06:06:06. Because I am that sad :)
A Culinary Warning
Do not follow the recipe for Norwegian meatcakes that I linked to yesterday, unless you want an amorphous, unedible bowlful of milky, gingery pink yukk to take around to your friends to impress them.
Talk Like A Policeman
There's a certain language that you always hear policemen and women talk in whenever they're giving statements in court or to the press. Instead of saying "I followed the car down the street, then nabbed the twokker", they'll say something like:
I Have A Great Desire To Be At Home
It's Thursday afternoon, about twenty to six. Ahead of me this evening, is a 2-3 hour drive back to Lancaster - the only thing stopping me from walking out the door with a spring in my step being the shitty Leeds rush-hour traffic, and an alarming tendancy of my car to overheat while standing in traffic.
A New Broom Gathers No Moss
So here's the thing: my house (and by extension, my self) is a mess. I'm sitting here, on my sofa, and scattered all around me are the detritis from a few carefree days of pleasure.
Thoughts That Almost Made It Out Of My Head Complete
But not quite.
!edit
You know what my problem is? I just don't know when to shut up.
Dammit
Self Indulgence
Being as it's ten to five, and I doubt a Parcel Force van bearing huge dresses is likely to arrive today, I'm going to take the opportunity to run myself a bath, totally destress, and afford myself the luxury of wearing a dress for the rest of the day.
Expectant
It's half-past eight in the morning. I'm lying on my sofa with my laptop, coffee, fags, and a rather fetching blue nightie, wondering if I should maybe get dressed properly.
My Two Girls
I would take a photograph, but I very much doubt that Thau would be too impressed. I just wanted to mention that she's lying in bed, fast asleep, with Biscuit curled up at her head ... and it's the cutest thing in the world.
Opportunistic Sainsburys Conversations
"Hi Siobhan[1]. Need any help with your packing?"
And I Thought *I* Was Vain...
Having a rough time logging in and out of SL this afternoon. One crash so far, and some frustratedly annoying moments wondering why I couldn't buy anything, before realising that my L$ balance was loading properly.
Things I Should Probably Sort Out Before It's Too Late
You know how it is, of course. Vague opportunities for Fun! present themselves out of the blue, requiring nothing more than a quick penciling-in in your diary, followed by a cursory glance at said chronological notebook, and a quick "Right, let's go!" ... Unless, of course, you're me.
The Eternal Struggle Of Man Against Nature
Really pissed off, and slightly concerned today.
Typical
OK, so you wake up far too early - which is only natural given how light the mornings are at the moment (and your blinds are up). Your mind is full of things (that will get blogged later) meaning that it's nigh-on impossible for you to get back to sleep. For maybe an hour or so, you lie in bed toying with the idea of getting up, but decide instead to give it another go and thrust your face back into the pillows. For maybe another hour, thoughts churn around your head, gradually fading, until the luxury of sleep starts to slip its way back into your eyelids.
Do You Ever...
...have one of those days where you just completely get on a roll, and come out at the end of it with a (quite frankly) stunning bit of work?
Unordered List
It is very very good to be home. Gooder than I thought.Dull
Something wonderful happened today. Something that I've been fantasising about for a long time. An email that I thought I'd never get plopped into my work-inbox, and sent me scurrying up several flights of stairs to share the news.
Dreamspace
Really odd one last night. Not one of my usual vivid epics - just a small snippet that I remember out of what I presume must have been a lot longer, seeing as I've got that strange "been asleep, yet now knackered because my brain was working too hard dreaming" thing going on this morning.
Food Stupido - Parts 1 and 2
One
Glitch
Is it just me, or has the internet started going really slow?
Three Things
When something says "Just add hot milk", it means hot milk, and not just water. YukDrama, Excitement
I've never been on a train where someone's pulled the emergency cord before. This could either be an exciting, or a tedious and annoying experience...
Self-Constructed Validation Protocols
There is a piece of paper, next to me on my desk, with those words (and a smiley face) scrawled on them. It's there as a little reminder to myself that last night I had the most wonderful idea for a Deep And Meaningful™ discourse on, um, well ... see, now I forget.
Deflation
At ten past three this afternoon, my teaching officially ended for this academic year. That's it. Done. Kaput. It doesn't start again until the end of September.
Health
Struck by a poignant moment in Green Wing (no, really) (Transvestite alert: Man in tutu. Take offense), I suddenly started considering my own physical wellbeing.
Significance
I think, if I'm not mistaken, that my sister (who has passed out on the sofa downstairs - she being a total fucking lightweight who has drunk a lot less wine than me today ... ha!) - my sister being my spitting image apparently - has never actually seen me in a dress until earlier on this evening when we got back home an I did the singularly most natural thing that I could possibly think of doing.
Pseudonymity
It's not like I wasn't expecting anything to have been delivered while I was away - in fact, there were three parcels I was kinda hoping to pick up from the Post Office yesterday:
Some People Say I Write Too Much
But personally, I think I don't write enough. So :-P. And to rectify that, here's a totally pointless detailing of what happened to me this afternoon/evening...
Some Thoughts
As interesting an experience as this is, I can't wait until midnight so I can have my stylesheets back.Journey Thoughts
Just a couple of things that occurred to me today, and got dwelt on a bit in my head on the drive home.
Sometimes
Sometimes, you want to grab the Internet by the lobes and pull it as far into your face as you possibly can, and scream into its eardrums.
A Casual Thought
It's quarter to midnight. I'm lying here on my sofa, in a big flowing black skirt, and an off-the-shoulder black gypsy top.
A Small Favour
Um, listen. If anyone happens to be going past my house today, I don't
Things To Do Tomorrow
Plug Erin inLife's Little Essentials
Oh, it was all supposed to be incredibly easy. I mean, how hard could it be to gather together a few essential items to spend a couple of nights in a new flat.
Warp Speed
A weird thing happened on the drive home tonight. OK, two weird things happened - the first being that there were almost no cars on the road, and I got home in under two hours.
A Short Cautionary Conversation With My Mother
(This was preceded by general flat-hunting chit-chat, and the admission from myself that there are black marks from my past on my credit history)
Things To Occupy Your Head Over A Cup Of Hot Chocolate Before You Go To Bed
No. 1: Feet
Busy Busy Busy
I seem to have far too many things to do at the moment...
A Race Against Nature
This morning, I was rather taken aback when putting on my jeans, to discover that they were soaking wet.
And There Is No Coffee
I'm tired. I'm stressed. I'm angry. I'm having a four-day battle with a printer that refuses to print out anything other than the first page of a twenty-two page job. The place is a mess. I've too many things to do. The lifts are playing with my head and not stopping at my floor. My hair needs washing. I miss my cats. I'm teetering on the brink of shouting at something/someone.
A Minor Apology
I can't help but feel, sometimes, that the content of my blog slips away into the random and uniteresting. As much as I love the Fluidity Of The Now™ that seems to underly it, it does bother me when that 'Now' descends into tiny fragments of interest.
0715, Platform 2
Calling at:
WTF?
Um, sorry, just thought this deserved a mention considering I just spent a good few minutes writing about (essentially) my little "feeling sleepy" strategies.
It's 12.20am. Outside my house right now there are men doing roadworks. With an angle grinder :angry:
In Passing
random photo cinema secondlife
Three Things That Are Narking Me Right *Now*
Sycophantic Backslapping
Virtual Chaperon
Dear all. If you're ever in some kind of online social space with me, and you hear me come out with something along the lines of "Hey, shall I open another bottle?", puhlease tell me "No"[1] and remind me that every time I do that I end up with roadworks inside my head the next morning.
Oh The Irony (2)
Continuing on from the story about my little fuck-up with the colour of the films I was projecting last Friday, combined with a general search for something interesting to do tomorrow night and Steph's comment...
Morning Detritus
There is a roll of toilet paper lying on the floor of my living room. This presumably means that something was spilled last night.
Gooey
You know, I guess sometimes it's really easy to forget that people who don't spend their lives messing around with web interfaces can sometimes find it hard to grasp concepts that to some of us seem perfectly reasonable.
I {Heart} Leaves
Despite getting home well before the sun went down last night, for some unknown reason I've had the blinds down in my studio. Realising that this was a Stoopid Thing To Do™, I pulled them up and was greeted by this...
Karma (No. 328)
I swear, one of these days there's going to be some kind of payback for me with all of these...
Two Letters Of Interest
Three things came through my letterbox this morning. The first was an electricity bill, so lets ignore that.
Mistargeted Marketing
A while back, > Becky pointed me towards asos.com as a rather good place to buy clothes online. I bought a couple of things from them - including this shirt that I was wearing on my birthday, if you recall.
How I Know It's Spring
Weather's a bit odd today - pissy rain this morning, the odd patch of
8am On A Saturday Morning, And Already It's All Going Wrong
At 5am, I woke up. Not sure why. Could have been the milk float outside my window, or the (now forgotten) dream jolting me back to the land of the living.
Decisions And Social Pariahness
Part of me is sitting here, thinking maybe I should try and relieve the tedium that today has turned into by inviting every single person I know in Lancaster round to my house for a drink.
A Long Week
I know I was only in for two days this week, but it's felt like a long one. I think this has a lot to do with the excesses of the weekend.
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